Ouyang Fen looked at Lu Chengwen with a frivolous expression.
Lu Chengwen said, "I'm a legitimate businessman. You're an Ancient Martial Artist. I don't believe you'd dare lay a hand on me."
Ouyang Fen smiled, walked up to Lu Chengwen, leaned in close, and stared into his eyes.
His foot stepped on Little Wei's hand, applying slight pressure. Little Wei was in unbearable pain, feeling the bones in his hand being crushed and splintered...
But Little Wei fought back the urge to scream, a pained sound escaping his throat.
Ouyang Fen looked at Lu Chengwen. "Lu Chengwen, perhaps you don't fully understand what the three words 'Ouyang Family' mean. Let me tell you. No one can stop the Ouyang Family from doing what it wants. And whatever the Ouyang Family wants others to do, they must do."
Lu Chengwen did not look at Little Wei. He merely stared at Ouyang Fen. "Then tell me, Young Master Ouyang, what is it you want me to do?"
Ouyang Fen was pleased.
This kid knew how to play along.
He released Little Wei and looked at Lu Chengwen with a smug expression. "Hmm... My father always told me that in situations like this, I should call it 'cooperation.' But I don't like that. I prefer... 'being a dog.'"
Lu Chengwen was baffled. "You like being a dog?"
Ouyang Fen snapped, "I mean you being the dog!"
Lu Chengwen smiled. "Do you know what happens to people who offend me?"
"I do."
Ouyang Fen kicked Little Wei in the face. Little Wei slid a long way across the floor before crashing into a cabinet.
The cabinet toppled over, and the displays inside, along with several bottles of red wine, shattered.
Ouyang Fen looked at Lu Chengwen. "I heard you established an ancient martial arts