Chapter 125 Riding a Shared Bike to the Party
"Ding! Detected that host Ye Feng has activated 'Red Dust Slapping Mode'. Current scene: High school reunion!" "Mission objective: Cause an extremely high-profile misunderstanding through extremely low-key behavior, and finally reveal your identity in an extremely explosive way!" "Detected that three 'billion-dollar rich second-generation' are preparing to mock the host at the reunion, and a 'green tea class beauty' is planning to embarrass the host. Host, do you want to activate: Star Sea Shock, directly increasing the gravity in this area by ten thousand times?"
In Shanghai, at the Hyatt Regency Hotel, in front of the revolving door, which is gleaming with gold.
One after another, luxury cars worth tens of millions roared to a stop along the red carpet; Ferraris and Lamborghinis were practically everywhere. Successful men in suits, accompanied by heavily made-up partners, exchanged pleasantries while casually flashing their million-dollar watches.
Amidst this scene of extravagance and debauchery, a piercing creak broke the roar of the luxury car's engine.
A young man wearing a black hooded sweatshirt with his hands in his pockets slowly stopped in the center of the red carpet on a completely black, even slightly rusty, shared bicycle.
"Go away! Where did this food delivery guy come from? Get out of here! These are all luxury cars parked here. If you scratch them, you won't be able to afford to pay for them even in ten lifetimes!" A security captain in uniform walked up with a look of disgust and made a move to shove Ye Feng.
Ye Feng braced himself on one foot, casually crumpled the half-eaten five-cent spicy snack bag into a ball, and accurately flicked it into the trash can in the distance. He looked up at the security guard, and the extreme indifference in his eyes made the security captain feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar. His outstretched hand froze in mid-air, and he didn't dare to bring it down.
"I'm here for a party, is this red carpet for animals?" Ye Feng said coldly, casually locking his shared bicycle and walking into the hotel.
"Stop right there, Ye Feng?"
A female voice, tinged with surprise and a hint of sarcasm, rang out from behind.
Ye Feng turned around and saw a heavily made-up woman in a deep-V dress escorting a portly man out of a Bentley. This woman was none other than Wang Fang, the former class beauty.
"Is that really you, Ye Feng? I thought I misheard. It's been so many years, and your entrance is... quite 'unique' indeed." Wang Fang covered her mouth and laughed exaggeratedly, her gaze falling on Ye Feng's shared bicycle, her eyes overflowing with disdain.
"Fangfang, is this the one you mentioned... the top student in the grade back then?" The man next to Wang Fang pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, his tone carrying a condescending air. "Judging by his appearance, he's not doing too well. Brother, where do you work? My security company is short of a patrolman. For Fangfang's sake, I'll pay you eight thousand a month?"
Ye Feng looked at the couple, a wicked smile curving his lips.
"Eight thousand? That's quite a lot. But I'm a stubborn man, and I'm afraid your little temple can't support a great god like me." After saying that, Ye Feng ignored the two men's expressions and walked straight into the elevator.
"Hmph, what are you pretending to be so high and mighty for! Once we get into the private room, we'll see how Young Master Sun deals with you!" Wang Fang stomped her feet angrily and quickly followed after him, arm in arm with the man.
Hyatt Hotel, "Dragon Soaring" suite.
The decor here is extremely luxurious, with chandeliers made of strings of deep-sea pearls hanging from the ceiling, and the dishes on the tables are all made with top-quality ingredients flown in from the air.
When Ye Feng pushed open the door and entered, the previously noisy private room fell silent for a second.
"Hey! Isn't this our talented scholar Ye?"
Seated at the head of the table was Sun Zhiqiang, the rich second-generation from our class back then. He is now the CEO of a new energy company in Shanghai, and it is rumored that he has a very deep background and has connections with some mid-level managers in the Star Sea Federation.
"Ye Feng, I heard you haven't found a job yet? Come on, sit here." Sun Zhiqiang pointed to the small round stool closest to the door, which was used to store miscellaneous items, and said arrogantly, "Tonight's meal is the 'Starry Sea' set meal. One bite of this might be worth half a year's salary for you. Eat as much as you can before it gets cold."
The students at the table burst into laughter. In this era where only the victors are remembered, past academic achievements are worthless in the face of money.
"Young Master Sun, please stop teasing him." Wang Fang walked in at this moment, giggling, "He just rode here on a convertible BMW, the chain was so loud you could hear it for half the street."
"Shared bikes?" Sun Zhiqiang laughed until tears almost streamed down his face. "Ye Feng, you've really fallen on hard times. How about this, if you toast me three times tonight and say 'I was wrong, Master Sun' three times, I'll not only get you a job, but I'll also give you a domestically made car. How about that?"
Ye Feng leisurely pulled over the stool and sat down, casually picked up a pot of top-grade Da Hong Pao tea, poured himself a cup, and took a small sip.
"The tea is so-so, the water is too hard." Ye Feng put down his cup and looked up at Sun Zhiqiang with a nonchalant expression. "Sun Zhiqiang, you just said you have connections in the Star Sea Federation?"
"Of course!" Sun Zhiqiang patted his chest proudly. "A deputy section chief at the Shanghai branch of the Starsea Federation, that's my uncle! With just one word from me, I can make you disappear completely in Shanghai!"
"Deputy section chief?" Ye Feng shook his head, his tone full of mockery. "That kind of nobody who's not even qualified to shine my shoes, dares to be a background figure?"
"Damn it! You're asking for it!" Sun Zhiqiang slammed his fist on the table, veins bulging on his forehead. "Ye Feng, you really think I wouldn't dare touch you? In Shanghai, killing you is as easy as killing an ant!"
"Young Master Sun, please calm down! Young Master Sun, please calm down!" Wang Fang quickly stepped forward and patted Sun Zhiqiang's back, while glaring maliciously at Ye Feng. "Ye Feng, you'd better kneel down and apologize to Young Master Sun! Don't think your poor, arrogant attitude will do you any good. Reality will teach you a lesson!"
Just as tensions were running high in the private room, and everyone was waiting to see Ye Feng kneel down and beg for mercy.
Rumble—!
A loud, deep engine roar suddenly came from above the hotel. The sound was so loud that the earthquake-resistant glass of the entire Hyatt Hotel trembled violently, and the expensive red wine on the tables rippled in fine circles.
"What's going on? Is it an earthquake?" the students exclaimed in fear.
"No! That's...that's the sound of an airplane!"
A student sitting by the window mustered up his courage and pulled back the curtains. The next second, he froze on the spot, and his phone fell to the ground and shattered.
"My God... Look! Look outside!"
Sun Zhiqiang, Wang Fang, and others quickly gathered around.
The starry night sky outside the hotel had vanished, replaced by a dense, dark mass of fighter jets that blotted out the sky!
Every single fighter jet is painted with the Star Sea Federation's purple-gold emblem, representing absolute authority and absolute invincibility!
A full one hundred of the most advanced "Starsea·Sky Punishment" class fighter jets are currently hovering a hundred meters above the Hyatt Hotel. Their massive searchlights illuminate the entire area within a kilometer radius of the hotel as if it were daytime!
"What...what's going on? Could it be a rebellion by superhumans?" Sun Zhiqiang's voice trembled. His so-called uncle was nothing but dust in the face of this power.
Immediately afterwards, the mahogany door of the private room was violently kicked open from the outside.
A team of Starsea Special Forces warriors, clad in black alloy armor and exuding an aura so powerful it seemed to freeze the air, filed in with synchronized steps. The laser rifles in their hands flashed with a chilling light, instantly taking control of the entire private room.
"The commander-in-chief of the Shanghai Special Operations Group has led his team to escort you!"
A middle-aged general with a very high military rank and a chest full of medals strode in. His gaze swept across the room and finally landed precisely on Ye Feng, who was sitting on a bench and leisurely drinking tea.
Without any hesitation, the general brought his feet together with a thud, straightened his back, and gave Ye Feng a top-notch military salute. Then he knelt on one knee, his voice booming like thunder throughout the private room:
"Your subordinate arrived late to rescue Your Majesty, disturbing Your Majesty's meditation. Please punish me, Your Majesty!"
"Your subordinates pay their respects to the Great Emperor!"
Hundreds of special operations soldiers knelt down on one knee at the same time. The sound of their heavy armor hitting the ground was so loud that Sun Zhiqiang fell off his chair.
Silence. The entire room was deathly silent. A deathly silence.
Sun Zhiqiang's face went from red to white, then from white to purple, and finally turned ashen. He stared at the man who had arrived on a shared bicycle while sitting on a bench, and his mind went completely blank.
"The...Emperor?" "The creator of the Star Sea Federation...the sole ruler of all realms...Emperor Ye Feng?!"
Wang Fang collapsed to the ground, a pungent, foul odor emanating from beneath her skirt. Her meticulously made-up face was now filled with utter terror. She had just… actually tried to introduce the Emperor to a security company as a bodyguard?
Ye Feng put down his teacup and slowly stood up.
He didn't speak, but as he stood up, a terrifying pressure, enough to crush eternity and sweep across the heavens, instantly enveloped the entire hotel. Sun Zhiqiang and the others felt as if a mountain was pressing down on them, their bones making a teeth-grinding "creaking" sound. They all lay face down on the ground like dogs, not daring to lift their heads.
"Sun Zhiqiang, you just said you were going to give me a domestic car?" Ye Feng walked up to Sun Zhiqiang, his tone calm, yet it sounded like a judgment from the depths of hell.
"No... I dare not... Your Majesty, spare my life! I'm just a beast! I deserve to die!" Sun Zhiqiang slapped himself frantically, his teeth flying out.
"And you, class beauty." Ye Feng looked at Wang Fang, his eyes devoid of hatred, only displaying a disregard for the mundane. "You think I'm not doing well?"
"I...I was wrong! Your Majesty! I am willing to serve you! I am willing to be your maid!" Wang Fang kowtowed frantically, her forehead hitting the expensive carpet, blood streaming down her face.
"No need. My harem doesn't need this kind of trash." Ye Feng waved his hand in disgust.
He looked at the middle-aged general and calmly gave the order:
"The Sun family is completely shut down. Anyone related to Sun Zhiqiang by blood is sent to the Arctic to mine, and they'll never see the sun again. As for this woman..."
Ye Feng glanced at Wang Fang.
"Send her to report to that security captain, where she'll be in charge of cleaning all the hotel's restrooms. If even one tile isn't clean, she'll be stuck there for ten thousand years."
"Yes, Your Majesty!"
With a wave of his hand, the middle-aged general ordered several special operations soldiers to drag Sun Zhiqiang and Wang Fang away like dead dogs.
At this moment, the other students in the private room were so frightened that they stopped breathing. They had originally wanted to mock Ye Feng, but they hadn't had a chance to speak yet.
Ye Feng looked around, his gaze lingering for a moment on those once familiar yet now unfamiliar faces, before he sighed.
"It's fine for people to strive for higher positions, but if you climb up by stepping on your old classmates, your path will become narrow."
After saying that, Ye Feng left with his hands behind his back.
As he stepped out of the hotel, a hundred Starship fighters outside simultaneously sounded their horns in salute to this supreme ruler.
Beside the rusty shared bicycle, a Starship warrior was carefully guarding it, as if it were some kind of cosmic treasure.
Ye Feng mounted his bicycle, turned to look at the void where Hu Yanli was hiding, and said calmly:
"Ali, let's go. The party is over, let's go back to Immortal City."
"Alright, Captain!"
Under the horrified yet admiring gazes of countless Shanghai citizens, a figure wearing a hoodie and riding a shared bicycle, escorted by hundreds of fighter jets in the sky, slowly disappeared into the night.
I am Ye Feng. I can be as inconspicuous as dust. But if anyone tries to step on that dust, I'll make them turn into dust in the universe!