Chapter 1776 [1776] It’s time for me to take the stage
A mocking smile appeared on Devonshire Hook's face; his goal had been achieved.

He first falsely accused Wolfgang of assigning thugs to bully Sphy, causing Sphy to have a negative impression of Wolfgang.

Then he gradually angered Wolfgang with his words and drew the attention of the guests in the bar.

In the end, Wolfgang would inevitably lose his temper and start a conflict with him.

The process was so simple and everything was under Devonshire Hook's control.

Honestly, he was bored by how easily Wolfgang was fooled.

Facing the oncoming rich second-generations, Devonshire Hook remained calm.

A rich second-generation rushed to Devonshire Hook.

He was relatively tall among Wolfgang's group, and he went to the gym regularly to exercise, so he looked strong and sturdy.

Wolfgang often brought him with him when he fought, and his opponents all fell under his iron fist.

Devonshire Hook looked at the big man in front of him, raised his head and aimed at the other's eyes, or to be more precise, at the other's chin.

It was a clean and neat uppercut, and the big man's jaw could hear the sound of teeth colliding. The whole person seemed to have been electrocuted and stood straight in place.

Afterwards, he lay on the ground like mud, his eyes were blank and there was no sign of conscious will in them.

Devonshire Hook sets his sights on another rich second-generation.

He turned around like lightning, grabbed the opponent's fist, and twisted it lightly, bending the opponent's arm in a strange posture.

"Ah!"

The rich second generation let out a painful cry, fell to the ground, and his whole body twitched.

"Mad, you are so cruel!"

Wolfgang felt extremely sad when he saw the miserable state of his men, and the flame of anger burned fiercely in his heart.

Although these people were just Wolfgang's friends who wanted to kill time, he couldn't accept seeing them falling to the ground one by one.

He rushed forward, raised his left leg and kicked Devonshire Hook's body.

He clenched his right hand into a fist, his knuckles turned white, and he was filled with great strength.

But Devonshire Hook was in great shape.

He just lightly dodged Wolfgang's leg attack.

As he dodged, he raised his little foot and kicked Wolfgang in the stomach.

Wolfgang suddenly felt a huge force hitting his stomach.

He opened his mouth, curled up into a ball, his face was pale, and his eyes were fixed on Devonshire Hook.

His clenched right hand fell down losing all strength before he could punch out.

"You mad!"

Wolfgang cursed.

What greeted him was a fist as big as a sandbag, which hit his handsome face hard.

Wolfgang staggered back several steps and finally fell to the ground.

His face was swollen and red, blood was flowing from the corner of his mouth, and his head was buzzing.

Obviously, he met a tough guy today.

……

Master Wolfgang was beaten.

The situation here instantly attracted the attention of more people in the bar. The other rich second-generations who had been paying attention to Wolfgang and hoping that he would be a hero and save the beauty also stood up when they saw this, all with shocked expressions on their faces.

"problem occurs."

"Master Wolfgang was beaten."

"Hurry over."

Seeing Master Wolfgang being beaten, these rich second-generations felt even angrier than if they were beaten themselves.

They cursed at each other for a few words, then picked up bottles of wine or other weapons and rushed towards Wolfgang.

Ye Feng sat on the sofa, thinking about something.

"These second-generation rich are quite righteous, but they were useless in the past."

You have to know that their opponent is not an ordinary person as he appears to be. Hidden under that ordinary appearance is the top young master in the Fog City - Devonshire Hook.

Devon Hook is a martial arts genius. He is proficient in karate, taekwondo, judo and various fighting techniques, and has challenged countless fighting masters.

All those masters were defeated by Devonshire Hook in the end.

In order to prevent outsiders from knowing these things, Devonshire Hook gave the masters an astonishing amount of hush money.

As for some ordinary people who knew about it, Devonshire Hook simply sent people to clean them up without leaving any trace.

Ye Feng was not surprised at the subsequent fate of these rich second-generations.

They usually only know how to eat, drink and have fun, and their bodies have long been hollowed out by alcohol and sex. If they can bring down Devonshire Hook, it would be absolutely amazing.

"It's time for me to take the stage."

Ye Feng put down his wine glass.

……

As expected, the rest of the rich second generations who had come before were knocked down one after another.

Even though there were more than a dozen of them, Devonshire Hook easily dodged their attacks with bottles and sticks, moved around them, and punched and kicked them mercilessly.

Wolfgang sat on the ground, holding his stomach, looking extremely miserable.

His face was red and swollen, and his handsome appearance was gone. It was difficult for people to recognize this domineering young master of the Fog City.

Seeing this, Ye Feng walked from the crowd to Wolfgang and squatted down.

"How's it going? Are you okay?"

Someone patted his shoulder. Wolfgang grimaced in pain, took a few deep breaths, turned his head and glared at Ye Feng angrily.

"Fuck! Ye Feng! What are you doing!"

Seeing Wolfgang's bruised face and grimacing in pain, Ye Feng laughed with glee:
"If you look like this, I'm afraid your parents won't recognize you anymore."

"Fuck, you're still laughing at me now!"

"Okay, okay." Ye Feng comforted, staring at Wolfgang's face, he couldn't help laughing in his heart. Finally someone taught this foul-mouthed guy a lesson. He hoped that he would be more honest in the future.

Ye Feng said seriously:
"Do you want me to help you vent your anger?"

"just you?"

Wolfgang looked like he saw a fool, his face full of disdain.

As far as he was concerned, Ye Feng's physique was not even bigger than his. If he went up to fight like this, how could he possibly deal with that guy who had beaten more than a dozen of them?
Wolfgang didn't believe it anyway.

(End of this chapter)