Urban's Fury: The War Dragon God
Chapter 463: Give a Reason

Chapter 463: Chapter 463: Give a Reason

"Yes."

Li Feng was straightforward.

"Heh, you sure are bold enough to own up to it."

"Dad, please calm down. Your heart isn’t good, and we can’t have you ruining your health over this. Let me handle it, I’ll make sure it’s done perfectly."

Zheng Xing hurried forward, not daring to let this old man suffer any mishaps; otherwise, his older and second brothers would surely kill him.

"I’m giving you one last chance, leave this place immediately with your people."

Li Feng glanced at Zheng Xing, "I will need to borrow six days."

"Damn it, you think you can just borrow it whenever you want? Am I your father? I’ve been speaking nicely to you, and you still won’t listen, huh?"

"Sun Wu!"

Zheng Xing shouted.

"Here!"

"Since this bastard doesn’t appreciate it, beat him up for me! Damn it, if he won’t take a kind gesture, then he can’t blame me for being rude."

Zheng Xing looked at Li Feng with a slight coldness in his eyes.

"Yes!"

The man Zheng Xing called was his driver, who was also his bodyguard, recruited from the military and skilled in Hard Qi Gong and External Boxing. He could effortlessly take down ten ordinary thugs with his bare hands.

Sun Wu stepped forward in two strides, staring at Li Feng, "You’re asking for this."

With that, Sun Wu raised his fist to smash Li Feng’s face but just as the fist was about to hit, Li Feng swiftly grabbed Sun Wu’s wrist and stepped forward, elbowing him in the head.

Though the moment was brief, it was fast. Almost as soon as Sun Wu made a move, Li Feng counterattacked, causing Sun Wu to stagger almost falling to the ground.

Sun Wu’s head was buzzing, confused about what had just happened.

Sun Wu turned to look at Li Feng, realizing he was also trained. Not taking him lightly, Sun Wu tensed up like a bow, then quickly stepped forward, speeding up to his fastest.

Let’s see how you defend this time.

Huh?

Sun Wu looked at his wrist being grabbed again, incredulous.

Li Feng gripped the wrist, performed an over-the-shoulder throw, and Sun Wu thudded to the ground, instantly subdued by Li Feng.

Zheng Xing frowned, looking at Sun Wu defeated at his feet. Was he beaten just like that? Without even lasting one move?

"Martial arts."

Zheng Xingdou squinted at Li Feng, whose movements were swift and direct, aiming for vital points, each move exuding military precision.

Having served in the military for half his life, Zheng Xingdou was very familiar with this aura. This young man also had a military background.

Li Feng looked at Zheng Xingdou, "Secret."

Hearing this, Zheng Xingdou exclaimed, "A confidential unit, makes sense. Sun Wu’s skills were top three in the Military District’s Martial Arts Tournament; no ordinary person could take him down that easily."

"Since you also come from the military, you’re not exactly an outsider. I’ve been a soldier for most of my life, so I’m almost like a leader to you. You’ve forcefully taken over my hall here; don’t you think you owe me an explanation?"

Zheng Xingdou wasn’t so furious now. Having been a soldier for half of his life, he felt a kinship toward other soldiers, especially when seeing a capable young man like Li Feng, which sparked a fondness for talent in him.

Li Feng stepped forward and reached for Zheng Xingdou’s wrist. Zheng Xing, standing by, immediately shouted, "Hey kid, watch your manners and let go of my grandfather."

"Shut up, kid."

Zheng Xingdou directly scolded his own son, "He actually dares to touch this old man." Zheng Xingdou was confident—this youngster reeked of the military, he definitely wouldn’t dare do anything to him.

Holding Zheng Xingdou’s wrist, Li Feng took his pulse, and after a moment, said, "Old man, you won’t die in a year and a half; setting up this memorial hall is simply a waste."

"Hmph, you sure speak bluntly. You say I won’t die in a year and a half? What, have you studied medicine too?"

"My grandpa was an old-time doctor. I learned a bit from him. You shouted with such a strong voice as you entered, not at all like someone severely ill. Moreover, I’ve taken your pulse, which is strong. There might be something weighing on your body, but not enough to set up a memorial hall now."

"Hmph, I’ve got money, can’t I do what I please?" Zheng Xing chimed in from the side.

"Who are you calling ’I’ in front of?"

Zheng Xingdou gave his third son a sharp look, leaving Zheng Xing stunned. Whose side are you on? I was speaking up for you, why are you bending the elbow outwards?

Zheng Xingdou squinted at Li Feng, "Just this reason alone probably isn’t enough. My son says he has the money to be willful, and besides, this place is his gesture of filial piety."

"You want your father to die sooner?"

"Damn, you scrawny brat, believe it or not, I can kill you right now!" Zheng Xing’s eyes widened as Li Feng turned to look at him, "If you wouldn’t hope for your old man’s early death, why would you set up a memorial hall now?"

"Me!"

Zheng Xing was bursting with bitter feelings. Do you think I want this? The old man throws tantrums like a child; who can stop him? He insists on having this grand display while he’s alive, lest he doesn’t know how he ’leaves’ when he dies.

"Enough, I had him set up this memorial hall, don’t try to change the subject, kid."

Li Feng looked at Zheng Xingdou and followed the bones of his hand until he reached the joints, then crouched down to touch the joint on his legs for a while.

"If I’m not wrong, you have many old injuries on your body. On rainy days, the pain in your bones and joints flares up, feeling like ants are crawling over you, making you wish you were dead."

"Mm, how did you know?"

A nurse nearby looked at Li Feng.

"It’s simple. These are old injuries with rheumatism. You didn’t take them seriously when you were young; now that you’re old, it becomes a matter of life and death."

"Kid, after all this talk, don’t tell me you’re saying you can treat it?" Zheng Xingdou squinted at Li Feng.

Li Feng nodded, "I actually can treat it. Though it won’t be cured immediately, I can still alleviate some of it."

"Really? You can treat it? I’ve spent so much money and even brought in countless experts, none of whom could cure these pains. You’re just over twenty, can you really treat it?"

"Don’t your tongue wag too much from the wind, Dad, don’t believe this kid’s nonsense. This guy probably just wants to take over the memorial hall, it must be his delaying tactic."

Zheng Xing gave a cold laugh; everyone knows that older doctors are more sought after. What could Li Feng have learned at his age? At most, just some basics—good enough to con people.

Over the years, he had hired countless renowned doctors for his father. At first, they were somewhat effective, but later on, they were useless. If his father hadn’t been in excruciating pain, why would he have set up the memorial hall so early?

"Old man, whether you believe it or not, I’ll have to borrow this memorial hall."

Li Feng declared.

Jiang Linda held her head, wondering, "Who borrows things so arrogantly?"

Zheng Xingdou remained silent, but Zheng Xing couldn’t help but scoff, "Such grand words, kid, do you think the Zheng Family is easy to bully?"