The Unknown God of War

Chapter 624 I Won’t Kneel!

Chu Feng scowled while gazing.

A horse with a lustrous coat and a muscular frame was falling to the ground on the racetrack, weak to the point of vomiting and diarrhea, and it appeared as though he was about to die.

Seven or eight vets rushed in to assist with the diagnosis.

A young man in a suit was yelling and swearing in rage. "This is the pure-blood Ferghana horse I paid $20 million for. It became ill and had diarrhea after less than a month of being raised on your racetrack. How in the world do you care for it? Are you fools? If something goes wrong with the horse, I'll make you pay!"

"Mr. Jang, please relax. Your horse has been well taken care of, and we dare not neglect it at all."

"Yes, Mr. Jang, please calm down." The club's owners and management all bowed their heads and apologized tremblingly.

This was Jang Wei, the young master of the Jang Group. His father, Jang Tiansheng, had thousands of fighters under his control and ran the entire underground boxing ring and casino in Yenching. They could not risk offending him.

They could only endure it and grin, even if Jang Wei was arrogant and cursed at them.

"Mr. Jang, take a look."

A veterinarian wearing gloves pointed out the horse's stomach contents. "These are the lowest-quality

forages. Pigs in rural places do not even eat them. Undoubtedly, the Ferghana horse ate this feed and became ill and had diarrhea."

Jang Wei was enraged, saying, "Son of a bitch, I pay you over 100,000 a month, and this is how you feed my horses? With such low-quality forages?"

"Whoever is in charge of my horse, stand up!"

The club owner suddenly exclaimed angrily, "Zhang Jian, what's wrong with you? You dare embezzle Mr. Jang's horse's forage money? Do you want to die?", while breaking out in a cold sweat.

"You'd better be able to explain it to me clearly," said Jang Wei.

Chu Feng previously saw Zhang Jian at the mountain's base. He replied, "I dare not!" while terrified, his face turning pale and his legs shaking. "Mr. Jang, I've always used forage that was imported from New Zealand. I dare not, even if you give me the guts."

He then remembered something and exclaimed angrily, "Chen Yong, it must be the cripple Chen Yong!" "On weekdays, he is in charge of transporting forage. Today, I witnessed with my own eyes how he purposefully knocked the hay feeding the horse to the ground."

The silent middle-aged man in the corner with a crippled right leg attracted the attention of numerous people. He was shocked as well because he didn't expect that they would frame him!

"I didn't do it; you framed me." Chen Yong stated solemnly: Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

The club owner gave him a hard slap in the face and growled, "You dare to quibble, Chen Yong. I took

you in when I saw you were pitiful, but I didn't expect you to do such a thing." "Quickly kneel to Mr. Jang and apologize!"

He also realized that Chen Yong couldn't possibly commit such a thing, but he still had to act to keep everyone safe. He could only frame Chen Yong, who had always been quiet and powerless, because Zhang Jian was being protected by someone.

Honest individuals were always persecuted in this world. In a hushed voice, Chen Yong continued, "I said I didn't do it; I won't kneel."