Chapter 14: You really like breaking people's legs, don't you?

The blade's edge flashed a cold gleam under the light, thrust straight at Jiang Feng's chest.

Zhao Qiancheng had counted on Ye Xiaoyue blocking in front of Jiang Feng, and Jiang Feng couldn't react.

He was convinced that this slash would at least gravely wound Jiang Feng, if not kill him, and then he could avenge the earlier grievance!

But he still underestimated Jiang Feng.

Jiang Feng gave Zhao Qiancheng no chance to get close; he thrust his right foot up sharply and kicked straight into Zhao Qiancheng's stomach.

The kick was immensely powerful, sending Zhao Qiancheng flying like a torn sack.

With a thud, he slammed hard against the private room's wall; the folding knife in his hand flew out, embedding in the adjacent wooden doorframe, its hilt buzzing with vibration.

"Cough... cough cough..."

Zhao Qiancheng slid down the wall to sit on the ground, clutching his stomach, his face pallid, coughing with a breath as thin as a thread.

It was clear he was about to collapse.

His gaze at Jiang Feng was full of terror: "Jiang... Jiang Feng, I was wrong! I won't dare again! Please don't kill me! I won't oppose you any more!"

His intestines were now a sickly green.

Had he known Jiang Feng was this skilled, even borrowing ten times his courage, he wouldn't have dared to act!

That kick earlier almost crushed his internal organs, and now even breathing hurt.

If he hadn't been working out regularly, he probably would have been killed by that kick!

Jiang Feng walked over slowly, looking down from above, his voice ice‑cold: "You really like breaking people's legs, don't you?"

"No... no! Jiang Feng, I was wrong! I won't dare again!"

Seeing Jiang Feng lift his foot, Zhao Qiancheng was terrified to the point of his soul fleeing, trying to step back.

But his back was pressed against the wall, leaving him unable to retreat, forced to watch Jiang Feng's foot rise high.

A crisp crack rang in the private room, a sharp bone‑breaking sound louder than the earlier steel pipe hitting the ground.

"Ah! My leg!"

Zhao Qiancheng's eyes widened instantly, his mouth gaped wide, letting out a heart‑wrenching scream.

But the scream lasted only a second; the color drained from his face at a visible rate, his body went limp and he collapsed unconscious.

Ye Xiaoyue stood beside it, staring in shock, her face as white as paper.

After a while she finally reacted, pointing at Jiang Feng, her voice sharp as she scolded: "Jiang Feng! You've gone mad! How dare you cripple Zhao Shao's leg! Do you know who he is? He's the Eldest Son of the Zhao Family! His father, the Zhao Family Head, won't let you go! You're doomed! Our Ye Family will also be implicated by you!"

Her mind was now filled with thoughts of Zhao Family's revenge.

She never considered that she had lured Jiang Feng here first; she only thought Jiang Feng was a troublemaker who pierced the heavens.

Ye Zhonghai panicked as well, rushing over, grabbing Jiang Feng's arm, his voice trembling: "Jiang Feng, why did you really cripple his leg! Zhao Xiong is ruthless and cruel, Vengeful Gaze; if he learns his son's leg is broken, he'll definitely go after you with his life! What shall we do..."

He stamped his foot anxiously, thinking for a while before managing to speak with difficulty.

"At this point, I'll find a way to protect you! I'll contact my old friends now, have them help negotiate; if that fails, I'll take you out of Jiangcheng, hide elsewhere, and return once the heat passes!"

Regardless, Jiang Feng is a Disciple of Xuan Yuan Zhenren.

Back then, Xuan Yuan Zhenren saved his life; he can't watch Jiang Feng get into trouble with his eyes wide open.

Ye Xiaoyue, hearing this, grew angrier, shouting at Ye Zhonghai.

"Dad! Have you gone mad? You actually help this outsider! He crippled Zhao Shao's leg; the Zhao Family will surely take their anger out on our Ye Family! Then the Ye Family will be finished! You should hand him over, compensate the Zhao Family, instead of protecting him!"

Ye Zhonghai whirled around sharply, glaring fiercely at Ye Xiaoyue, his tone full of disappointment and anger: "Shut up! If it weren't for you colluding with Zhao Qiancheng, luring Jiang Feng here to set a trap, would these things have happened? Jiang Feng is a benefactor of our Ye Family. If you dare speak like that again, don't consider me your father any more!"

He seemed to understand.

This daughter had been spoiled; all she sees is money and high society, with no conscience at all.

Jiang Feng gently pushed away Ye Zhonghai's hand, his tone as calmly as always: "Uncle Ye, thank you for your kindness, but I don't need to hide."

He looked at the unconscious Zhao Qiancheng on the ground, his eyes showing no ripple of emotion.

"If Zhao Xiong wants to come after me, I'll be ready. His son tried to kill me; I crippled his leg, which is already leniency on my part."

He paused, then looked back at Ye Xiaoyue, his tone noticeably colder.

"As for the marriage contract, don't bring it up again. Miss Ye and I have different aspirations and are incompatible; there's no destiny. This meal is over, and if you ever feel unwell or encounter any unsolvable problem, you can always come to me."

The reason he was still willing to give Ye Zhonghai face was entirely out of respect for Xuan Yuan Zhenren.

After speaking, Jiang Feng no longer looked at the people in the private room, turned and walked toward the exit.

Soon, Jiang Feng's figure vanished from everyone's sight.

After Jiang Feng left, Ye Xiaoyue hurried to Zhao Qiancheng's side, fumbling to pull out her phone, dialing Zhao Xiong, her voice trembling with sobs.

"Uncle Zhao! It's bad! Zhao Shao... Zhao Shao was attacked! His leg was broken! Please send people to Wangjiang Pavilion quickly! If you're later, it'll be too late!"

Zhao Xiong, hearing this on the other end, exploded instantly, his voice roaring: "What? Who dares strike my son? And cripple his leg? Wait for it! I'm coming over with men right now! Anyone who harms my son, Zhao Xiong, I will have his corpse torn into Ten Thousand pieces!"

He hung up, and Zhao Xiong immediately summoned a dozen or so subordinates.

Each wielded steel pipes and machetes, driving a dozen black luxury cars, marching grandly toward Wangjiang Pavilion. The convoy sped down the road, engines roaring, causing passersby to stare; many thought it was a gang clash and quickly kept their distance.

……

And after Ye Xiaoyue hung up, she found Ye Zhonghai staring at her with a cold, indifferent face.

She didn't feel she was wrong at all, but spoke with righteous confidence.

"Dad, you saw, right? Jiang Feng caused trouble and ran away! If I hadn't made this call, our Ye Family would also be implicated by him!"

Ye Zhonghai's heart was completely chilled at that moment. He shook his head, sighed, and said to Ye Xiaoyue.

"Take care of yourself; from now on, I won't handle your affairs any longer."

After speaking, he no longer looked at the Zhao Qiancheng on the ground or the sobbing Ye Xiaoyue, and strode away.

He truly was completely disappointed in this daughter.

And in the private room of Wangjiang Pavilion, Ye Xiaoyue hung up, staring at the unconscious Zhao Qiancheng, with only one thought in her mind.

Jiang Feng, just wait! Uncle Zhao is coming, he'll surely avenge Zhao Shao, and you'll undoubtedly die!

The Zhao family's car arrived in no time, and Zhao Qiancheng was then urgently taken to the city‑center hospital.

Meanwhile, Jiang Feng, as if nothing were wrong, sauntered toward the Jiangcheng Old Street in the city center.