The Strongest Urban Son-in-law
Chapter 227 - 225 Zhao Ziming’s Helplessness

Chapter 227: Chapter 225 Zhao Ziming’s Helplessness

"Pfft~~" As his voice fell, Ye Feng lifted his right hand, his index and middle finger snapping together in a flick; in an instant, a True Essence Qi Bomb tore through the air and pierced through An’s forehead in the blink of an eye.

A thumb-sized bloody hole emerged above An’s eyebrows, from which blood incessantly flowed.

"Thump~~" With a sound, An also fell to the ground, breathless.

"What! How could this happen!" Finally, Han Yu could no longer stand; you must realize that he had a Grandmaster as his bodyguard. With a Grandmaster, he could go anywhere in the vast Dragon Country.

But now, whether it was An with his Inner Strength or Grandmaster Xiang Ran, both had been effortlessly killed by Ye Feng.

Ye Feng looked towards Han Yu with a calm expression, his eyes showing disdain, "Now it’s your turn...."

"No! You can’t kill me, I’m the eldest heir of the Han Family, the top elite household in Dragon Country with countless masters! Do you think you’re invincible just because you killed a Grandmaster? If you kill me, you’ll definitely regret it!" Han Yu bellowed loudly.

"Pfft!" With a sound, a Qi Bomb shot out, and Ye Feng snapped his fingers, instantly creating a bloody hole in Han Yu’s calf, from which blood spurted.

"Ahh~~~" Han Yu screamed in agony, his whole persona extremely pathetic, no longer exhibiting his earlier vigor.

"Zhao Ziming, stand up!" Ye Feng said loudly.

Zhao Ziming’s body shuddered, then he looked towards Ye Feng, his eyes filled with defeat.

"Zhao Ziming, although I don’t know the specifics, the man before you is the one who stole your wife and took your fortune. Now he’s right in front of you. What you want to do, you decide!" Ye Feng said sternly.

"You beast!" Zhao Ziming went berserk, shouting loudly, his rage exploding in an instant.

Zhao Ziming charged at Han Yu, delivering a vicious kick to Han Yu’s head.

Han Yu’s head swam immediately, his face marked with a clear imprint of a shoe, looking particularly disgraceful.

"Bastard! Bastard!" Zhao Ziming roared loudly, his foot striking Han Yu’s body again and again incessantly.

Han Yu issued a miserable scream, incredibly pathetic, rolling on the ground in pain.

Seeing this, Feng Yuanyuan rushed to Zhao Ziming’s side, grabbing his clothes, "Zhao Ziming, stop it, don’t hit Han Yu, if you want to hit someone, hit me!"

"Get lost!" Zhao Ziming roared, swinging back his hand to deliver a fierce slap across Feng Yuanyuan’s face.

The powerful slap from Zhao Ziming instantly disoriented Feng Yuanyuan, causing a ringing in her ears, and she sat down hard on the ground, her face showing pain.

Feng Yuanyuan was stunned; all the years she had known Zhao Ziming, this was the first time he had hit her.

Feng Yuanyuan could never have dreamed that Zhao Ziming, a man she thought so lowly of, would dare to lay a hand on her.

But in Zhao Ziming’s eyes, Feng Yuanyuan deserved it. It was bad enough to have an affair, but she also secretly transferred assets and abandoned their son.

Not only had she done all this, but she also flaunted her affair in front of him, brazenly showing off—that kind of person definitely deserved a beating.

"Ah~ stop it, please stop!" Han Yu pleaded in pain.

"I am the young master of the Han Family, our assets are over a hundred billion! You will regret treating me this way!" Han Yu kept shouting.

But Zhao Ziming, in that moment, couldn’t care less about anything else, as he was engulfed in madness. The more Han Yu spoke, the heavier Zhao’s blows became. In no time at all, Han Yu was beaten beyond recognition by Zhao Ziming, looking utterly wretched.

Tears streamed from Zhao Ziming’s eyes amidst his frenzied outburst.

Finally, Zhao Ziming grew tired and stopped beating Han Yu, collapsing onto the sofa.

At that time, Ye Feng looked at Zhao Ziming and asked, "Zhao Ziming, what do you plan to do with him?"

A crazed look appeared in Zhao Ziming’s eyes, "I want to kill him, but I don’t have the courage, and I don’t know what to do."

Zheng Yonggang spoke, "If you don’t have the courage, I will help you!"

Zheng Yonggang pulled out a dagger, his eyes filled with deep intent to kill.

Han Yu screamed in terror, "No, you can’t kill me, I am the young master of the Han Family. If you kill me, you will definitely face the Han Family’s vengeance, you will regret it!"

But Ye Feng remained calm, "Even if it were not just your insignificant Han Family but also the top five elite houses of Dragon Country, they truly wouldn’t be worth mentioning."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zheng Yonggang walked towards Han Yu, who let out a terrified shriek.

"Don’t kill me, you will regret it, you will regret it!"

At that moment, Feng Yuanyuan rushed to Han Yu’s side, shielding him from Zheng Yonggang, "Please, I beg you, don’t hurt Han Yu anymore!"

"Pfft." Seeing Feng Yuanyuan protect Han Yu sent Zhao Ziming into such a rage that he spurted out blood.

Seeing the woman he loved most betray him, and even stand before him to protect another man, was a blow that pierced his heart like a dagger.

However, Zheng Yonggang did not care at all and was ready to finish off Han Yu.

Feng Yuanyuan shouted, "Zhao Ziming, I beg you, please don’t let him kill Han Yu!"

"Zheng, stop!" Zhao Ziming, his face ashen, called out loudly.

"But!" Zheng Yong didn’t understand; if he were in that position, he would have exploded with rage long ago, not waiting around.

"Forget it, Zheng, really..." Zhao Ziming seemed suddenly aged, utterly haggard.

"Feng Yuanyuan, you have one minute to take him and get out, the farther the better!" Zhao Ziming bellowed.

Feng Yuanyuan helped up Han Yu and quickly said, "I’m leaving right now, right now!"

"Wait!" Just then, Zhao Ziming shouted, startling Feng Yuanyuan.

Zhao Ziming threw the divorce papers at her, "Here’s the divorce agreement; I’ve signed it. With Han Yu’s capability, the divorce can go through even if I’m not present, right?"

"Okay, I’ll leave first!" Feng Yuanyuan nodded repeatedly, and soon left the place.

Zhao Ziming sat there, soulless and quiet, as if the entire world had become tranquil at that moment.

Ye Feng looked at Zhao Ziming, "Brother, are you content letting them go just like that?"

Ye Feng could not understand; if it were him, he probably would have gone on a killing spree, unable to tolerate such betrayal.