Found 100 Million In My Rented Apartment

Chapter 1025 Tell Me, If This Isn't a Slave, What Is It?

Chapter 1025 Tell Me, If This Isn't a Slave, What Is It?

The golden-framed glasses man immediately glared at Ye Feng. "You threw the needle?"

Ye Feng did not deny it. He nodded and admitted: "Yes."

When the man heard that, he was instantly furious. "Little b*stard, how dare you harm Mr. Wilson? Do you want to die?"

Ye Feng stared at him coldly. "I was only stopping him from hurting others, but a needle was used to harm him? Then why did he hurt so many people?"

The man glanced at the people in the park who were screaming in pain and could not help but snort. "So what?"

"If you're injured, we'll pay for your hospitalization. If you're dead, we'll pay for your burial. But you harmed Mr. Wilson and caused an accident. You little b*stard, you're dead."

He pointed at Ye Feng angrily, and his finger was about to poke his face.

At this moment, a hand suddenly reached out and grabbed his finger.

With a crack, the finger immediately bent.

"Ah…"

The man screamed and looked up. He saw an extremely handsome face in front of him.

The one who attacked was Cheng Fei'er. She stared coldly at the man. "I've never seen a Chinese person as spineless as you. Helping foreigners bully their own people? What the h*ll is this?"

With that, she released his finger and kicked him to the ground.

Ye Feng could not help but give her a thumbs-up. "Amazing."

A smug smile flashed across Cheng Fei'er's pretty face. "Mercy is a good thing, but it should be reserved for good people. For bad people like this, you have to be worse than them."

Ye Feng was amused by her words. "Not bad, you're learning very quickly. It's all thanks to you having a good teacher."

Cheng Fei'er was a little proud when she heard the first half of the sentence, but when she heard the second half, she immediately rolled her eyes.

The two of them joked around as if no one was around, but the surrounding people were already scared silly.

This group of people dared to be so arrogant. One look and one could tell that they were not good people. These two actually dared to attack them? This was a huge mess.

The foreigner also noticed the situation here and immediately walked over.

"Chen, are you alright?" He helped the man with the gold-framed glasses up, then turned around and glared at Ye Feng and the other two.

"Mr. Wilson, this silver needle was thrown by this kid…" The man in gold-rimmed glasses immediately told the foreigner what had happened.

After Wilson heard this, he looked at Ye Feng coldly. "D*mn Chinese pig, you dare to plot against me? *** you!"

This foreigner was very tall, about 1.9 meters tall. At this moment, he was like an angry lion, which was still very intimidating.

If it were anyone else, they would definitely be afraid.

But in Ye Feng's eyes, it was like a dog barking. "Are you f*cking blind?"

"So many people were knocked down by you. Can't you see? If I didn't stop you, how many people would you have bumped into?"

When Wilson heard this, he immediately laughed out loud. "I did it on purpose."

"I'm in a bad mood today, so I can take it out on you lowly Chinese pigs. Is there a problem?"

When Cheng Fei'er heard his reason, she was so angry that she laughed. "You're in a bad mood and you're using someone else's life to vent your anger? Do you still have any humanity?"

Wilson sneered. "You Chinese are our slaves. Do you need to discuss with your slaves when your master is venting their anger on them? Hahaha…"

The Chinese people present were all angered by his words, but they did not dare to say anything.

lightsn?v?l Ye Feng stared at him and laughed coldly. "Are you still living a hundred years ago? Are you still dreaming of foreigners?"

Wilson spread his hands. "Is there any difference between now and before? Do you believe that if I wave my hand, they will kneel and lick me like a group of dogs?"

Ye Feng sneered. "Try me."

Wilson walked back to the sports car without saying a word. He came back with a black cloth bag, unzipped it, and took out a handful of cash.

"Whoever calls me Master, this money is his."

As soon as he finished speaking, a few people immediately rushed forward and shouted.

"Hello, Master…"

"Master is mighty…"

"Master is domineering…"

They looked like a bunch of pugs.

"You guys…" Cheng Fei'er was instantly angered by this scene.

This group of people was too soft-hearted. For such a small amount of money, they actually did not even care about their dignity.

Ye Feng raised his hand to stop her, looking at those people coldly.

It was no wonder that they looked down on them, because these people looked down on themselves.

Wilson threw the money at the group of people. They knelt on the ground and picked it up like wild dogs fighting for food.

"Whoever kneels down and kowtows to me, this money will be theirs."

Wilson then took out a bunch of cash from his bag and shouted at the crowd.

Immediately, a few more people rushed forward and actually knelt down and kowtowed.

"Hahaha... Tell me, if this isn't a slave, then what is it?"

Wilson had a smug expression on his face as he looked at the two of them.

Ye Feng and Cheng Fei'er's expressions were a little ugly. It was indeed a slap to their faces to be destroyed by their own compatriots.

Wilson threw out the money in his hand again. He stood up and walked to Ye Feng. "As long as you kneel down and call me Master, all the money in this bag is yours."

The bag was filled with rice gold, and there were at least a hundred thousand in it. It was enough to make many people put down their dignity.

But Ye Feng sneered disdainfully. "Not every Chinese is a coward. You should save this money to buy your own coffin."

Wilson stared at him. "What if I have to make you kneel?"

Ye Feng looked at him without backing down. "Try me."

Wilson sneered and threw the cloth bag to the bespectacled man behind him. "Since you don't know how to appreciate favors, you don't even have the right to be my dog."

"See that car? The limited edition Lamborghini was priced at more than 10 million yuan. Because you ambushed me, it was ruined! Let's talk about compensation now."

The golden-framed glasses man beside him also jumped out. "Not only will you have to pay for the car, but Mr. Wilson is also injured. I'm afraid he won't be able to work for a while, and he's also been shocked. The compensation for the loss of work, mental damage, and the compensation for the car will add up to at least… 100 million!"

Looking at how he was jumping up and down, he was even more anxious than his master.

This should be the saying that the emperor was not anxious, but the eunuch was anxious, right?