Chapter 377: Zou Feiyun

Talk trash, Lin Dongfan is a professional at it; his nickname is Pretentious Fan.

But today he is not just talking trash.

But presenting facts!

Launching criticism!

Standing on the moral high ground, he's escalating the matter!

If you judge me with morality, I'll rip off your hypocritical petty gentleman's mask and let you, you damn, realize who the true Moral Heavenly Venerable is!

Using his own methods against him.

This barrage of firepower left Zou Feiyun sweating cold, his face ashen as paper; he's actually a bit scared now, because some of what Lin Dongfan said already borders on murder.

If Lin Dongfan gets hold of the relevant evidence, it's enough to plunge him into eternal damnation.

"You… you're slandering me! None of this happened!"

Zou Feiyun forced himself to stay calm, but his voice involuntarily rose several decibels, trying to hide the inner turmoil that surged like a storm.

Lin Dongfan let out a cold laugh.

His eyes full of contempt: "Slander? Zou Feiyun, do you really think your deeds can stay hidden? Others dare not investigate you, but I, Lin Dongfan, do! Clear? Understood?"

"!!!"

Zou Feiyun's heart clenched; his panic showed on his face, impossible to conceal.

Born into a military compound's elite household, Zou Feiyun grew up with a silver spoon, an object of awe for all; he once thought his life would only have peaks, no valleys.

He never expected that, at just over thirty, the Lin family would find their long-lost grandson.

Heaven returned the halo of the capital's princely heir to Lin Dongfan.

It seems it was meant to clean up the Zou family.

Could this be my fate?

No!

My life, Zou Feiyun's, shouldn't end in tragedy!

It shouldn't be like this!

He Lin Dongfan is an elite-household scion, and so am I! I, Zou Feiyun, didn't grow up eating shit—why should I yield? I must not lose my composure…

A mad notion began to breed wildly in Zou Feiyun's heart.

If Heaven gives me no way out, I'll carve a bloody path! The worst ending in life isn't just 'fish die, net breaks'? Who the deer falls to—you'll know only after fighting!

Having thought this through in secret, Zou Feiyun's emotions gradually steadied.

He gave Lin Dongfan a cold smile: "I have no proof you slept with my wife, and what evidence do you have that I did what you just said? You ignorant fool!"

Lin Dongfan indeed has no evidence.

If he had evidence, he'd have already called Yang Qing to arrest this hypocrite, let Yang Qing earn merit and get promoted—no need to just talk trash here.

But for now, lacking evidence doesn't matter.

The dragnet operation has already begun; after capturing Feng Weishan and personally interrogating him, the next to be caught will be the hypocrite Zou Feiyun.

Think you can escape the law?

The innocent victims won't agree.

And those car owners who call a one‑yuan rise a 'slight increase' and a one‑jiao drop a 'plunge'—they won't agree either; these worms in the oil chain must be slapped dead on the ground!

"My surname is Lin, the Lin of Lin Zhenhua!"

"Revitalizing China is a duty for all. I can quit this office; even if we suffer mutual destruction, it's fine. My purpose in life is to crush you hypocrites."

"Social scum!"

"Bring on any tricks you've got—I'll see it through to the end!"

At this moment, probably no one's will is firmer than Lin Dongfan's; his gaze has risen to extreme anger, each word striking the ground like a bell.

Zou Feiyun was so angry he gritted his teeth.

He turned and ordered the four bodyguards behind him: "From this moment on, you're all fired—no relation to me, Zou Feiyun. Do whatever you want!"

It must be said, Zou Feiyun really is a clever person.

One sentence and he clears himself of responsibility.

The four bodyguards instantly understood: 'Do whatever you want' meant they should act, even kill or injure, bearing the consequences themselves.

Zou Feiyun wanted to see their absolute loyalty.

"Brothers, kill him!"

One of the bodyguards, like a primordial beast unleashed, swung a fist at Lin Dongfan.

The other three bodyguards followed close behind, striking without hesitation.

"Trash!"

Lin Dongfan let out a cold laugh, having long expected Zou Feiyun to lash out in desperation.

He flicked his body.

Like a phantom, he easily dodged the first guard's attack, then kicked the side of his knee—only to hear a crisp "crack," and the guard cried out as he collapsed to his knees.

His leg bent; unknown whether the bone was broken or the joint dislocated.

Almost at the same moment.

Lin Dongfan's two guards, also blazing with rage, joined the melee to block the other three.

Two against three, they didn't break a sweat.

These two brothers, previously assigned by Lin Dongfan to protect Sun Zhiqing, were elite picks from the guard squad, second only to the top‑ranked strongman Lao Ba.

Before and after, less than a minute passed.

Zou Feiyun's four guards were all smashed to the ground; the brothers struck cleanly and swiftly, with no hesitation, putting on a textbook‑style total domination for Zou Feiyun.

Seeing the four bodyguards lying on the ground unable to get up, Zou Feiyun broke out in a cold sweat from shock.

The two sides' strength is not even on the same level.

Including Lin Dongfan's own strength, it's not something an ordinary bodyguard can compare to; whether striking with hands or feet, his moves are vicious and precise.

I never expected Lin Dongfan, this bastard, to be so good at fighting.

The four bodyguards in front of him were as flimsy as paper, unable to withstand a single blow! It's outrageous—who would an honest anti-corruption officer be, full and idle, secretly practicing martial arts?

It's simply neglecting one's proper duties!

Zou Feiyun, suffocating with resentment, gave Lin Dongfan a disgusted look and said: "What these trash do has nothing to do with me; you heard it just now."

"I understand, so..." Lin Dongfan laughed enthusiastically: "Learning and applying on the spot—I also want to dismiss these two bodyguards of mine, you..."

"You dare!!!"

Before Lin Dongfan could finish speaking, Zou Feiyun's terrified expression could no longer be held back.

When the plateau's marmot shrieked, its voice wasn't as loud as his; after being infused with fear, it let out a shout that rang like thunder in the ears.

Even Sun Zhiqing was left speechless by the shock.

Sun Zhiqing retorted with a smile: "Only hypocrites are allowed to play tricks, but Section Chief Lin isn't allowed to use tactics? Now you're scared like a grandson—what were you doing earlier?"

"Sun Zhiqing, don't go too far!"

If Sun Zhiqing stayed silent, it would be fine, but the moment she spoke, Zou Feiyun felt a suffocating humiliation, as if wearing a green hat.

Zou Feiyun angrily said: "We were husband and wife after all, and you've been cheating on me behind my back—that's already too much! And now you..."

"Slap!"

Sun Zhiqing suddenly slapped him, cutting off his vulgar words.

The fiery slap left a burning mark on Zou Feiyun's face, turning it bright red; he gritted his teeth, wanting to strike back but daring not to. Lin Dongfan watched from the side—if he retaliated, Lin Dongfan would surely deal with him.

Sun Zhiqing coldly demanded: "Anyone can look down on me, but you have no right to—do you understand? You killed my father, and yet I'm supposed to remain chaste for you? Even God wouldn't dare joke like that."

"......!!!"

Zou Feiyun, as if struck by lightning, had nothing to say but gritted his teeth and endured.