Master Head of the Dragon Soul novel Chapter 311

With a war whoop, over a dozen toughs raised the iron bars, machetes, and wine bottles they were holding and surged toward Chu Feng. Utter chaos ensued.

Xia Hui and the students present had long since been frightened out of their wits and were now hiding in a corner, too terrified to say a word.

"You’ve overestimated yourself."

Chu Feng eased his muscles for a moment, then dived into the fray bare-handed. In less than three minutes, sounds of blows filled the air.

Zhang Hu’s dozen or more brawlers all ended up sprawled on the floor with broken arms and legs, moaning in pain.

The students present were all transfixed, gaping in astonishment. Xia Hui, in particular, inhaled sharply, fear seeping through him.

This Chu Feng fellow had managed to defeat all of Zhang Hu’s bullies. It was utterly too terrifying for words…

"H-how is this possible?" Zhang Hu stared stupidly at the scene in front of him, slack-jawed with astonishment. He had been involved in numerous fights and brawls for more than a decade; no matter how skilled an individual was, they could not possibly take on over a dozen people at once. This fellow was something truly extraordinary.

"Ow!"

Right at that moment, Zhang Hu abruptly saw a black figure flash past, and his arm suddenly snapped into a V-shape. Wailing in agony, he collapsed onto the ground in a cold sweat.

Chu Feng toyed with the dagger in his hand and asked coldly without a trace of emotion, "So tell me. Who sent you to look for me?"

Xia Hui, who was hiding under a table, felt his scalp prickle with fear and apprehension. He was terrified that Zhang Hu would give him away. He could not afford to anger Chu Feng…

"You’re dead meat. Touch me, and I’ll rip you to shreds!" Zhang Hu glared ferociously at Chu Feng and spat viciously, "My boss is Young Master Tang from the Tang family. You're really asking for it, daring to cause trouble on his turf."

"Oh really?"

As Chu Feng spoke, utterly calm, he thrust the dagger straight through Zhang Hu’s palm, then twisted it hard four or five times. The gangster’s palm was practically pulverized by the blade as

it grated against bone, blood spilling everywhere.

"Augh!"

Zhang Hu shrieked in agony, but Chu Feng’s expression did not change. He continued twisting the dagger, his face serene and composed.

Zhang Hu still had an entire bevy of women to enjoy, and he had no wish to become a eunuch. In a panic, he gritted his teeth in pain and pointed in Xia Hui’s direction, shrieking, "He’s the one! That bastard gave me half a million to cripple one of your legs.

"He said you’d stolen the woman he had his eye on and wanted you to pay for it. I just took the money and did what I was told, please let me off the hook…"

Xia Hui's face was as white as a sheet, and his legs threatened to give way under him.

Immediately, all the students present turned as one and stared at Xia Hui, astounded. None of them had ever imagined that he would collude with scoundrels to perpetrate such a filthy deed.

Muyu was furious. Flustered, she snapped, "Xia Hui, you bastard. You're a real scumbag. How could you be so brutal?"

"I… I didn’t do anything! He’s trying to frame me!"

Cold perspiration beaded Xia Hui’s face as he stammered his denial. Petrified, he stared at Chu Feng, his mouth suddenly going dry. "Chu Feng, t… this a misunderstanding, let me explain…"

"Don’t bother."