"Dog?"
Lin Feng's face turned livid. As the former "Dragon King" of the mercenary world, he had been respected by kings and feared by enemies. When had he ever been humiliated like this?
"Victor, you are courting death!"
Boom!
A terrifying "killing intent" erupted from Lin Feng's body. The temperature in the banquet hall seemed to drop by a few degrees. The guests closest to him trembled, feeling a sudden chill.
Sophia saw this and smirked internally. 'Victor, you idiot. You angered Lin Feng. He is a martial arts expert. He can snap your neck before your bodyguards can even react.'
Lin Feng clenched his fists, his knuckles cracking. He took a step forward, ready to teach this arrogant rich kid a bloody lesson.
"I will make you kneel and apologize to Miss Sophia!" Lin Feng roared, rushing toward Victor like a cheetah.
"Oh no! Young Master, run!" the old butler screamed.
But Victor didn't move. He didn't even blink. He just sat on his chair, calmly swirling the red wine in his glass.
"Kneel?" Victor sneered. "In my territory?"
Click. Click. Click.
Before Lin Feng could get within five meters of Victor, a dozen black holes were pointed at his head.
The bodyguards didn't just bring fists. They brought Desert Eagles.
"Freeze!" the head of security shouted, his finger on the trigger. "Take one more step, and I'll turn your head into a watermelon."
Lin Feng froze mid-air.
He was strong, yes. But he had just returned to the city. His cultivation hadn't fully recovered. He could dodge one bullet, maybe two. But twelve high-caliber pistols at close range?
He would die.
"You..." Lin Feng gritted his teeth, his veins popping out on his forehead. "You use guns? You have no honor! If you are a man, fight me one-on-one!"
Victor burst into laughter. It was a laugh of pure mockery.
"Fight you?"
Victor stood up slowly, walking until the barrel of a bodyguard's gun was pressing against Lin Feng's forehead.
"I am a billionaire. My time is worth millions per second. And you want me to roll up my sleeves and brawl with a bodyguard like a street thug?"
Victor patted Lin Feng's cheek humiliatingly.
"Wake up, 'War God'. This is the 21st century. I have money. Why should I fight you?"
The guests watched in shock. They expected a fight, but they saw a massacre—a massacre of dignity. The "War God" didn't dare to move.
Victor lost interest in the clown. He turned his gaze to the pale-faced Sophia.
"Now, let's talk about us, Sophia."
Sophia flinched. She looked at the guns, then at Victor's cold eyes. For the first time, she felt fear. "Victor... put the guns away. We can talk. If you apologize for being late, I might forgive..."
"Forgive?" Victor interrupted her.
He took the microphone from the stage. His voice echoed through the entire hall.
"Listen clearly. I, Victor Cheyne, announce here and now..."
"I am canceling the engagement with Sophia White!"
The crowd exploded.
"What?! He dumped her?" "I thought he was going to beg for forgiveness!"
Sophia's eyes widened in disbelief. "You... you are dumping me? You love me! You spent millions just to buy me a necklace! You said you couldn't live without me!"
"I was blind," Victor replied coldly. "But now I can see. You are just a gold-digger who uses my money to raise another man."
Victor snapped his fingers. The butler immediately handed him a thick folder of documents.
"This is the bill," Victor threw the documents at Sophia's face. Papers flew everywhere like snow.
"30 luxury bags, 5 sports cars, and the 200 million investment I gave to the White Corporation last month."
Victor leaned in, staring into Sophia's trembling eyes.
"Return every single cent by tomorrow morning. Or I will bankrupt your family before lunch."
[Ding!]
[Mission Accomplished: Humiliate the Protagonist and the Heroine.] [Rating: SSS (Perfect Performance)] [Reward Issued: 'Villain's Halo' (Level 1) & 1000 Destiny Points.] [Extra Reward: The Protagonist's hidden opportunity - 'The Ancient Medical Scripture' (stolen successfully).]
Victor smiled. The game had just begun.
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