Chapter 142: First Volume, Chapter 142: Nerve Blade Technique

First Volume, Chapter 142: Nerve Blade Technique

Kill Gao Song? What nonsense! He's the Grand Commandant's son, the most elite official scion in all of Jingdu.

Besides, it's said Grand Commandant Gao Ming is old, and got this son late in life, treating Gao Song like a treasure.

If Gao Song suffers even a scratch, Gao Ming will spare no effort to seek revenge.

Qin Feng can't be this foolish, but today's affair must end with a result!

Under the watch of Ji Wang and Qin Tianhu, Qin Feng suddenly grabbed a kitchen knife from the Rear Kitchen, then pretended to be mad, his mouth crooked, eyes skewed, drooling like a lunatic, and mumbled at Gao Song:

"Where did I offend Young Master Gao that you keep bullying and framing me… Huh? Who are you? Why are you running into my knife?"

Gao Song stared blankly—everyone in Jingdu knew Qin Feng once fell into water, froze his brain, and often went mad.

Never mind whether a madman killing someone warrants death—if Qin Feng, in this fit of madness, actually cuts Gao Song down, there'll be no one left to cry for him.

Gao Song stared at the greasy kitchen knife, terrified out of his wits, his voice trembling: "Qin Feng, don't… don't come closer! Snap out of it! Don't go mad! I'm the Grand Commandant's son—even if you're insane, killing me still means a life for a life!"

Hearing this, Qin Feng "exploded," swinging the knife wildly, jumping up and down: "You scared me! I'm terrified! I feel like I've lost control!"

Watching the flying knife, Gao Song trembled violently, crawling and rolling toward the Door—but it was locked from the outside, and no matter how hard he pulled, it wouldn't budge.

Gao Song pounded the Door like a madman, screaming hysterically: "Help! Murder! Qin Feng's gone mad—he's about to commit violence in public! Open the door!"

"I am Gao Song, son of the Grand Commandant! Whoever helps me will be richly rewarded! Open the door!"

No matter how hard Gao Song screamed, the Door remained utterly still.

Unbeknownst to him, the outside was packed with people—the Jingzhao Yin's constables held back, Xu Mo leading City Patrol Bureau soldiers and Ministry of War troops, surrounding the Wine House Door completely.

Though Gao Song's pig-like screams echoed inside, everyone outside chose deafness, showing not a single reaction.

Just as Gao Song cried to heaven and earth with no answer, Qin Feng swung the kitchen knife at him.

"Ah!"

Amid Gao Song's heart-stopping scream, the knife struck precisely… the door panel above Gao Song's head.

Though it missed, it still terrified him badly—desperate to live, he forgot everything, sobbing and begging: "Qin Feng, no, big brother! I'm wrong! Please spare my dog's life! I'll never dare oppose you again!"

Qin Feng acted as if he hadn't heard, yanked the knife free with force, looking confused: "Strange, why did I miss? Again!"

As soon as he spoke, Qin Feng swung the knife down once more.

"Ah!"

Gao Song screamed again.

As expected, the blade missed again, embedding itself in the window frame behind Gao Song's right shoulder—Qin Feng had to exert great effort to pull it free, then without a word, swung again.

Repeating this several times, each swing sent Gao Song's foot one step closer to the Gates of Hell.

Gao Song's screams echoed endlessly throughout the Wuhu Restaurant.

Xu Mo, standing guard outside, wiped sweat from his brow, muttering inwardly: "This Qin Feng looks refined, yet how cruel is his hand? These screams are too chilling…"

Seeing Gao Song nearly collapsed from terror, Qin Feng finally tossed the knife aside, satisfied.

Like most official scions, Gao Song was cruel and cunning, skilled in scheming.

But having lived his whole life in Jingdu, he had little experience—he feared death intensely and was as cowardly as a mouse; after a few rounds, Qin Feng had already shattered his spirit, turning him into a walking nightmare.

Not just Gao Song—even Ji Wang and Qin Tianhu had held their breath, fearing Qin Feng might actually kill him with one blow.

Seeing Qin Feng drop the knife, both exhaled in relief.

Ji Wang glanced at Gao Song, still trembling and shell-shocked, said nothing, then turned to Qin Tianhu and said sternly: "Qin Da Ren, this matter is over. If we press further, even the Emperor may grow displeased. Tomorrow is the Qingyi Ceremony—we must prepare urgently."

Qin Tianhu knew well that Ji Wang's cold observation was already the greatest favor to the Qin Family—he bowed deeply and respectfully replied: "Your Highness is right. I shall strictly discipline Qin Feng and ensure this brat never misbehaves again."

Ji Wang nodded, turned, and gave Qin Feng a long, deep look, shaking his head with a wry smile—he thought, this brat really knows how to turn a feather into an imperial decree, always pretending to go mad—but any clear-eyed person knew he was faking.

Yet this fellow knew it perfectly well, yet shamelessly played the fool.

Ji Wang merely gave Qin Feng a look that said, "You better watch yourself," then turned and left without hesitation.

Soon after, Gao Fu sent people to carry away the dazed Gao Song.

For the next two hours, Qin Feng and Qin Tianhu sat silently in the DaTang of the Wine House, waiting for Grand Commandant Gao Ming to strike.

Until Nightfall, Gao Ming never appeared—and Qin Tianhu, through colleagues, learned Dali Temple had also remained quiet.

Clearly, Grand Commandant Gao Ming had extraordinary patience—he had swallowed this Hatred.

This outcome was unexpected, yet perfectly reasonable.

After all, Qin Feng held incriminating evidence—if this dragged on, no one would benefit.

Qin Feng stretched, in high spirits, grinning: "Looks like Young Master Gao won't be causing trouble for a while—now we can properly prepare for the campaign."

No sooner had he spoken than his buttocks got a kick.

Qin Tianhu scowled, irritable: "I tell you you're fat, and you start puffing up! Who is Gao Ming? He sits among the Three Dukes—his ability is undeniable! This debt Gao Ming will settle with the Qin Family sooner or later; his current silence means a thunderous Counterattack is coming!"

In the past, Qin Feng would have run far away, fearing Qin Tianhu would pin him down and beat him—but this time, he didn't dodge.

Though Qin Tianhu had a violent temper, his fierce protectiveness warmed Qin Feng's heart—he just rubbed his buttocks, pouted, and bit his lip in mock grievance.

"If that old bastard dares come, I'll deal with him too!"

Seeing Qin Feng's arrogance, Qin Tianhu opened his mouth to rage—but then stopped, too tired to argue with this brat, and walked off without looking back.

Better to spend the night preparing the Qingyi Ceremony venue than waste breath on Qin Feng.

No sooner had Qin Tianhu left than a crowd burst into the Wine House.

Not others—Liu Hongyan and her group!

Seeing Qin Feng unharmed, standing tall and smug, Liu Hongyan's heart finally eased—she scolded with a smile: "You little rascal, there's nothing you won't do!"