Chapter 1192

Feng Chengcheng snorted, swatting away a few with a casual motion, then turned and left, leaving the foreigners trembling in place.

"This is rebellion! These rabbit people have gone completely mad!"

"I will report this to the Empire and demand sanctions against the rabbits!"

"I'll report it too—I've never suffered such humiliation!"

"This is a provocation against the Empire!"

But when everyone learned that Feng Chengcheng had shattered the fleets of multiple nations with just a few sword strikes, they fell silent.

"That's impossible!"

"How could human strength possibly reach such a level?!"

"It's not impossible. Earlier, our guards fired at her and got killed instead. Maybe she really has that kind of power."

"That does sound right!"

Thinking of this, their hearts turned cold.

They had previously thought she had spared them out of fear of the allied nations' power.

Now they understood—she feared no nations; she had merely let them live to carry the news back.

"Quick, report it!"

"We must inform the Empire of the fleet's destruction as soon as possible. If the Empire's intelligence fails and makes a wrong judgment, we'll be traitors to the Empire!"

Their expressions changed drastically; they hurried off to deliver the message, only to discover—there was no channel.

The radio had been destroyed; their message could not be sent out.

This era had no artificial satellites.

Telegraph transmission range was limited, at most a few hundred kilometers, utterly incapable of delivering the message directly to their homeland.

The nearest radio station outside Rabbit Country was far away; they couldn't reach it in a hurry.

In the end, the foreigners could only board the returning merchant ship and deliver the news themselves.

As for why the merchant ship was returning home at this time, it was naturally because Feng Chengcheng's methods had terrified them.

Sword-slain fleets, wiped-out concessions, purged gangs.

Who among these merchants had ever seen such Lei Ting tactics?

They feared that if Feng Chengcheng grew displeased, she would wipe them out too, and fled in panic.

"Thank goodness we didn't sell opium—if we had, we'd never have made it back."

Many merchants felt fear, yet also relief.

For an entire day, Feng Chengcheng roamed Shanghai, clearing every corner and building her own power.

Of course, due to time constraints, her power structure was crude—she merely selected usable individuals from existing factions.

This was unavoidable.

Cultivating talent, cultivating trusted allies—this was no simple matter.

Her father's original gang could have been used.

But after she purged the wicked, few remained.

In the end, she had only a ragtag force left.

Yet she was not worried.

Her power's core was her unmatched strength; a weak team didn't matter.

Evening.

Feng Chengcheng turned toward home; as she reached the gate, she heard a thunderous voice from within.

"This is rebellion!"

"I'm your boss! You've actually locked me in this house and forbidden me to go anywhere? What did my daughter give you to make you defy me like this?!"

As he spoke, a series of bangs echoed—Feng Jingyao was smashing things.

Feng Chengcheng frowned and strode inside.

Feng Jingyao, still furious, suddenly saw Feng Chengcheng and sneered: "Oh? Isn't this our Queen of Shanghai? What, do you have time to come visit this old man?"

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"Father, why be angry?" Feng Chengcheng sighed. "Your gangs ran rampant—I cleared them for you, accumulated virtue for you. You should be glad."

Feng Jingyao sneered: "So I'm supposed to thank you? Feng Young Lady, do you even know how you were raised? Those brothers followed me through life and death—how could you just purge them?"

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"The guilty are executed without mercy; the innocent are untouched." Feng Chengcheng shook her head. "Father, it's because of you and your gangsters that Shanghai is in chaos. From now on, there will be no gangs here."

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"Hmph!" Feng Jingyao sneered, unmoved.

"Take good care of my father—give him whatever he wants!" Feng Chengcheng turned to the gang members who stood nervously attending him. "As long as he doesn't go out causing trouble, let him have anything."

"Yes, Boss."

The gang members bowed with sincere admiration, watching Feng Chengcheng leave with worshipful eyes.

"Have you all been drugged?"

"Master, you don't understand what the Young Lady has done—she slew the foreign fleet with a single wave of her hand, she's practically a god descended from heaven."

"A god descended from heaven?" Feng Jingyao was stunned. "You're not spinning a tale to fool me, are you?"

When Feng Chengcheng had taken Feng Jingyao away, she had not revealed much of her supernatural power.

Feng Jingyao had always assumed she had merely seized power.

Yet from the gang members' mouths, it was entirely different.

A flash of insight struck Feng Jingyao—he suddenly shouted: "I get it! So you're playing this game too? Pretending to be divine—next are you going to pretend to be the Son of Heaven? Nonsense!"

"Bullshit, I'm not buying any of that from you lot!"

Saying that, he started throwing things again.

The 423 chat group.

Feng Chengcheng: "The Bund has been swept clean, and it gave the foreigners a scare. But my father's situation is tricky—he's an old fogey. If he really got his hands on power,

there's no telling how much trouble he'd stir up."

Su Xiao: "So you just put him under house arrest?"

Feng Chengcheng: "Well, I had no choice.

Hu Yifei: "Truly a case of the father departing and the son laughing!"

Xiao Mai: "Everyone, don't just watch the show. This really is a tough one. Feng Jingyao wouldn't give in that easily, and sending Miss Feng to coerce her own father would be far too filial—she

definitely wouldn't do it."

Feng Chengcheng: "Right, I can't do that."

Ye Hei: "Then let time handle it. Your father has at least a few decades of lifespan left. Wait a few years until the Bund is stable, then let him out. By

then, even if he wanted to stir up trouble, he wouldn't have the ability to."

Xiao Yan: "Exactly. When the time comes, you can pass on the Way of Longevity to him—there's no rush. For now, just handle the Bund's affairs properly and plant the spirit herbs well."

Feng Chengcheng: "Thank you, everyone. With your input, my mind is a lot clearer.

Zhang Taixuan: "No need for thanks. The chat group is everyone's support—if you have a problem, just come to the group and ask. I believe that as long as it's within our power, no one will refuse."

Feng Chengcheng: "Thank you, Dao Lord. I understand."