The temptation behind gentleness

Wu Wen hung up the phone, feeling incredibly surprised.

Obviously, Feng Zhenghua was furious, and rushing over at this moment surely meant treating this young bastard in front of him as a venting outlet. Su Fan was doomed for sure.

"Heh, just wait, boy. Once our chairman arrives, let's see if you can still act as arrogant as you are now."

"Chairman Feng is coming here in person?"

"If Chairman Feng is enraged, even the government officials might step in. In that case, it would be difficult for Mr. Su to leave safely."

"In Yang City, only a handful can withstand Feng Zhenghua's fury."

From the surrounding discussions, Su Fan had learned that this very hotel was indeed one of Feng Zhenghua's properties.

He figured that Feng Zhihua was probably searching everywhere for him right now. If he actually met him, Feng Zhihua would likely beg for mercy to save his only son.

With newfound confidence, he felt even more composed and relaxed.

"Mr. Su, I'm sorry. A small fry like me doesn't deserve you sticking your neck out for me, I'm really sorry."

Han Meimei, the lobby manager, bowed deeply to Su Fan with tears in her eyes.

The three slaps Su Fan had given to Wu Wen were very clear—one of them was indeed for Wu Wen bullying his subordinate using his authority.

Su Fan casually waved his hand.

"You're too polite. Since you dared to risk being fired to stand up and clarify the truth for me, it's only right that I uphold justice for you."

"Don't worry, your job won't be lost. I'll take responsibility for this matter all the way."

"Take responsibility? You can barely protect yourself, and yet you're taking responsibility for someone else?"

"Thinking you can play the hero and save the damsel, without even assessing your own weight."

"Don't think you're incredible just because you can fight. Once our chairman arrives, you'll understand what real power is."

"You'll definitely pay a blood price for your foolish actions."

Wu Wen, covering his face, cursed through clenched teeth.

He Ming and Wang Lulu, who had suffered under Su Fan's hands, exchanged glances and felt secretly delighted, their suppressed spirits now somewhat buoyant again.

"Damn, this guy has some abilities, but unfortunately, he's too arrogant. Heh, once Feng Zhenghua deals with him, perhaps we can put that two million account on his head."

"The chairman has arrived."

The sealed entrance to the corridor was opened, and a figure rushed in furiously, his face unabashedly fiery with anger.

Even from dozens of meters away, people could feel his explosive, thunderous rage.

"Feng Zhenghua is here, how did he get here so quickly?"

"Seeing his demeanor, he seems to be harboring a lot of anger. Today's not looking good for Mr. Su."

The people's gazes towards Su Fan were filled with sympathetic silence.

They had initially thought that Feng Zhenghua was in a good mood and wouldn't bother with Su Fan, perhaps just giving him a light scolding before letting him go. However, the current situation seemed likely to incite a furious retaliation against Su Fan.

Su Ya, standing by Su Fan's side, had never seen such a display before and was immediately trembling with fear.

Su Zhenghua was a big shot who even the authorities had to show some respect to, a man whose footstep could shake Yang City.

This was not someone the Blood Wolf Gang could simply handle with fists; the harder Su Fan hit, the graver the consequences he would face.

"Don't worry, I've got this."

Su Fan's lips curved into a faint smile.

The moment to turn the tables was about to begin.