Chapter 124: The Terrified Chen E!

"Black Gold Society?"

Jiang Feng heard those three words, and a mocking curve lifted at the corner of his mouth.

"I recall the Black Gold Society was disbanded long ago, right?"

The bald man was momentarily stunned by the words, clearly not expecting Jiang Feng to know about the Black Gold Society, then he sneered again.

"Looks like you kid still understand some street rules! That's right, the Black Gold Society was disbanded, but the territory in Jiangcheng West District is still under my control! Since you know about the Black Gold Society, you should know the Giant Crocodile Hall Master Chen E, right?"

The bald man saw Jiang Feng nod, and the smug look on his face deepened.

"I am Chen E's younger brother, Chen Jing! So you know who you've offended now, right?"

He stepped forward, pointing the steel pipe at Jiang Feng's nose.

"I'll give you one more chance: kneel and kowtow three times, and leave that woman beside you to drink a few cups with me, and that'll settle it. Otherwise, you won't get out of this bar's door today!"

The surrounding hulks joined the uproar, pounding the ground with steel pipes and bottles, their eyes full of ferocity.

Jiang Feng slowly walked up to Chen Jing.

"Do you think, just because of Chen E, you can be protected?"

He paused briefly, the smile at his mouth tinged with coldness.

"If Chen E were here today, he wouldn't help you; instead, he'd bind you himself and apologize to me. Do you believe that?"

"You motherf***ing liar!"

Chen Jing was completely enraged.

He had always revered his brother Chen E above all else; how could he tolerate someone humiliating him like this?

He abruptly raised the steel pipe, ready to smash it onto Jiang Feng's head.

"I see you're looking for death! Brothers, attack! Finish off this kid!"

Dozens of hulks immediately surrounded him.

But at that moment, the bar's door was pushed open again.

"What's going on? Who's causing trouble on my turf?"

Chen Jing saw Chen E, as if he had seen a savior, and immediately halted his action.

"Brother! You're back! This kid beat my men and still dared to insult you! He said if you were here, you'd bind me yourself and apologize to him! Deal with him quickly!"

Chen E's complexion instantly darkened, his eyes filled with malice.

He is a Six Grade Martial Artist, and in Jiangcheng West District he has a reputation; when has anyone dared to humiliate him like this?

He followed Chen Jing's finger, looking into the dim bar light, seeing only a vague silhouette.

"You?"

Chen E took a few steps forward, his tone icy.

"You dare run wild on my turf and still insult me? I think you don't even know how to write the word 'death'!"

As he spoke, he was about to summon inner force, ready to strike.

The Six Grade Martial Artist's aura spread, the bar's temperature seemed to drop a few degrees, and the surrounding hulks wore smug faces, waiting to see Jiang Feng dealt with.

But when Chen E saw Jiang Feng's face clearly, he was struck as if by lightning, freezing instantly.

His pupils suddenly contracted, his complexion shifted from iron‑blue to pallid, then to a liver‑colored hue, his fist clenched tightly, knuckles whitening, forgetting even to breathe.

"Jiang… Mr. Jiang?"

Chen E's voice trembled like a winnowing sieve, cold sweat ran down his forehead, soaking the collar of his trench coat.

He never imagined that the young man before him was the ruthless person who, not long ago, killed First‑Grade Master Ge Lao with a single palm strike and forcibly disbanded the Black Gold Society!

At that moment he was on the scene, watching Jiang Feng casually deliver a palm strike that caused First‑Grade Master Ge Lao to spit blood and collapse, without even a chance to resist.

Since that day, Jiang Feng's image has been etched into his bones, becoming his eternal nightmare.

Even just seeing him from afar, he wants to take a detour!

"Brother! What's wrong with you? It's him! Deal with him quickly!"

Chen Jing hadn't sensed anything amiss, urging from the side, completely overlooking the fear on Chen E's face.

"Smack! Smack!"

Two crisp slaps rang out, and Chen E suddenly turned, delivering a hard slap to Chen Jing's face.

Chen Jing, struck, spun around on the spot, blood instantly gushed from the corner of his mouth, covering his face, and stared bewilderedly at Chen E.

"Brother… why are you hitting me?"

"Hit you? Killing you would be easy!"

Chen E's voice was full of anger and fear as he pointed at Chen Jing's nose, almost shouting.

"Do you know who he is? You still dare to provoke? If you weren't my younger brother, just based on what you said earlier, you'd be dead already!"

Having said that, Chen E immediately knelt on the ground, repeatedly kowtowing to Jiang Feng.

"Mr. Jiang! I was wrong! It's my fault for not supervising my brother, letting him offend you! You, as a great man, need not deal with him; if there must be punishment, punish me!"

This scene made the entire bar fall completely silent; you could hear a needle drop.

Chen Jing was dumbfounded, staring blankly at his kneeling brother, then at the expressionless Jiang Feng standing nearby, his mind a void.

His brother was a Six Grade Martial Artist, a figure who roamed the Jiangcheng Underground, so why would he kneel and kowtow to a young man?

The surrounding hulks were also stunned, no one dared move, their eyes filled with fear.

What kind of being could make Chen E so terrified?

Jiang Feng looked at the kneeling Chen E, his gaze showing no ripple at all.

"Get up… I can let today's incident slide. But if I see him causing trouble outside again next time, even if the Heavenly King himself came, he couldn't be saved."

"Yes, yes, yes! Thank you, Mr. Jiang! Thank you, Mr. Jiang!"

Chen E hurriedly got up from the ground, his face full of gratitude, then glared fiercely at Chen Jing.

Hurry up and apologize to Mr. Jiang!

Chen Jing only then realized that Jiang Feng was absolutely an unapproachable big figure.

He quickly knelt and bowed his head to Jiang Feng a few times.

Mr. Jiang! I'm sorry! I won't dare again! Please spare me!

Get out.

Jiang Feng waved his hand, too lazy to look at them any longer, and turned his head toward Lin Qinghan.

"Here is too noisy, I'll send you back."

Lin Qinghan nodded, and followed Jiang Feng out of the bar.

Soon they arrived at the riverside dock, Jiang Feng stopped his Foot, looking at Lin Qinghan.

"You… when are you leaving?"

Lin Qinghan lifted his head to look at the night sky, his eyes carrying a hint of bitterness, and said softly.

"Now."

"The sect over there has already sent a message, telling me to return as soon as possible."

At that moment, Jiang Feng suddenly frowned, his gaze instantly becoming sharp.

He felt an incomparably cold aura coming from behind, bearing a powerful sense of oppression.

He immediately stood in front of Lin Qinghan, ready at any moment to deal with sudden situations.

But at that moment, Lin Qinghan gently tugged his arm, shouting toward behind Jiang Feng.

"Master!"

Jiang Feng looked up and saw a middle‑aged woman in dark, tight armor, with a tall, upright figure.

The woman's hair was tied into a meticulous high bun, a Silk strand used to fix it with a Jade Hairpin, her face cold.

Between her brows there was a fierce, unangered authority; even just Standing there, she seemed to make the surrounding air solidify.