The Strongest Urban Son-in-law
Chapter 225 - 223: Ye Feng’s Fury

Chapter 225: Chapter 223: Ye Feng’s Fury

Upon hearing what Zhao Ziming said, Feng Yuanyuan sneered, "What do you mean ’your company, your money’? All of these belong to me, and have nothing to do with you, Zhao Ziming. Since the company was established, have you ever managed it or contributed a thing? You simply don’t deserve to own any of these!"

"Shameless woman, all of these were given to me by Ye Feng, I won’t let you take them away!" Zhao Ziming roared in anger.

"Seeking death!" But no sooner had Zhao Ziming’s words fallen than Han Yu became furious, and with a thunderous shout, he cut off Zhao Ziming.

Han Yu raised his hand, and with a fierce slap, he struck Zhao Ziming across the face.

"Slap!" A crisp sound echoed, leaving a bright red handprint on Zhao Ziming’s face.

Han Yu looked at Zhao coldly, "A worthless trash, Yuanyuan is my woman, and you dare to repeatedly call her a ’shameless woman.’ I really gave you too much face!"

Zhao Ziming raged, "Bastard, how dare you hit me!"

With that, Zhao Ziming attempted to fight back, but as he took a step forward, Han Yu’s young bodyguard stepped forward, and with a fierce slap, he struck Zhao Ziming.

The young bodyguard was an early-stage martial artist of Inner Strength, whom a regular person like Zhao Ziming couldn’t resist and had no time to react.

"Slap!" Immediately, the powerful blow sent Zhao Ziming flying, crashing onto the couch.

"Blurt!" Zhao Ziming spat out a mouthful of blood, mixed with teeth that had just fallen out.

Feng Yuanyuan, face devoid of sympathy, said, "Trash, didn’t you hear me earlier? Every bodyguard by Han Yu’s side is a martial artist of inner strength. You, a worthless piece of trash, how could you possibly harm Han Yu? You’re really seeking death!"

"Damn it, you two bastards, I wish you both a painful death!" Zhao Ziming roared furiously.

"Still daring to talk back, huh!" the young bodyguard roared back, kicking Zhao Ziming’s body, who had no power to resist, mercilessly beating him.

Though Zhao Ziming was also from Heavenly Origin Martial Arts Hall and had passed the intermediate certification, he was ultimately just an ordinary person, no match for the young bodyguard. In front of the early-stage inner strength bodyguard, Zhao Ziming had no ability to fight back at all.

"Thud! Thud! Thud!" The sound of dull thuds rose continuously as Zhao Ziming was beaten bloody and broken.

Watching Zhao Ziming being ruthlessly tormented, initially Feng Yuanyuan didn’t care much, but seeing how miserable Zhao Ziming was, she began to feel a bit of mercy; after all, they were married for years, and she merely hoped for a smooth divorce without it costing a life, which was not what Feng Yuanyuan wanted to see.

"Forget it, Han Yu, he’s already severely injured and can’t fight back anymore, stop hitting him," Feng Yuanyuan said. But Han Yu showed no mercy, his eyes expressing disdain, filled with contempt, "This piece of trash, daring to insult us both, even killing him would be too easy on him!"

Feng Yuanyuan grabbed Han Yu’s arm, "Han Yu, really, let’s stop, don’t hit him anymore, there’s no need!"

But Han Yu had absolutely no intention of stopping, his face expressionless as he looked at Zhao Ziming.

Feng Yuanyuan anxiously said, "Han Yu, if Zhao Ziming dies, there’ll be no one to take care of my son. Do you expect me to carry my son around with you?"

"Stop!" Hearing Feng Yuanyuan’s words, Han Yu then shouted at the young guard in the early stages of inner strength.

Han Yu nodded and said, "You’re right, if he dies, I’ll have to see that little bastard. I certainly don’t want to find a useless kid bothering me every day!"

Hearing Han Yu insult her son, Feng Yuanyuan was not sad at all but acted as if it were completely justifiable.

But Zhao Ziming couldn’t bear it, glared angrily at Feng Yuanyuan and Han Yu, "You two scoundrels deserve a terrible death. Feng Yuanyuan, do you have any humanity left? Can you actually abandon your own son?"

"Kid, you still don’t know why you’re being beaten, and you dare to talk back! Fine, I’ll make sure you can’t talk back!" Han Yu yelled, then said to the young guard, "An, pluck out his tongue!"

"Yes, young master!" An approached Zhao Ziming with an icy face, showing no trace of emotion.

"Stop!" Just then, an angry roar echoed throughout the living room.

At the doorway, Ye Feng and Zheng Yonggang both looked grim, with Zheng Yonggang seeming almost ready to explode.

"Ye Feng!" Seeing Ye Feng, Zhao Ziming’s body trembled. He felt not excitement, but immense shame.

Originally, he had not wanted Ye Feng to know about this, not wanting his best friend to see him at his most disgraceful, nor did he want Ye Feng to think that it was because Ye Feng had made Zhao Ziming rich that his family had decayed.

Ye Feng’s face was ice-cold. Seeing Zhao Ziming’s wretched state, covered in blood and scarcely recognizable, Ye Feng became very quiet. Terrifyingly quiet!

The entire living room felt as if it had dropped into an ice cellar, with waves of chill even in the scorching summer.

Ye Feng went over to Zhao Ziming and helped him up from the ground. Then, Ye Feng infused him with True Essence, causing Zhao Ziming to immediately feel a warm flow through his body.

But this flow did little to repair Ziming’s injuries, only giving him temporary strength to stand and perform simple actions.

Ye Feng wiped the footprints off Zhao Ziming’s body. Zheng Yonggang glared angrily at Feng Yuanyuan and Han Yu.

"Are you Ye Feng?" Feng Yuanyuan looked at Ye Feng with disdain in her eyes, "I’ve heard this loser Zhao Ziming mention you. You’ve got some skills in Lin Tian City, but this is our family matter, I advise you not to interfere!"

Han Yu looked at Ye Feng coldly, "Brother, I belong to the Longdu Han Family, you might have heard of us. This is not a place where you should be. Leave now, while I’m not yet angry."

Ye Feng looked indifferently at the four of them, showing no emotion and calmly asked, "Who beat him to this state?"

Ye Feng’s calm voice, like a chilling call from hell, immediately made Han Yu and Feng Yuanyuan feel a wave of cold dread washing over them.