Urban God of War: The Live-in Son-in-law

Chapter 224 The Frenzied Son-in-Law Returns

You have stories, I have wine.

No, neither were Ye Feng's. He freeloaded both food and drink, considering himself a dutiful drinking companion and even more so, a faithful listener.

Those of advanced years always like to reminisce, to chew over old tales that linger on their lips, not easily forgotten. Even someone like Feng Zhen couldn't escape this rule. He ended up chatting with Ye Feng for the best part of a day, and then some.@@@@

Fortunately, one was willing to talk, and the other loved to listen.

"My Lord, I feel like I'm close."

In the car, Sima Zhantian unusually didn't raise his voice; he seemed a lot quieter.

Close to what?

This tone was somewhat off from usual. Ye Feng glanced at Sima Zhantian, who was sitting by himself in the back seat. His complexion looked perfectly normal, so why talk such nonsense?

"When we get to Jiangdu, I'll give you a checkup to make sure there are no lasting effects."

Ye Feng thought for a moment and then said so.

During the days Ye Feng and Xiao Chuanqi had been at the High Seas, Sima Zhantian hadn't had a quiet day. If he wasn't in a fight, he was on his way to one. God knows if he had accumulated any occult injuries.

"My Lord, that's not what I mean. I'm saying that the day of my breakthrough to become a Martial King is approaching fast."

Ye Feng listened, unable to help the silent chuckle.

Xiao Chuanqi tapped lightly on his Treasure Sword, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly. Good, once you've made your breakthrough to Martial King, I'll beat you up again. As the fourth brother, you don't seem to know how to stay out of trouble.

Xia Lengchan cried out in despair, why did she get on board Ye Feng's ship of thieves? Each one was either a pervert or a lunatic; regret filled her past.

"My Lord, I'm serious. This morning, Elder Feng Zhen sparred with me and helped me understand the flaws in my boxing technique."

Seeing the others remaining silent, Sima Zhantian quickly became anxious. He was the typical type that wouldn't guess unless you told him outright.

Was that called sparring?

Ye Feng truly felt helpless. A Middle Rank Martial King against a Peak Grandmaster, their strengths were worlds apart. To call it sparring seemed more like teaching.

"All the fist techniques in the world combine hardness with softness, unmatched under the heavens."

"Just grasping the concept of 'hardness' in your technique is not enough. Even if you are lucky enough to break through to Martial King one day, if you face a master of Jeet Kune Do Water Form, as soon as you exhaust your Qi Force, they could defeat you without a fight."

"What you mimicked and brought yesterday, the Flowing Wind Fist, was too rough. Watch how I do it, kid, and catch it."

Ye Feng wasn't there at the time, but he heard Feng Zhen's words loud and clear.

This was a gift!

Even if it was given to Sima Zhantian, who had a robust build.

"Got it, I'll strive to break through as soon as possible."

"Also, about Elder Feng Zhen, you must not mention it to anyone."

Ye Feng said solemnly.

"Why?"

Sima Zhantian asked unwillingly.

"It is the elder's own wish. If a National Scholar seeks fame, how can he be called a National Scholar?"

And then thinking of today's influencers who rack their brains to become famous, Ye Feng knew it wasn't about right or wrong; the times have shaped the people of today.

We can only sleep, so please do not forget the past.

In the afternoon, the car finally arrived at Jiangdu. The eastern sky of the south was not cold. It wasn't a bright sunny glory, but it was still quite warm. A shirt and a jacket were enough, and the beauties on the streets continued to be a splendid sight, each exuding the essence of the southerners.

"Big Brother Ye, you also grew up in an orphanage when you were a child. How come you've never mentioned which orphanage in Jiangdu it was?"

Perhaps stirred by the conversation, Hong Qingyan suddenly asked.

This question instantly silenced Ye Feng. After a long pause, he finally spoke with a look of regret on his face:

"Let go of me."

Captured, the man was shocked, unable to free his arm from the grip, and suddenly his intention to draw a knife was revealed.

"What's wrong?"

Hong Qingyan, who was checking her phone, looked up and saw the short blade the man by her side pulled out. Startled, she dropped her phone with a clang to the ground.

"Seeking death!"

Seeing the thug attempting to stab Hong Qingyan, Ye Feng's expression turned ice-cold. With a firm squeeze of his fingers, he then chopped at the hand wielding the knife.

"Ah! My hand."

In an instant, both hands were crippled—truly crippled—as Ye Feng used his Qi Force to crush and shatter the bones in the assailant's hands.

At that moment, several young men with unfriendly expressions surrounded them. Ye Feng calmly watched them approaching, knowing that people bold enough to rob in broad daylight were likely not alone.

"Ayi, what happened to you?"

A gloomy-faced man bent down, he could see for himself what had become of his companion's hands on the ground.

"Brother Cheng, my hands are ruined, kill him and throw him in the river."

The injured man said through gritted teeth.

"Kid, my brother just wanted to touch your woman, and you went and crippled both his hands. Attack together, cripple him first, then we'll see how to return the favor."

Killing was definitely not an option; they were pickpockets, and once they got involved with murder, they would have to run for the rest of their lives.

A gang of men brandishing iron rods rushed at Ye Feng, who had already shielded Hong Qingyan behind him.

Nothing but trash!

Ye Feng snatched up an iron rod like lightning and swept it horizontally, causing four people to release their grip. Before they could cry out in pain, they each received a blow on the arm that had just wielded a weapon.

Ah! One by one.

Another series of wails ensued.

"You still have one hand left—make a call and summon your boss to pick you up. If he's not here within ten minutes, you can forget about keeping your other hand," Ye Feng said, tossing aside the iron rod and then kicking the men, causing the leader to tremble with fear.

With that kick, he clearly heard the sound of several ribs breaking.

This is bad luck!

Leaning on the railing with Hong Qingyan, Ye Feng was still furious. Just when they were having a moment alone, it had been disrupted.

Seven minutes later, a string of vans roared up.

"Are you the one who hurt my brothers?"

A bald man with Big Golden Tooth walked over, followed by a gang of uniformly armed thugs.

"Kneel down and apologize, or die," Ye Feng said with an arrogant and ice-cold tone.

Such arrogance, who do you think you are?

Big Golden Tooth frowned; something about that face seemed familiar—had he seen it somewhere before?

"What's your name?"

Big Golden Tooth asked, puzzled.

"Ye Feng!"

With a clang, the iron rod fell from Big Golden Tooth's hand, and he knelt down, pleading, "Please spare my life, sir! I didn't recognize you; I wasn't aware it was you."

"I'm surprised you know who I am."

Big Golden Tooth nodded repeatedly; how could he not recognize Ye Feng? When Ye Feng had beaten up the whole of Jiangdu, even if one hadn't seen pigs running, they would have eaten pork.

Why had the Mad Son-in-law of the Hong Family returned!