"Stop taking photos, you bastard! Can't you see I'm busy?"
Wen Feng turned around, annoyed.
"Bang!"
In the next second, the beer bottle in that man's hand smashed directly onto Wen Feng's forehead!
"Ow! Ow..."
The bottle shattered. Wen Feng's head instantly began bleeding profusely, and he howled in pain. The alcohol stung his wound, making his vision blur and his whole body tremble.
"Young Master!"
Seeing this, the bodyguard had no choice but to abandon his attack on Li Pingfan and rush over to protect Wen Feng.
"Who are you? Why are you hitting me..." Wen Feng looked completely bewildered, as if the word "confused" was written all over his face in bold.
He didn't even know this guy with dyed red hair in front of him. Getting hit out of nowhere like this was absolutely like being screwed by a dog!
"Who am I?"
The red-haired man said arrogantly: "I, Huo Ji, control the three nearby streets! You don't even know who I am, yet you dare to touch my benefactor here? You're asking for death!"
"Benefactor?"
Wen Feng and his bodyguard froze simultaneously, staring dumbfounded at Li Pingfan.
"Hey, Xiao Ji." Li Pingfan grinned.
"Master Li! I was just about to find you to thank you!"
Huo Ji ran to Li Pingfan's side, beaming with a flattering smile: "My wife came home this morning, and she's already forgiven me! It's all thanks to you! From today on, you're my great benefactor!"
Li Pingfan wore a profound expression and said: "Plant good causes, reap good fruits. I helped you before, so now you're helping me."
"Exactly! Master is absolutely right!" Huo Ji nodded repeatedly, having reached the point of blind faith in Li Pingfan.
Even if Li Pingfan said fart smelled good, Huo Ji would nod and agree!
Watching this scene, countless "grass-mud horses" roared through Wen Feng's mind.
He had thought he could easily take care of Li Pingfan today.
Never in his wildest dreams did he expect that Li Pingfan had already calculated everything, deliberately luring him here to get beaten up.
"Young Master, let's leave... There are dozens of thugs staring at us from around here. You have a noble status; if things escalate, the consequences will be unthinkable..." the bodyguard whispered, trying to persuade him.
"But..." Wen Feng was unwilling, but he didn't have the courage to risk his safety. He gritted his teeth and said: "Let's go!"
"Leave? It seems you've forgotten something." At that moment, Li Pingfan spoke up.
"W-What do you want?" Wen Feng's heart skipped a beat, a sense of foreboding welling up.
"I said, today, I will slap you." Li Pingfan's face turned serious, his tone brooking no argument.
"Don't push me too far!" Wen Feng flew into a rage.
After all, he was the eldest young master of the Wen family. Having been hit by Wen Tianyuan today already made him furious; he would never accept Li Pingfan slapping him.
"Push you too far?"
Li Pingfan said coldly: "If Huo Ji weren't here, I'd already be half-dead from your beating. Who's really pushing who too far?"
"But..." Wen Feng was left speechless, then roared in anger: "I'm the eldest young master of the Wen family! I'll never let you hit me! Never!"
"Clap, clap."
Huo Ji clapped his hands lightly.
Immediately, countless figures emerged from all around.
At a glance, there were at least forty or fifty people, each holding machetes or steel pipes, looking fierce and menacing like wolves and tigers!
Just like in the gangster movies, they surrounded the area tightly within seconds.
"F*ck..."
Wen Feng was completely scared stiff.
This scene had a profound impact on his psyche, leaving him trembling with fear, too afraid to even breathe heavily.
The bodyguard was also thoroughly cowed.
Under normal circumstances, he could take on ten people at once. But now, there were dozens of armed desperados around! Even if he had ten lives, it wouldn't be enough.
"You'd better do as Master Li says! Otherwise, you'll regret it!" Huo Ji's eyes turned cold, threatening them.
Despite acting like an obedient house cat in front of Li Pingfan, he was like a fierce tiger when facing others!
"Come here." Li Pingfan raised his hand and hooked his finger at Wen Feng.
"Young Master... hurry over, or we'll both end up dead for sure..." The bodyguard, already scared out of his wits, didn't protect Wen Feng but instead pushed him forward from behind.
"..." Wen Feng's expression contorted,feeling extremely frustrated. But given the situation, he had no other choice and had to walk obediently to Li Pingfan.
"Slap!"
Without a word, Li Pingfan raised his hand and delivered a resounding slap.
"Ow..."
Wen Feng howled in pain, falling onto his buttocks. A red handprint swelled on his cheek, and blood still poured from his forehead. He looked utterly miserable.
"Your face is so thick, it hurts my hand..." Li Pingfan shook his hand, complaining annoyedly.
Tears welled up in Wen Feng's eyes... My face is swollen from the slap, how could your hand not hurt?
What kind of deep hatred? What kind of grudge? Did you really need to hit that hard?
In his heart, Wen Feng cursed Li Pingfan's ancestors eighteen generations, over and over again!
But he didn't dare show the slightest anger on his face, fearing that provoking Li Pingfan would lead to more severe punishment.
"Alright, you two can get lost now." Li Pingfan said indifferently.
Wen Feng and his bodyguard felt as if they'd been granted amnesty, immediately fleeing the scene with their tails between their legs.
Shortly after.
Li Pingfan took Huo Ji's phone number and left the West City.
Sitting in a taxi, Li Pingfan contacted his Second Senior Brother right away.
The guy must have been free, as he replied instantly: Brother, what do you need?
Ever since swapping fate talismans with Li Pingfan last time, Second Senior Brother had recognized Li Pingfan as a friend, saving them a lot of polite small talk.
Li Pingfan: Here's the thing, I recently accepted a mortal as my disciple. I want to ask if there's a way to quickly enhance his strength?
Marshal Tianpeng: Cultivation is a long process. To improve strength in a short time, you'd have to get Laozi's Creation Golden Elixir.
Li Pingfan: How can I get that?
Marshal Tianpeng: If I remember correctly, a Primary Creation Golden Elixir costs 100,000 Three Realms Merits.
"F*ck me!"
Li Pingfan's hand trembled, and he almost dropped his phone.
Saving one person equals 1 Three Realms Merit. 100,000 merits would mean saving 100,000 people! Are you kidding me?
Li Pingfan: Are there any other ways? Actually, my requirement isn't high. I just want him to not be bullied among mortals.
Marshal Tianpeng: Just mortal strength? Then it's simple. Go ask Yama for "borrowed power".
Li Pingfan: Uh... I'm not familiar with Lord Yama. I don't know if he'll lend it to me...
Marshal Tianpeng: He definitely won't lend it for free, but that guy is an old foodie. As long as you tempt him with delicious food, it'll definitely work.
An old foodie?
Li Pingfan was stunned.
Even using his wildest imagination, he couldn't picture the Lord of the Underworld, who ruled over all ghosts, having a foodie trait.
Li Pingfan calmed down for a moment, then found Lord Yama's profile picture in his contacts.
Ding—Friend request sent to Yama!