Chapter 1393 - 1393: The Wind God's Hand

Black Tiger led the way, with Cat Bro flanked by four people on each side, all heading towards Xiao Feng.

Just from the setup, you'd think it was some big celebrity.

Among the onlookers, a woman took out her phone and held it in front of her, as if filming.

The moment she pulled her phone out though, Cat Bro's men blocked her camera, threatening, "Better not take pictures, or someone will smash your phone."

The woman was stunned and immediately stepped back, obediently putting her phone back in her bag.

Soon, Black Tiger stopped, pointed at Xiao Feng, and squeezed out, "Cat Bro, it's this kid!"

Though he had outside help, Black Tiger's hatred for Xiao Feng hadn't diminished at all, and had even intensified.

The reason was simple, it was easy to tell from the prior conversation, Cat Bro came over for an appearance fee.

And that fee wasn't cheap.

With that money, Black Tiger could get himself into ten or so… ahem, lots of legitimate things.

The more he thought about how wasteful this expense was, the more Black Tiger wanted to recoup the loss from Xiao Feng.

At this moment, Xiao Feng watched with interest as Cat Bro strutted over, laughing, "What's wrong with the world these days, any Tom, Dick, or Harry pretends to be someone."

"You dare insult Cat Bro?" Black Tiger cursed angrily, though a smirk couldn't escape his eyes.

He was worried Xiao Feng would instantly surrender, making it hard for Cat Bro to act.

Unexpectedly, the bait was taken and the kid walked right into the trap.

It was only at this moment that Cat Bro looked at Xiao Feng squarely.

As soon as he saw Xiao Feng, Cat Bro suddenly shivered, like being fully absorbed in something and then getting a tap on the shoulder.

"Thud!"

The pipe clenched between his lips fell to the ground.

Cat Bro didn't even notice, just stared blankly at Xiao Feng.

One of his men rushed forward to pick up the pipe, holding it reverently, and offered it back to Cat Bro.

"Get lost!" Cat Bro shoved him aside, his gaze like two spotlights surveying Xiao Feng up and down.

Xiao Feng furrowed his brow, thinking what's wrong with this guy?

Next moment, Cat Bro moved forward three steps, his face full of excitement, "Are you... Brother Huang?"

Huang...

Xiao Feng's mouth twitched twice, retorting, "The Huang you mean, is that the yellow from that Mo Daze guy?"

"The drinking warden Huang, grass-root Huang."

"You've got the wrong person."

"No mistake!"

Xiao Feng impatiently said, "I'm telling you again, you've got the wrong person."

"No way!" Cat Bro declared firmly, "You are definitely Brother Huang!"

Behind him, his men and Black Tiger widened their eyes in disbelief, clueless about what was happening.

How could they have recognized kin?

Xiao Feng couldn't help but suspect he'd bumped into a lunatic.

Just as he was about to take action to swiftly end this, he noticed Cat Bro looking at him with the same starstruck gaze fans reserve for idols.

So fervent, so thrilled, it couldn't be an act!

"No mistake, definitely no mistake," Cat Bro murmured, "Voice, tone, expression, even the little gestures are identical, you must be Yan Huang!"

With that, he knelt on one knee.

Xiao Feng's face darkened, his mouth twitching madly.

So this "Brother Huang," that guy just said, is somehow this type of Huang?

"Do you... know me?"

"Absolutely!" Cat Bro nodded repeatedly, "Brother Huang, do you remember fighting Black Tiger in the ring back then?"

The ring...

Black Tiger...

Xiao Feng suddenly understood, "You're Han Lengyue's person?"

"That's right!" Cat Bro nodded heavily, "Honestly, Brother Huang, your demeanor back then, to this day I..."

"Wait a minute!" Xiao Feng halted him, "Don't call me Brother Huang, it makes me uncomfortable."

"Then what should I call you?"

"Just call me Xiao Feng."

"How is that okay!" Cat Bro protested, "I should just call you Wind God instead!"

Wind... Wind God?

Xiao Feng rubbed his forehead, feeling a headache, "Better call me Feng Bro instead."

"Okay, okay, okay!" Cat Bro agreed instantly, looking honored.

A moment later, Cat Bro spoke again, "Feng Bro, I'd say we're destined to meet, last time I saw you, it was with Black Tiger in the ring.

This time I see you, it's because of Black Tiger.

One Black Tiger, one Dark Tiger..."

At this point, Cat Bro maintained his kneeling posture, turned his head, and glared at Black Tiger.

Black Tiger instantly slumped to the ground, cold sweat soaking his back.

Cat Bro continued, "Feng Bro, I'm here to collect money and settle things. I personally have little to do with Black Tiger, you can handle him however you please; just say the word, and I'll take care of it!"

Truth be told, he was feeling somewhat apprehensive now.

If this "idol" decides to crush him or report him to his boss because of his past actions...

Thinking of this, Cat Bro kneeled down with the other leg, gazing up at Xiao Feng, saying, "Feng Bro, please show mercy, don't report this to the boss, or I..."

"Get up and talk," Xiao Feng said with slight annoyance, really not used to people kneeling while speaking to him.

But Cat Bro refused to budge, insisting, "If you don't agree, I won't get up."

Xiao Feng's eyes flickered, this guy actually dared to threaten him?

Alright, given that technically this guy counts as one of my fans, let's not fuss too much.

"I won't tell Han Lengyue," Xiao Feng mumbled, "Can you get up now?"

"Wait a moment, just a short while." Cat Bro took out his phone and handed it to one of his men behind him, saying, "Record a video for me."

The man was taken aback, quickly nodded, and moved back a bit, finding the best angle to ensure Xiao Feng and Cat Bro were both in the shot.

At this time, Cat Bro summoned courage, held Xiao Feng's hand, and placed it in front of him, breathing somewhat rapidly, "This hand, the killing hand, Yan Huang's hand, Wind God's hand..."

Saying this, he looked up at Xiao Feng's increasingly grim face, "Wind God, can I kiss the back of your hand?"

Xiao Feng took a deep breath, closed his eyes, then snapped them open, "Get lost!"

He could trust that this guy genuinely admired him.

But this borderline obsessive "idol worship" method...

Sorry, can't accept!

Cat Bro hastily released Xiao Feng's hand, his expression full of regret.

"I'll count to three, if you still don't get up, then you won't be able to stand up again for the rest of your life," Xiao Feng sternly warned.

He realized, you can't be too nice to "fans," or else they'd only push their luck.

"Feng Bro, spare me, I'm getting up, getting up." Cat Bro put his hands on the ground, hurriedly getting up, brushed the dirt off his knelt knee, and asked, "What do you want to do with Black Tiger?"

Just as he finished speaking, Black Tiger crawled over, furiously slapping his own face alternately with both hands, repeating, "I'm wrong, I deserve to die!"

Xiao Feng felt little sympathy, guys like this were not worthy of pity.

Only mildly contemplative, when you're messing around, payback's inevitable; such a simple truth, why do people struggle to understand?

If they left some room to retreat in what they do, this probably wouldn't be happening, right?

For the sake of face, jumping back and forth, only to end up losing more face than before.

Why bother?