Chapter 300: A Slap

Song Qing, upon hearing Jiang Feng's words, froze in place for three seconds, then clutched his belly and laughed uproariously, laughing until tears were about to spill.

He pointed at Jiang Feng's nose mockingly and said.

"Kid, are you out of your mind? How dare you speak to me like that! Let me tell you again, my wife is Xia Minjun! One word from the Xia Family can make you unable to move a single step in Jiangnan; believe it or not, with one phone call right now I can make you vanish without a trace?"

He spat wildly, as if the Xia Family's name was his greatest leverage, capable of crushing everyone.

Jiang Feng, however, leisurely picked his ear, and with a disdainful expression stepped back half a pace.

"Alright, alright, stop howling; your ears are about to go deaf from the noise."

"Isn't it just that you married a woman from the Xia Family? You keep it on your lips all day, afraid others won't know you rose through your wife."

He sized Song Qing up from head to toe, his face full of sarcasm.

"As the dignified Head of the Song Family, the most impressive credential you can show outsiders is that you're a freeloader; I truly don't know whether you should be proud or crawl into a crack in the ground."

"Hahaha! Jiang Shao, that remark hits right in my heart!"

Ma Jian was the first to clap his hands and laugh, moving to the front of the crowd and deliberately raising his voice.

"In our Provincial Capital, who doesn't know? Song Qing is a pushover at home; when Xia Minjun tells him to go east, he dares not go west; when told to kneel on a washboard, he won't even place a towel!"

"That's not all! I heard that last month he secretly hid five thousand yuan of private money, which Xia Minjun discovered, and on the spot confiscated all his bank cards and credit cards, then forced him to kneel in the courtyard under the blazing sun for an entire afternoon, his knees swollen!"

Duanmu Hongjie also joined the uproar, laughing so hard his back couldn't stay straight.

"More, more!"

Ma Jian seemed to have opened a floodgate, getting more and more animated as he spoke.

"The last time Xia Zijin, in front of so many people, claimed he was the Upper Son-in-law of the Xia Family, he didn't even dare to fart, yet kept a smiling face. That coward, thinking back now still makes me laugh!"

"Pfft!"

Someone couldn't hold back and burst out laughing on the spot.

Song Qing's face instantly shifted from flushed red to iron blue, the veins on his forehead throbbing, his fists clenched tightly.

"You… you are spouting nonsense!"

He roared in a fit of rage, his voice trembling.

"Those are all rumors! Defamation! I, Song Qing, stand tall and mighty; how could I possibly fear my wife?"

"Oh? Is that so?"

Duanmu Hongjie raised an eyebrow, deliberately provoking.

"At the Xia family patriarch's birthday banquet last time, you were scolded by Xia Minjun in front of all relatives and friends for ten minutes; why didn't you retort?"

"I…"

Song Qing was so rebuked he couldn't speak.

Those incidents are true; he had deliberately concealed them, but didn't expect Ma Jian and Duanmu Hongjie to expose them publicly today, ruining his face.

Jiang Feng looked at his embarrassed state, a cold smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

"Mr. Song, instead of threatening others here, you should go back and practice being more Hard‑spirited, stop relying on your wife's name to bluff like a fox pretending to be a tiger, and become a laughingstock."

"Shut up!"

Song Qing was completely enraged, no longer caring about decorum, and ranted at Jiang Feng.

"You, a wild kid who appeared out of nowhere, dare to lecture me? Today I will not only make the Jiangcheng Chamber of Commerce cough up 200 billion, but also make you pay the price!"

He turned his head toward Su Xueyan, his gaze full of venomous resentment.

"Su Xueyan, listen to me! My words just now are still binding; within a month I will have the Jiangcheng Chamber of Commerce expelled from the Jiangnan Business World! By then, your Su Family won't have it easy; I will make you pay a painful price for today's deeds!"

"You're wrong there, Song Qing! In front of the Xia Family you don't even dare to breathe, yet you claim you'll have the Jiangcheng Chamber of Commerce expelled? I think you were humiliated by the Xia Family and came here seeking attention."

Ma Jian retorted bluntly, giving Song Qing no face at all.

"Exactly!"

Duanmu Hongjie echoed.

"Hahaha!"

The merchants present could no longer hold back, bursting into laughter.

The few bodyguards Song Qing brought were even more flushed, their heads nearly bowed to their chests, unwilling to meet Song Qing's eyes.

"Enough! I've had enough!"

Song Qing roared like an enraged beast, bellowing at the bodyguards behind him.

"Attack! Take out that mouthy Ma Jian and that clueless kid, eliminate them all! If anything goes wrong, I'll take responsibility!"

He has now completely lost his reason, only wanting to deal with the two to restore his face.

As soon as the words fell, a black‑clad bodyguard behind him stepped forward.

The bodyguard, named Hei Bao, was hired by Song Qing with a fortune from abroad as a top assassin; he had fought in underground boxing rings for three years, his style ruthless and never merciful, and Song Qing usually kept him as a trump card.

Hei Bao flicked his wrist, his gaze ferocious as he stared at Ma Jian and Jiang Feng.

He stepped forward step by step, exuding a strong killing aura.

Ma Jian's smile vanished instantly, and he instinctively took a step back, his heart a little panicked.

Though arrogant, he also knew Hei Bao's prowess.

Song Qing watched Hei Bao advance step by step, a smug smile appearing on his face.

"Kid, you're scared now, aren't you?"

Song Qing let out a cold laugh.

"Too late, unfortunately! Once Hei Bao eliminates you, I'll slowly settle the final accounts with Su Xueyan!"

Hei Bao suddenly quickened his pace, like an arrow released from a bow, charging toward Ma Jian.

His right hand formed a fist, whistling with the wind, smashing toward Ma Jian's chest, clearly aiming for a one‑hit kill.

The punch carried full force; if it lands, even steel‑reinforced bones would likely have several ribs broken.

Ma Jian was so frightened that he closed his eyes, daring not to watch the scene that followed.

But at this Thousand‑weight hair‑breadth moment, Jiang Feng moved.

He neither dodged nor countered, but simply raised his right hand casually and flung a hard slap at the charging black panther!

This slap looked light and airy, without a Silk iota of force, as if it were just a casual swing.

Bang!

A crisp, loud slap sound exploded in the Banquet Hall.

The black panther's momentum, like breaking Bamboo, was instantly broken by this slap.

He didn't even see clearly how Jiang Feng struck, but felt a huge force slapping his face hard.

The force was so great that the black panther's body instantly lost control, like a torn sack, and flew sideways away!

Thud!

He crashed heavily into the wall of the Banquet Hall, emitting a deep, muffled boom.

Immediately after, the black panther slipped down from the wall onto the ground, motionless, with a strand of fresh blood oozing from the corner of the Mouth.

The scene instantly fell into a death‑like silence.