The Strongest Urban Son-in-law
Chapter 107 - 105: The Intent of the Zhang Family

Chapter 107: Chapter 105: The Intent of the Zhang Family

Manager Yang’s tears streamed down continuously as he begged loudly, "Boss, Mr. Ye, Old Sir Li, I’m sorry, I was blind and it’s all my fault for misconstruing Mr. Ye Feng. Please let me go, don’t fire me, I was blinded by this little beast, I have a family to feed, I can’t lose this job!"

Ye Feng looked indifferently at Wang Feng, "Make him eat everything he spilled on the ground."

Ye Feng’s tone was very calm, yet it carried an authority like an imperial edict that left no room for resistance.

"You little beast, hurry up and eat it, or else I’ll kill you today!" Manager Yang roared at Wang Feng.

Wang Feng hesitated with a helpless expression, squirming, "Uncle... Uncle... I..."

"I’ll ’uncle’ you!" Manager Yang exploded in anger, leaping up with a kick that knocked Wang Feng to the ground, adding a big shoe print to his body, leaving him even more miserable than before.

"Eat! Otherwise, I’ll kill you today!" Manager Yang yelled at Wang Feng.

Wang Feng’s face was streaked with tears, filled with extreme regret. Liu Keke already looked down on him; why did he still insist on opposing Ye Feng, especially when Ye Feng turned out to be such an influential figure?

Wang Feng helplessly picked up the food from the ground, stuffing it into his mouth and swallowing it down voraciously.

Because Wang Feng knew that if he didn’t do so, their end today would be very grim.

In no time, Wang Feng had finished eating all the food.

Manager Yang asked respectfully, "Mr. Ye, my nephew has finished eating, can you let us go now..."

"Get lost, and don’t let me see you again!" Ye Feng said impatiently.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Manager Yang nodded repeatedly like a pecking chicken, then hurriedly pulled Wang Feng and slunk away.

Boss Jin said, "Mr. Ye, I will arrange it right away, please follow us."

After changing the private room, Li Linfeng said with a smile, "Young friend Ye Feng, let’s go ahead with our business now. I will contact you in advance on the day we set off!"

After the meal, Ye Feng and Liu Keke returned home, standing at the door.

Ye Feng said indifferently, "The photo."

Liu Keke smiled slightly, "Brother-in-law, I’m tired, let’s talk tomorrow!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Liu Keke pushed open the door, rushed into the living room, where Lin Shiyu, Lin Zhen were all there.

Liu Keke went straight to their side, and Ye Feng didn’t bring up the photo again.

Time flew by, and two days passed. Today was Sunday, with one more day until the Zhang Family Patriarch’s birthday banquet.

That day, standing outside the Zhang Family’s reception hall entrance, Zhang Xin had a grim expression, his face incredibly pale, his heartbeat accelerated.

Zhang Xin’s nerves at this moment were on par with when he gambled six billion with Ye Feng.

Sun Zhong was also there, shaking his head helplessly, "Young master, let’s go in. I’ll talk to the old master for you, hoping he will forgive you. What’s bound to happen will come eventually. Ye Feng is a Grandmaster; we are not prominent families from Longdu—we can’t afford to provoke him and we will have to face him sooner or later. Let’s go!"

After he spoke, Sun Zhong patted Zhang Xin’s shoulder, and Zhang Xin wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

Then, Zhang Xin pushed open the door and walked in. As they entered the reception hall, they saw an old man with white hair and eagle-like eyebrows and seven individuals emitting strong Blood Qi, dressed in martial artists’ training clothes, sitting inside the hall.

Seeing these seven people, shock appeared in Sun Zhong’s eyes. The strong Blood Qi from the seven formed together like an invisible sphere, enveloping the entire hall.

Despite the presence of air conditioning set to a comfortable 26 degrees inside the room, the temperature of the hall had become much hotter due to the enveloping Blood Qi of the seven people.

These seven people were all martial artists with Inner Strength and had reached the pinnacle of it. Sun Zhong, also a martial artist with Inner Strength, seemed like a three-year-old child in front of them, utterly weak.

Upon seeing Zhang Xin’s arrival, the Zhang Family Patriarch, Zhang Xin’s grandfather Zhang Jiuling, frowned.

"Zhang Xin, didn’t I tell you? I have important guests to entertain, do not disturb. How dare you barge in!"

After hearing Zhang Jiuling’s words, Zhang Xin immediately knelt down.

"Bang!" Suddenly, Zhang Jiuling was startled.

"Grandfather! A big problem has occurred; I had to come to you this time!" Zhang Xin was almost in tears.

"Stand up! How many times have I told you, to achieve great things you need to remain calm in the face of change. What is this behavior?" Zhang Jiuling scolded loudly, then said to the seven martial artists, "Gentlemen, my apologies for the disruption."

"Grandfather, please let me finish, this time it’s a serious matter!" Zhang Xin said anxiously.

"Waste! How can I trust the Zhang Family with you like this?" Zhang Jiuling roared in fury.

Then, suppressing his rage, Zhang Jiuling asked, "Tell me, what happened?"

"I lost the casino..." Zhang Xin began, trembling with fear.

"What!" Suddenly, Zhang Jiuling was stunned, standing up from his seat, "You beast!"

With a roar of anger, Zhang Jiuling raised his hand and slapped Zhang Xin hard across the face.

Zhang Xin howled, "Grandfather, I’m wrong, punish me as you wish. Even if you kill me, I will have no complaints; I deserve it!"

Zhang Jiuling, looking at his sobbing grandson, felt a tinge of heartache, his face softened a bit, "Did you sell the casino?"

"No, but I’ve signed the proof, and the transfer procedure for the casino hasn’t been processed yet," Zhang Xin shook his head.

"Whew~~" Zhang Jiuling breathed a sigh of relief, "At least you’re somewhat clever to come to me. Speak, what happened?"

Following that, Zhang Xin recounted the events of the day, how he lost to Ye Feng.

"Idiot! Idiot! That man obviously lured you into a trap. It’s one thing for the young Zhang Xin, but Sun Zhong, why didn’t you stop him?" Zhang Jiuling fumed with rage.

Sun Zhong shook his head helplessly, "Master, that man was too young, and I underestimated him. Now let’s think about how to transfer the casino to Ye Feng, otherwise, he will come knocking."