Top-class Bodyguard

The entire hall suddenly fell silent.

The gangsters looked at the sofa in shock. What the hell is going on? When did he manage to get next to our boss?

Ren Feng, however, was smiling, completely unaware of any tension, but at this moment, Jin Hai's heart was in his throat.

Just now, he had lit a cigar, only to have a gun pressed against him before he could react.

"Hmm, quite the taste, Cuban cigars." Ren Feng smiled as he pulled a cigar from Jin Hai's pocket, sniffing it indulgently.

"Not bad, very authentic. Got a light? Lend me a flame."

Jin Hai was sweating profusely, but still kept his composure. After all, he'd weathered many storms over the years.

"I have one, in my pocket."

Ren Feng once again reached into Jin Hai's pocket, took out a lighter, then lit the cigar and inhaled deeply, exhaling a plume of blue smoke.

"Mr. Jin, you really know how to enjoy life." Ren Feng patted Jin Hai's face, as if patting a brother's cheek.

The gangsters grew cautious, carefully approaching.

Ren Feng acted as if he didn't see them, smoking his cigar, the atmosphere turned eerie and quiet.

"Friend, I think there's room for discussion, right?"

Jin Hai didn't dare to move.

"Discuss what?" Ren Feng smiled, and suddenly, the gun in his hand moved sharply backward, with a bang, the gangster attempting a sneak attack fell to the ground, shot.

The sharp gunshot echoed in the hall, stunning everyone, and Jin Hai's heart sank as well. This guy, killing with a smile, is definitely not someone to mess with.

"Mr. Jin, don't rush, wait until I finish this cigar." Ren Feng said with a smile, the gun in his hand still smoking.

"The last time I had one of these cigars was a year ago in that godforsaken place in the Middle East, really nostalgic."

Ren Feng leaned back on the sofa, eyes closed, while beside him, Jin Hai was tense, not daring to move.

The gangsters were also on edge, unsure about Ren Feng, who had shot the sneaky attacker without even looking back.

The atmosphere was strange, seconds ticked by, finally, Ren Feng flicked his fingers, sending the cigar flying.

"Alright, Mr. Jin, it's time to talk, how do you plan to resolve this?"

Ren Feng's tone was calm, but it sent a shiver down Jin Hai's spine.

"It's my fault, I wonder if you could let me off this time." Jin Hai pleaded.

"Mr. Jin, that depends on the terms you offer." Ren Feng smiled, "If you want to buy your life, it depends on whether your chips are enough."

Jin Hai sighed in relief, "How much do you want?"

"Mr. Jin, let's not talk about money, it's too vulgar." Ren Feng said with a smile, "Do I look like someone who lacks money?"

"Then what kind of chips do you need?" Jin Hai's expression turned serious.

"The chips that can move me are what I need." Ren Feng's smile only made Jin Hai more uncertain.

Jin Hai was thinking rapidly, then said, "Women?"

"I'm not an animal who thinks with the lower part of my body."

Ren Feng took another cigar from his pocket and placed it in Jin Hai's mouth, "Mr. Jin, don't rush, take your time to think." Ren Feng smiled, lighting it for him with the lighter.

"If, by the time you finish this cigar, your offer doesn't satisfy me, don't blame me for being harsh."

Ren Feng spoke lightly, but Jin Hai felt a tightening inside.

"A third of the territory in Wansha City, all yours!"

"What would I do with your territory? I'm not in the underworld."

"I can transfer half of my businesses to you!"

"Oh? What do you have?"

"108 internet cafes, 252 hair salons, 57 nightclubs..."

"I'm not interested, change your offer."

Jin Hai felt a bit troubled, then firmly said, "I owe you a favor, I can do one thing for you."

"Your favor means nothing to me." Ren Feng said plainly, "Mr. Jin, the cigar is already halfway smoked, you'd better hurry."

Jin Hai was anxious, and the gangsters were also getting restless. One of them suddenly stepped forward and shouted, "Don't hurt our boss!"

Ren Feng looked at him with a hint of amusement, "Didn't expect such loyalty, Mr. Jin, you lead well. How about this, since you have nothing that moves me, why don't we play a game?"

"What kind of game?" Jin Hai asked cautiously.

"Simple." Ren Feng smiled, handing the gun to Jin Hai, "Point the gun at your loyal subordinate, pull the trigger, and with a bang, his body will be covered in blood splatter. Kill him, and the game is successful, we'll wipe the slate clean between us."

That gangster was shocked, his face full of fear, "Boss!"

Jin Hai held the gun, his expression struggling, while the gangster's legs trembled.

"Boss, no, I've followed you for so long." The gangster's eyes were filled with fear, as he saw determination slowly forming on Jin Hai's face.

"Boss, I've sold my life for you for three years, you can't do this to me!" The gangster's face was filled with grief and indignation.

Jin Hai's gun slowly rose, a hint of ruthlessness flashing across his face.

The gangsters' hearts turned cold, and the gun-pointed gangster suddenly knelt down, "Boss, spare me, I've just started dating someone, my girlfriend is waiting for me to marry her this year, I promised I'd go back, spare me."

After speaking, the gangster started crying.

Jin Hai's face was filled with killing intent, the sinister glint in his eyes was obvious.

"Chen Xian, you've been with me for three years, contributed a lot. I know that, and I'm grateful, but today, you have to sacrifice once more for me."

Jin Hai's words carried a chilling tone!

"I'll take care of your girlfriend for you!"

After speaking, Jin Hai's finger squeezed the trigger!

"Bang!"

A scream erupted, the gangster shut his eyes, crying loudly, snot and tears flowing together.

"Alright, alright, why are you screaming? I didn't even hit you." Ren Feng's calm voice rang out, "Be a man, I haven't even hit you yet, if I had, wouldn't your screams tear the ceiling off?"

Chen Xian opened his eyes in astonishment, then touched himself, finding no bullet wound on his chest.

What, what's going on?

He clearly heard a gunshot.

Chen Xian looked up, seeing the man standing there, while Jin Hai was on the ground, clutching his arm in pain.

What, what happened?