Lin Feng's face showed a cold smile, his hand resting on the table as he picked up a glass of wine.
With a flick of his wrist, the wine glass tilted, and the wine inside splashed directly onto Gu Song's face.
The crowd instantly fell silent, everyone stunned by this scene. They clearly did not expect the waste of a man, Lin Feng, to dare do such a thing, splashing wine on Gu Song's face.
However, everyone watched with great interest, especially Lin Yu, whose face broke into a radiant smile. Not only could he see Gu Song humiliated, but perhaps soon, Gu Song would deal with this waste. Such a delightful event happening right before his eyes, how could it not make him happy?
Gu Song, of course, did not expect this either. The wine splashing on his face made him close his eyes, and he roughly wiped his face to dry the wine.
His eyes, now open, narrowed into slits, revealing a cold and vicious look, like that of a venomous snake.
"This waste is about to be in trouble, he might not die, but he'll lose half his life," the crowd thought to themselves, seeing the cold look in Gu Song's eyes. It seemed that the conflict between the Gu and Lin families would provide more entertainment.
"You splashed wine on my face?" Gu Song's eyes, narrowed into slits, were particularly bright. His tone was very calm, but the calmer he was, the more terrifying it became. Gu Song was angry.
"Yes," Lin Feng nodded honestly.
"I really don't understand where a waste like you gets the courage. I want to ask you, have you thought about the consequences of your actions? Or are you so foolish as to think that Lin Yu will protect you?" Gu Song's tone carried a hint of mockery.
Lin Feng did not answer immediately. Instead, he took the wine bottle from the table, opened the cap, and with another flick of his wrist, the wine splashed onto Gu Song's face and body once again.
"I don't understand either. Are you trying to intimidate me with all this talk about waste, or are you trying to hide your inner meanness and show your hesitation, bastard of the Gu family?"
Gu Song was born to the head of the Gu family and a maid. Though he was a young master, his status was not high. This had always been a sore spot for Gu Song, and he hated it when others mentioned it in front of him. Lin Feng's words had clearly hit a nerve.
"You're asking for death..." Indeed, Gu Song's face immediately turned dark, with a hint of ferocity.
Without any hesitation, Gu Song, sitting there, threw a punch with a whistling sound, aiming directly at Lin Feng.
The crowd around the wine table felt a chill. Gu Song was really angry, and this punch would likely leave Lin Feng disfigured.
Only Lin Yu's smile grew even more radiant. He hoped Lin Feng would die!
However, the expected result did not happen. Gu Song's punch stopped mid-air, not because Gu Song held back, but because a hand had grabbed his fist. This hand seemed to hold the punch effortlessly, and despite Gu Song's face turning red, he could not advance any further.
"Huh?" The crowd's expressions turned serious. How could Lin Feng so easily block this punch, and why was Gu Song's face red while Lin Feng's remained unchanged?
"Actually, I don't understand either. With your status as a bastard, you want to play with me and call me a waste. What qualifications do you have?"
"Crack!"
A惨叫 sounded, and Gu Song felt intense pain in his fist, causing his face to contort.
"Get out." Lin Feng flicked his wrist, and Gu Song flew out of the window. The crowd then heard Gu Song's cries as he hit the ground.
The crowd around the wine table was stunned. Gu Song, with his Eighth Level Qi Martial Realm cultivation, was thrown out by this waste?
"Phew..." The crowd took a deep breath. Was this still the Lin family's waste?
Lin Feng's gaze slowly turned to Lin Yu. Seeing Lin Feng's calm eyes, Lin Yu felt a sense of fear. Yes, he, who had called Lin Feng a waste, was now afraid of him.
Lin Feng seemed to have changed, becoming completely different from before. Lin Yu realized that the Lin Feng he knew was once timid, but now, Lin Feng's eyes were filled with determination and stubbornness, and a hint of defiance. Was this still the waste Lin Feng he knew?
"What did you just call me?" Lin Feng asked Lin Yu.
Lin Yu's lips moved, his face stiff. He didn't know how to respond.
"Waste?" Lin Feng sneered, and Lin Yu felt a cold wind pass by, followed by a crisp sound. Lin Yu immediately felt a burning pain on his face.
Lin Feng had slapped him.
"You..." Lin Yu covered his face, his facial muscles trembling. Lin Feng had slapped him in front of everyone... But when Lin Yu saw the calm look in Lin Feng's eyes, he swallowed his words.
"Be careful with your words in the future. Remember your status and mine." Lin Feng said coldly, then ignored Lin Yu, walked past him, and approached Wen Shan from the Wen family.
"What do you want?" Wen Shan looked at Lin Feng warily. This guy had thrown Gu Song out of the window in an instant, and his strength was undeniable.
"Are you afraid?" Lin Feng said sarcastically.
"I..." Wen Shan was about to speak, but a cold aura from Lin Feng made his body stiffen. He swallowed and lowered his head, his face turning red like Gu Song's, but he dared not say another word.
"Waste." Lin Feng retracted his aura and walked straight out, not even looking back.
"Ah..." Wen Shan growled, crushing the wine glass in his hand. Although Lin Feng had not touched him, the contemptuous humiliation made him feel extremely ashamed. He had told Lin Feng he had no right to sit with them, but when facing Lin Feng, he didn't even dare to speak, let alone resist. Lin Feng had not laid a hand on him, but Wen Shan felt his dignity and the wine glass in his hand crushed to pieces.
Lin Yu's mood was no better than Wen Shan's. A handprint was still visible on his face. Why did Lin Feng, just by standing in front of him, make him lose the courage to resist?
The others around the wine table were also silent. They had intended to mock the Lin family's waste, but instead, they were harshly humiliated by Lin Feng. These self-proclaimed best young men of Yangzhou City, one was thrown out of the window, one was slapped, and another dared not speak a word. Did Lin Feng not have the right to sit at their table?
Qiu Lan's gaze flickered. Among them, she had the highest cultivation, a Spirit Martial Realm expert. She could clearly sense that when Lin Feng stood there, he exuded a special aura, or rather, a presence that made others feel inferior.
As for Lin Feng himself, he did not know how his appearance would affect the people in the wine shop. He just didn't want to be pointed at and humiliated, to be called a waste. Moreover, those people seemed to be accustomed to their high status, and Lin Feng couldn't stand their ugly faces, so he gave them a lesson.
Qian Li Xue whistled past the Listening Wind Wine Shop. Gu Song, with a ferocious look, stared at Lin Feng's departing back, his face twisted with malice. This grudge must be avenged.