The Strongest Urban Son-in-law
Chapter 737 - 755: The Beginning of the Counterattack [Four Updates]

Chapter 737: Chapter 755: The Beginning of the Counterattack [Four Updates]

Ye Feng nodded slightly, and at that moment, he looked towards the Prison Chief and Xiamu Jianyi. After they saw Ye Feng’s gaze, for some reason, they both felt a chill run down their spines and their eyes revealed a panicked color, fearfully staring at Ye Feng.

Ye Feng didn’t pay attention to the Prison Chief and Xiamu Jianyi. After a glance, he walked up to the Martial Artist who had previously escorted Ye Feng and Youcheng Chiyoda.

Ye Feng called out, "Chiyoda, come here!"

"Yes, Boss!" Youcheng Chiyoda rushed excitedly to Ye Feng and looked at him.

Ye Feng said to Youcheng Chiyoda, "Do you remember how he dealt with us before?"

Youcheng Chiyoda excitedly nodded and hurriedly said, "I know, I know, of course, I know. How could I possibly forget?"

Previously, when Ye Feng and Youcheng Chiyoda had come out of the prison cell, this Martial Artist had been extremely arrogant, kicking both Ye Feng and Youcheng Chiyoda several times in the rear.

"I..." Suddenly, fear appeared in the Martial Artist’s eyes.

"What ’I’, fuck your mother!" Youcheng Chiyoda roared furiously, and kicked heavily at the Innate-stage Martial Artist, striking him hard and directly knocking him down onto his buttocks.

"Crack~~" The sound of bones breaking echoed.

"Ah~~~" Accompanied by a scream, the Innate-stage Martial Artist flew backward, pain apparent in his eyes, and he only stopped after flying a distance of more than ten meters.

However, before the Innate-stage Martial Artist could get up from the ground, Youcheng Chiyoda was already in front of him.

At that time, Ye Feng, with an extremely cold voice, said to the Innate-stage Martial Artist, "Lie face down against the wall..."

"What?" The Innate-stage Martial Artist, terrified, looked at Ye Feng, unsure of what to do.

"Lie face down against the wall!" Ye Feng’s tone suddenly intensified, scaring the Innate-stage Martial Artist completely, his eyes showing utter fear, utterly clueless about what to do.

"Fuck your mother, didn’t you hear my boss’s words? Lie face down against the wall!" Youcheng Chiyoda yelled.

Afterward, Youcheng Chiyoda slapped the Innate-stage Martial Artist heavily across the face.

"Smack!" The heavy slap sent the Innate-stage Martial Artist’s blood flying, his teeth continuously falling out, his state utterly pitiable.

But he dared not offer any objection and quickly lay face down against the wall, his heart in turmoil.

Just as the Innate-stage Martial Artist lay face down against the wall, Ye Feng indifferently said, "Chiyoda, start."

"Yes, Boss!" Youcheng Chiyoda, excited to the extreme, and all the pent-up frustration of the past two days was finally being released!

"Thud! Thud! Thud!" Youcheng Chiyoda continuously kicked the Innate-stage Martial Artist’s buttocks.

The dull thuds clearly reverberated in every corner of the execution ground, and everyone wore sad expressions as they watched the Innate-stage Martial Artist, his screams echoing continuously.

"Motherfucker, you think you’re all that? You like kicking my ass? Today, I’m gonna kick you to death!" Youcheng Chiyoda yelled as he kicked the butt of the Innate-stage fighter relentlessly.

Soon, Youcheng Chiyoda grew tired, not knowing how many times he had kicked; finally, he stopped, leaving the Innate Martial Artist unconscious from the pain.

Then, Ye Feng turned to Xiamu Jianyi and the Prison Chief, both feeling a bad premonition.

Ye Feng looked at the Prison Chief and demanded, "Go get ten bottles of pepper spray!"

Upon hearing Ye Feng’s demand, the Prison Chief’s face froze, then, with an embarrassed look, he asked Ye Feng, "Brother Ye Feng, what do you need pepper spray for?"

"Slap!" Ye Feng responded by slapping him hard across the face, the sound of the slap echoing around.

"Just go get it, why the fuck are you asking so many questions!" Ye Feng shouted.

"Fuck! You tell him to get it, why are you hitting me?" Xiamu Jianyi screamed in anger, covering his face, filled with rage and frustration.

Indeed, although Ye Feng had been talking to the Prison Chief, it was Xiamu Jianyi who had felt the sting of the slap, making him feel utterly wronged.

"Slap!" However, as soon as Xiamu Jianyi finished speaking, Ye Feng’s hand was in the air again, delivering another harsh slap across Xiamu Jianyi’s face.

"I’m hitting you, do I need a reason?" Ye Feng asked coolly.

"Motherfucker! You little shit, you’re pushing it too far!" Xiamu Jianyi roared, raising his fist wrapped in True Essence, and slamming it directly towards Ye Feng’s chest, causing a surge of air.

Just as the punch was about to land on Ye Feng’s face,

"Whoosh!" A figure instantly blocked in front of Ye Feng; it was none other than the Ice Envoy.

The Ice Envoy appeared and threw a punch, much faster than Xiamu Jianyi’s.

"Boom!" Before Xiamu Jianyi could even touch Ye Feng, he was smashed by the Ice Envoy’s fist.

Instantly, Xiamu Jianyi’s face twisted completely, his facial structure was grotesquely altered, his body lifted off the ground, shifting tens of meters in the void.

"Rumble~~" Then, with a loud crash, Xiamu Jianyi’s body slammed against a wall, his facial bones shattered, heavily injured and knocked unconscious, losing all his combat abilities.

Seeing this, the Prison Chief’s face turned extremely ugly. Now the Legendary-stage Ice Envoy, acting as Ye Feng’s bodyguard, was not someone you messed with lightly.

Ye Feng looked at the Prison Chief indifferently: "I told you to get the pepper spray, why are you still standing there?"

The Prison Chief, terrified, his eyes filled with fear, dared not defy Ye Feng. If he pushed Ye Feng too far and Ye Feng humiliated him, he might end up like Xiamu Jianyi if he tried to fight back.

The Prison Chief immediately ordered his subordinates: "Go, bring ten bottles of pepper spray!"

At this moment, the Ice Envoy, frowning, warned Ye Feng, "Ye Feng, I advise you not to go too far. I am your bodyguard now, and they cannot do anything to you, but in two days, once the time is up, I will not care about your life or death!"