Manipulative Harem God

Chapter 195 Making a deal with Ye Feng!

Chapter 195 Making a deal with Ye Feng!

On March 30th, 2023, exactly two weeks had dragged by since the unfortunate day Lin Ruoxi and Ye Feng had the displeasure of making direct contact with Zhang Wei.

Coincidentally—or perhaps predictably—both of them now found themselves confined in separate quarters, experiencing the luxury of having an abundance of time, resorting to counting their own hairs to stave off boredom.

Ye Feng resembled a ghostly shadow of his former self. His body appeared skinnier than a starving scarecrow, and his eyes were puffier than a marshmallow left out in the rain.

Sharing this bleak dungeon were Ma Cheng and Tang Shen. They, too, had undergone a dramatic transformation. For lack of a better word, they looked as dry as desert cacti, their spirits crushed by the weight of their predicament.

After their initial, shall we say, 'enthusiastic' approach in welcoming Ye Feng, they had now settled into a shared sentiment—a burning desire to wring the neck of one singular entity named Zhang Wei.

However, there was one striking difference. Unlike Ye Feng, they had the spirit of deflated balloons, devoid of any intention to mount resistance. Their only wish was to beg their way out of this dreadful situation.

Ye Feng couldn't suppress a dry chuckle as he mocked, "So, where's your savior, Master Wang? Late for the rescue?"

Tang Shen's face twisted with annoyance, his response tinged with frustration. "Master Wang is likely occupied. You should be more concerned about your own situation," he retorted, a hint of smugness coloring his words.

Ye Feng's expression darkened further. 'If only I could get my hands on a phone...'

He knew that a single phone call could be his ticket out of this dire situation. He held the confidence that he could secure his release if given the opportunity.

However, the captors weren't allowing him even the most basic privileges, let alone granting him access to a mobile phone.

Meanwhile, outside the Public Security Bureau, a striking red Ferrari was parked conspicuously, catching the attention of nearly everyone in the vicinity. It served as an unmistakable omen that another episode of trouble was brewing.

Stepping out from the bureau was a feminine figure with vibrant violet hair, and she walked gracefully towards the ferrari.

This woman was none other than Leng Yan, who had arrived at the Bureau in the early hours of the morning, driven primarily by the need to accommodate Zhang Wei's convenience.

Even though it was around 6:00 AM, she appeared as though she had barely managed to snatch a few moments of sleep.

Yawning and appearing weary, her eyes held a complex blend of emotions as she spotted Zhang Wei stepping out of the car.

However, she swiftly pushed any lingering thoughts aside, displaying an air of indifference.

Even as Zhang Wei caught Leng Yan's waist, presumably to provoke a reaction, she remained eerily composed, lazily walking alongside him as they made their way to Ye Feng's cell.

This behavior puzzled Zhang Wei, and even their colleagues couldn't help but stare and exchange remarks about the unusual display. Leng Yan, however, appeared entirely unfazed by the attention.

'Has she simply accepted her fate?' Zhang Wei wondered.

The reality was a bit more complex. Leng Yan was utterly exhausted from working tirelessly to solve a recent serial killer case. Even after officially closing the art academy, the relentless killer had shifted their focus to targeting young girls from other schools. Leng Yan, dedicated to her role, had been working round the clock.

While Leng Yan had managed to return home for some much-needed sleep, her superior, Chief Liu Zhihao, still sat in his office, catching a few minutes of rest between endless hours of overtime.

In contrast to the Leng Yan of the past, Zhang Wei found the current version far more composed and level-headed. He playfully teased her by lightly tugging at her waist, to which she responded with a faint frown, tapping his hand lightly and saying, "Don't do anything now, I am tired."

This unexpected reaction left Zhang Wei even more perplexed.

"Do you mean, I can do it later?" Zhang Wei asked, intrigued by Leng Yan's change in attitude.

Leng Yan responded with a tired nod, her eyelids drooping as she opened the cell for him. "Go ahead and deal with them already. They are taking up too much space here."

Zhang Wei lingered for a moment, studying Leng Yan from head to toe, contemplating whether to impart another lesson. But, upon reflection, he realized she hadn't actually committed any mistakes during this encounter.

What excuse could he possibly use?

In the end, he decided to postpone any further action and stepped into the cell. Inside, he was met with a variety of stares, all fixed on him in unison.

*Thud!*

Tang Shen, who had previously boasted like a champion, suddenly found his knees connecting with the cold, unforgiving floor. "Big brother! You've finally graced us with your presence! Hahaha!" he exclaimed, displaying a level of enthusiasm that could rival that of a used car salesman.

In the room, Zhang Wei and everyone else wore identical expressions of incredulity and disdain. It was as if this man had absolutely no sense of dignity, utterly shameless!

*Boom!*

"Argh!"

Zhang Wei couldn't tolerate it any longer. He delivered a swift kick that sent Tang Shen tumbling outside the cell. His gaze then shifted to Tang Shen's underlings, including Ma Cheng. "All of you, go outside and leave!" he commanded in a commanding tone.

The words resounded like a thunderclap, prompting an immediate scramble. They rushed outside, half-carrying Tang Shen, who was still half-conscious from the force of Zhang Wei's kick.

Ma Cheng, tried to show his gratitude and curry favour with Zhang Wei, but the latter paid him no mind, merely waving his hand dismissively as if to say, "Just go."

They all breathed a collective sigh of relief as they were finally allowed to leave. It seemed that after the torment they had endured, freedom was once again within their grasp.

As for Ye Feng, he stood there, chest heaving with anger, his eyes locked onto Zhang Wei, burning with a fierce intensity.

"Tsk-tsk, how was your vacation here?" Zhang Wei spoke, ignoring the tension in the room as he laughed.

*Snap!*

Ye Feng's forehead visibly bulged with veins as he barely restrained himself. "I already know—it was all planned by you!" he accused, his voice seething with frustration. "You are a devious man! Misusing your powers like a coward. Why don't you act like a true warrior and fight me?"

Ye Feng's arrogant words hung in the air, leaving Zhang Wei momentarily stunned.

It was an unexpected challenge. Zhang Wei couldn't help but wonder if something was amiss with Ye Feng.

After all, Ye Feng should have realized that challenging him would only result in his own defeat.

So why was he still spouting this arrogant bullshitery?