The vast Chu Family estate was now eerily quiet; no one dared to speak, not even the few direct lineage mbers who had been extrely arrogant just monts ago. They were now as silent as dead dogs.
Although that guy was sitting in a wheelchair, the pressure he exuded was simply imnse. He was truly the embodint of the God of Slaughter!
Not even half an hour had passed when several luxury cars roared in from outside.
Following that, more than a dozen individuals dressed in tight uniforms jumped out of the cars. Chu Min and the heads of the other three major families from last night were also present.
"Well, well, who would have thought!"
No sooner had Chu Min gotten out of the car than he ground his teeth and angrily said, "I really didn’t expect that you, the waste son-in-law of the Hong Family, would actually dare to co here!"
Hong Zhenguo demanded, "Where is Hong Qingyan? Where is she?"
"Bring her down!" Chu Min gave a sweeping gesture with his great hand, and two bodyguards imdiately pulled Hong Qingyan from the back seat of the car.
Although her hair was sowhat disheveled, she seed to be unhard. Only her hands were bound, and she looked sowhat pale.
The people of the Chu Family were targeting Ye Feng, and using Hong Qingyan as bait. Now that Ye Feng had shown up, they naturally had no need to harm Hong Qingyan.
Ye Feng glanced at Hong Qingyan, then swept his eyes towards the dozen or so individuals in tight uniforms. These people moved with agility and even their footsteps were more solid and stable than ordinary bodyguards, indicating they were likely from the Martial Alliance.
"Father, Father, you’re finally back. This damned son-in-law of the Hong Family, he, he has crippled !" Chu Xionghe cried out miserably at that mont.
Chu Min’s expression turned even darker as he waved his hand, "Irrelevant people, get lost. Today, I have so personal matters to settle!"
As soon as his words fell, the guests of the Chu Family as well as the servants, and even the onlookers who were there for the spectacle, all scattered like smoke.
Ye Feng wheeled his chair forward and slowly approached Hong Qingyan, then asked, "I am truly sorry for the discomfort you’ve endured because of . Did you lose a single hair?"
Hong Qingyan didn’t know how to respond and after thinking for a mont, said, "I wasn’t hard, but indeed, they did pull out so of my hair when they snatched ."
Ye Feng nodded in response.
By the side, Hong Zhenguo shook his head and sighed, knowing that today the Chu Family was probably done for.
"You get in the car first, wait for inside the car!" Ye Feng waved his hand.
"But Big Brother Ye, under the circumstances..." Hong Qingyan hesitated, clearly worried about the current situation.
"Go, get in the car if I tell you to." Hong Zhenguo ca over, pulled his granddaughter into one of the cars that had arrived, and then closed the car door.
Chu Min didn’t stop her. Of course, he didn’t think there was any need to stop her. He sneered coldly and said, "Mr. Ye, I know you, the crippled son-in-law of the Hong Family, indeed have so skills, but do you really think that the Chu Family is so easily dealt with?"
Ye Feng didn’t respond, as he never replied to what he considered nonsensical questions. He simply asked, "Are these dozen or so n all from the Jiangdu Martial Alliance?"
"Indeed, we are from the Martial Alliance!"
A middle-aged man stepped forward, with a colorful ribbon emblazoned on his chest, and said in a heavy voice, "Mr. Ye, this morning, you crippled two of our Martial Alliance brothers. It’s ti for us to settle this account with you."
Ye Feng remained silent. Although he was the hidden founder of the Martial Alliance, he assud these little guys wouldn’t recognize him, and of course, he had no intention of explaining.
However, Ye Feng knew that the man with a colorful ribbon on his chest was an instructor, a First Stage Martial Artist. If there were three colorful ribbons, it would an a Third Stage Martial Artist, and so on, up to a Ninth Stage Martial Artist.
This hierarchical ranking system was also designed by Ye Feng himself, corresponding to the dostic and international judo and taekwondo’s first through ninth dans.
As for those above this ranking, their chest would bear the symbol of colorful clouds. This level could be referred to as a Great Grandmaster. Presumably, the head of the Jiangdu Martial Alliance—the Deputy Alliance Leader—would also be a Great Grandmaster with the symbol of colorful clouds.
"Everyone, this guy nad Ye, the crippled son-in-law of the Hong Family, first brutally and ruthlessly killed offspring from my Chu Family and three other families. Then, without distinguishing right from wrong, he injured and disabled disciples of the Martial Alliance. He’s far too domineering and insolent, his actions are utterly repulsive,"
Chu Min gritted his teeth and said word for word, "Today, this waste of a son-in-law from the Hong Family must die, he must use his blood to maintain the dignity of the Martial Alliance!"
At these words, Seventeen’s fists were already clenched tight, every nerve taut.
Ye Feng shook his head and said, "Out of respect for the Martial Alliance, I spared these ignorant fools their lives. As for the old dog of the Chu Family, Qingyan just ntioned it lacks a hair!"
Having said that, Ye Feng had already started to turn his wheelchair, slowly moving in the direction of the vehicle where Hong Qingyan was.
"Kill, eliminate this useless son-in-law of the Hong Family!" Chu Min suddenly roared.
The dozen or so Martial Alliance disciples moved, and so did Seventeen.
At this ti, Ye Feng, with his back turned, didn’t look back, nor did he need to, because he already knew the outco.
It was all over in a very brief mont, just ten or so seconds. When Tang Feng’s wheelchair reached the Toyota Alphard, the fight was already over behind him, and Seventeen had even returned to his side.
What had been a tense situation had ended abruptly, like a quick-moving storm that passed with the sa speed as it had arrived.
Ye Feng did not ask for details, because there was no need.
And since Ye Feng did not ask, Seventeen said nothing more, even too lazy to elaborate.
After helping Ye Feng into the car, Seventeen went back to the driver’s seat and drove off into the distance.
The car traveled along the Jiangdu River heading upstream. Although it was a cool spring breeze and the evening air was fresh, the atmosphere inside the car seed oppressive.
Of course, the main ones feeling the tension were Hong Zhenguo and Hong Qingyan. Even though the car doors had been closed and their view obstructed, the sounds of the fight and the screams they had heard were enough for Hong Qingyan to imagine the scene.
She looked at Ye Feng, wanting to say sothing several tis, but each ti she hesitated and held back.
After thinking for a mont, Hong Zhenguo finally said, "Mr. Ye, because of this matter, we are now thoroughly at odds with the Martial Alliance. I’m afraid from their side…"
Before he could finish, Ye Feng had already spoken, his voice as calm as ever.
"Find an opportunity tomorrow to visit the Martial Alliance, and convey a ssage to the Great Grandmaster Alliance Hierarch for ."
"Yes, what ssage do you need to convey, Mr. Ye?" Hong Zhenguo asked.
"Tell him to co see ."
That was Ye Feng’s ssage, decisive and straightforward, his words exuding an intense sovereign aura.
What to him were Martial Alliance Deputy Alliance Leaders and Great Grandmasters? In Ye Feng’s eyes, they were all but ants.
"Yes, Mr. Ye, I will ensure your ssage is delivered," Hong Zhenguo replied after a long silence, finally nodding.
All of a sudden, Ye Feng turned his head to look at Hong Qingyan and asked, "Are you tired?"
Hong Qingyan was taken aback and blurted out, "I’m not... not tired."
Ye Feng nodded, "Good, I’m hungry. Prepare dinner when we get back, and by the way, no big bok choy, no little bok choy either."
Although Hong Qingyan had still been in a state of tension, she couldn’t help but let out a snort of laughter at these words.
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