The Strongest Urban Son-in-law
Chapter 356 - 355 Han Ying

Chapter 356: Chapter 355 Han Ying

Gao Ningning had no choice but to trust Ye Feng. After all, everyone had seen Ye Feng’s strength. If they stayed, they were merely dragging him down; it would be better for them to leave. If Ye Feng really did know someone from the Han Family, having them take care of the situation would be far more preferable than trying to do it themselves.

Carrying Zhang Hang and the others with her, even Shi Fei and Liu Ji, both limping, made their departure.

Liu Wenbin didn’t stop them, considering Shi Fei and Liu Ji had already learned their lesson, and the others hadn’t provoked him. Now, with only Ye Feng having injured Scarface, if Ye Feng didn’t know someone from the Han Family, they could simply take their revenge on Ye Feng.

After Gao Ningning and the others left, Ye Feng sat in his seat, eating nonchalantly as if Liu Wenbin and his group didn’t exist, showing not a hint of nervousness.

"Mr. Liu, Young Master Han Ying has arrived!" At that moment, one of Liu Wenbin’s subordinates hurried over to him, whispering into his ear.

"Young Master Han Ying!" Upon hearing his subordinate’s words, Liu Wenbin’s body shook, and his brow furrowed.

Han Ying, the son of the great elder of the Han Family, was one of the top ten outstanding youngsters in Longdu. At just twenty-eight years old, he had already earned the Han Family hundreds of billions, hailed as a once-in-a-century business genius. Not only that, but Han Ying was also a martial arts prodigy, now a peak Inner Strength Martial Artist with formidable power.

It was said that Han Ying would be the next Head of the Han Family.

With just one word from Han Ying, he could leave Liu Wenbin with nowhere to be buried. Liu Wenbin initially thought that even if Ye Feng did know someone from the Han Family, it wouldn’t be anyone core, yet lo and behold, the Han Family’s eldest young master had come himself.

In no time, the people at the entrance of the private room gave way, clearing a path.

"Mr. Han... Mr. Han..." The crowd parted, all voicing his title with eyes full of respect.

A young man in a suit and a man in his fifties, both strong and imposing, walked into the private room.

The elder, dressed in black training clothes, with white eyebrows and beard, had a glint in his eyes and emanated an invisible pressure with every movement, washing over everyone like a tide.

That elder was none other than Master Mao, one of the Grandmaster powerhouses of the Han Family.

The young man had a commanding presence, walking proudly with a casual indifference, displaying an undeniable arrogance. He was like a Divine Dragon from the Nine Heavens, overlooking the mortal world, a Prince exuding sharp brilliance, his pride impossible to hide – in no measure comparable to the earlier Liu Ji.

If the young man were a Dragon from the heavens, then Liu Ji was at best a mere earthworm in his presence.

He was, indeed, Han Yi, the eldest young master of the Han Family, and also one of the top three heroes of Longdu!

Longdu boasted ten outstanding youngsters, and the top three among them were from the five leading families.

Thus, these three were called the three heroes of Longdu, and Han Yi was one of them.

Upon seeing Han Yi, the previously sullen Liu Wenbin immediately broke into a sycophantic smile, saying, "Mr. Han!"

However, Han Yi didn’t even glance at Liu Wenbin and went straight into the private room, heading towards Ye Feng.

"Quickly, seat Mr. Han at the place of honor!" Liu Wenbin immediately exclaimed.

Subsequently, someone carried over a chair, and Han Ying sat down on it.

Liu Wenbin became nervous, thinking that Han Ying was angered, and quickly explained, "Mr. Han, Mr. Ye and I have had some misunderstandings, please let us explain..."

However, before Liu Wenbin could finish, Han Ying coldly glanced at him.

That ice-cold gaze made Liu Wenbin feel as if a chill swept across his body, involuntarily trembling, and he clammed up.

Han Ying said indifferently, "I didn’t give you permission to speak, so don’t."

Frightened, Liu Wenbin nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes, I understand..."

Then, Han Ying turned to look at Ye Feng, sizing him up from head to toe, his eyes revealing a hint of disdain.

Looking at Ye Feng’s ordinary attire which bore no trace of the formidable Blood Qi characteristic of a Martial Artist, Han Ying could not understand what his sister saw in Ye Feng, to hold him in such high esteem.

Han Ying addressed Ye Feng with an indifferent tone, "Are you Ye Feng?"

Ye Feng nodded, his face as composed as still water, showing no emotion.

Han Ying looked at Ye Feng and then took out a cigarette, which Master Mao, the Grandmaster next to him, lit for Han Ying.

Everyone was shocked; to know a Grandmaster, an incredibly proud being, was now lighting a cigarette for the younger Han Ying showed clearly that Han Ying was a person with significant means.

"Huh~~" Han Ying took a deep drag of the cigarette, then slowly exhaled the smoke, looking at Ye Feng, "Can you cure my sister?"

"Of course," Ye Feng replied lightly, nodding.

"I only have one sister," Han Ying spoke softly, his tone very calm, giving nothing away.

"And then?" Ye Feng remained equally composed.

"I am very fond of my sister, and so is my grandfather; he also likes Han Yi, his granddaughter," continued Han Ying.

"Miss Han Yi is indeed excellent, and likable," Ye Feng responded, then picked up a piece of food, placed it in his mouth, and began to chew.

The people around them had sweat beads trickling down their foreheads, their eyes filled with tension.

For reasons unknown, the conversation between Ye Feng and Han Ying seemed to solidify the entire space; everyone could feel an immense pressure weighing on them, making even breathing feel difficult.

Han Ying said softly, "Since she was young, I have taught my sister that birds of a feather flock together and people are known by the company they keep, who to associate with and who to avoid. Many people approach her with ulterior motives, and I don’t want her to be deceived, do you understand what I mean?"

Ye Feng’s expression remained composed, but his tone was full of challenge, "If Mr. Han has something to say, just say it outright, why beat around the bush?"

"Fine! I’ll get straight to the point, kid. If you can truly cure my sister, I’ll consider you as a friend of the Han Family. If you can’t, it’s not too late to say so now. But if you disappoint my sister, I will get very angry, and the consequences of my anger are grave..."

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