It was as if someone had occupied his territory and claimed it as their own. Feng Dengfeng felt like a lion whose territory had been challenged, brimming with murderous intent.
But reason told him he absolutely couldn't let his temper take over and go head-to-head with Lord Wu.
It wasn't that Feng Dengfeng was afraid of Lord Wu. He simply didn't want the matter of the supplies to become common knowledge.
"Old Tang, get ready. I'll go see Old Wu myself. If he won't play by the rules, then he can't blame me for being ruthless."
Old Tang was fired up, already getting carried away as he asked, "Sir, should I round up everyone and bring all the brothers who can fight?"
"No need. I'll try courtesy before force. If Old Wu really wants to rob us, we can fall out with him then. This place isn't somewhere Old Wu can do whatever he wants."
If it had been something else, Feng Dengfeng might have been able to put up with it.
But not when it concerned such a huge shipment of supplies.
Although he was going over to demand the man's release, Feng Dengfeng couldn't afford to look as if he were spoiling for a fight. The moment he did, people with ulterior motives would take notice—and so would the other Top Agents.
Those guys had noses like dogs. Catch even the faintest scent, and they'd follow it right to the source.
So Feng Dengfeng brought only a handful of people. Suppressing his anger, he went to Lord Wu's place.
"What? Feng Dengfeng came to see me by name?" Lord Wu was rather surprised when one of his subordinates reported it.
What did Feng Dengfeng mean by coming here at a time like this?
Old Jiao said, "Sir, Feng