Special Forces: Rising from the Ashes of the Lone Wolf

"Release Young Master Yan right now, or I'll beat you to death, you know that?"

Kill me? You think you're worthy?

"Get out of my way, this is none of your business!"

He glared at the pretentious security guard, and then realized it was almost time.

Lin Feng suddenly threw the young man onto the cold cement ground.

With a 'splat', the young man fell face-first into the dirt; it looked painful!

Even so, they still didn't let it go.

Lin Feng stepped forward and stomped on his groin, preventing him from getting up.

"Tell me, what the hell are you made of?"

The young man lay on the ground for a while before he felt his breathing return to normal.

Once he calmed down, he glared at Lin Feng with rage.

"You little punk, do you even know who I am?"

Lin Feng chuckled evilly: "Heh, I really don't know who your father is. Please tell me."

"Hmph, my name is Yan Lin, and my father is Yan Shoude, a coal tycoon in Shanxi Province. Are you scared?"

Lin Feng was terrified; he was almost scared to death!

How dare a second-generation coal miner from Shanxi Province act so arrogantly in Beijing?

Has the world changed, or has the era changed?

If Lin Feng had any reservations before...

So now, there's absolutely none, not even a tiny bit!

So he squatted down and slapped her hard across the face.

Keep your promise and beat that bastard to the point where he won't even recognize his own mother!

The screams were horrific, yet the victim remained defiant.

No problem, just keep playing. It's not at the point of needing plastic surgery yet.

As for the area near the entrance, there were a few more people watching the commotion.

Let them watch, it doesn't matter.

The two security guards who were just putting on airs are still in a state of wanting to go up but not daring to!

At the right moment, Xia Dong, worried, pulled Lin Feng along.

"Brother Feng, just teach him a lesson, don't make a scene..."

Lin Feng shook his head: "We're in the right. Even if we cause a huge uproar, there won't be any problems!"

Chapter 259 Acting like a big shot in public, but a subservient grandson in private!

(We had guests over today, so I didn't have time to write!)

First of all, hitting someone is definitely wrong.

However, when faced with threats, even threats of death, is there something wrong with Raymond Lam slapping someone?

Objectively speaking, there's nothing wrong with that!

First, both of them are military personnel, and despite their repeated forbearance, they were repeatedly provoked.

Second, the threat is fundamental. What does "unexpected disaster" mean?

Third, Yan Lin was arrogant and domineering, and his behavior towards women on the street was very obvious.

In conclusion: Even if the incident blows up, Raymond Lam will at most receive a verbal warning.

So there's absolutely nothing to worry about, just keep smoking your damn cigarettes.

If a soldier can't even protect his own home, how can he defend his country?

"You little punk, if you've got the guts... if you've got the guts, kill me!"

On the ground, Yan Lin's cheeks were swollen, and he could no longer speak clearly.

But his eyes remained fierce, and his madness showed no signs of abating!

Unrepentant to the end, Lin Feng is too lazy to say anything more.

He forced him to be strong, and the breeze was blowing on the hills.

With the slaps continuing relentlessly, let's see how long he can hold out.

Beside her stood Xia Dong, graceful and radiant.

A look of worry appeared on her pretty face, and her black high-heeled boots kept pattering on the ground, revealing her inner anxiety.

Unfortunately, she couldn't persuade him or stop him!

In a sense, the trigger for everything came from her.

If she had known this would happen, she shouldn't have asked that playful question.

If we simply bypass the obstacle, wouldn't everything be fine?

"Brother Feng, I'm hungry, and I'm so tired I can barely stand..."

Just then, several security guards and a young man in a suit emerged from the hotel's revolving door.

"Sir, please stop!"

A young man in a suit stepped forward, his face showing sincerity and urgency.

"Sir, I am Wei Tao, the hotel manager."

"Let's talk this out. Please stop beating others, okay?"

That's a decent quality, and it sounds like a human being.

I feel like the treatment is almost done, and the cosmetic surgery is quite successful.

So, knowing when to stop, Lin Feng stopped and stood up.

"Quickly, help Young Master Yan up, hurry!"

Following instructions, the first two security guards rushed forward and helped Yan Lin up from the ground.

"Young Master Yan, you...you..."

Wei Tao wanted to ask if everything was alright, but he couldn't bring himself to say it.

Anyone with eyes can see that Yan Lin is in trouble!

His face was full of comical expressions at that moment.

If the nose and ears grew longer, it would look exactly like a pig, very lifelike!

"Young Master Yan, should we call the police?" Wei Tao asked cautiously.

"Get lost! You only call the police when kids are fighting!"

Yan Lin glared angrily at Wei Tao, then turned to look at Lin Feng, who was standing close by with a satisfied expression.

"You little punk, you've got guts! You're fucking dead too!"

Lin Feng sneered, "You son of a bitch, you still dare to be arrogant?"

"Believe it or not, I'll knock all your dog teeth out!"

As he spoke, Lin Feng gently raised his hand.

Yan Lin instinctively stepped back, causing the two security guards who were helping him to stumble and fall.

"Heh, look at your son's wrath, daring to bully men and women like that?"

The raised hand did not fall, but instead embraced Xia Dong beside her.

Leaving aside the fact that he was leaning on a beautiful woman, he felt incredibly safe.

Feeling like he'd been tricked, Yan Lin's dog-like eyes blazed with fury.

"You little punk, you better not move."

Lin Feng laughed loudly: "I'll wait here without moving. Please begin your performance."

"Fine, you've got guts!"

During his conversation, Yan Lin rudely pushed aside two security guards on either side.

He pulled out his latest iPhone from his pocket and made the call.

"Brother Rui, this is Xiao Lin. Are you busy?"

"Yeah, something's come up. I got beaten up by some punk..."

Raymond Lam heard the whole thing and found it very funny.

Is this the legendary "acting like a big shot in public, but a subservient servant in private"?

As for that bastard having powerful backers? That was entirely expected!