Chapter 179: First Volume, Chapter 179: Steal My Woman?

First Volume, Chapter 179: Steal My Woman?

Since the Qin Family was hosting a banquet today with countless guests, Liu Hongyan had dressed up slightly.

She was already naturally beautiful.

Now she looked like a Celestial Immortal!

Dressed in a blue-and-white small jacket, her black hair fell down her back, her bangs styled into the "Wawa Yan" cut symbolizing an unmarried maiden, complemented by her rosy, delicate cheeks and snow-white skin as smooth as congealed fat—she looked exactly like a painting of a beauty capable of making one's heart race.

Lin Feimo's eyes were filled with awe: "Who is this lady?"

Chen Cheng and Lü Qian, seasoned in the circles of Jingdu's elite youth, were skilled at reading expressions and instantly understood.

Lü Qian smirked wickedly, ignoring Qin Feng's scowling face behind the fence, and pointed at Liu Hongyan: "Young Master has spent little time in Jingdu, so it's no surprise you don't recognize her—this woman is the Yi Nu of Minister of War Qin Tianhu, Qin Feng's Second Sister, surnamed Liu, named Hong, and Qin Tianhu granted her the character Yan."

Lin Feimo muttered under his breath: "Liu Hongyan? Her name matches her beauty—intoxicating red beauty. Excellent, excellent!"

As he spoke, Lin Feimo stepped toward the camp's Door.

Seeing this, Chen Cheng and Lü Qian exchanged a knowing smile.

Chen Cheng felt a quiet sense of triumph inside.

Qin Feng's forced monopoly on Sugar had already stirred a huge uproar in Jingdu's business circles.

If this bastard could monopolize Sugar, he could monopolize other trades in the future.

As the saying goes: cutting off someone's livelihood is like killing their parents.

But this bastard's background was too strong, and he enjoyed the Emperor's favor.

Jingdu's business world could only swallow its anger.

Now that Lin Feimo's return to Jingdu had spread, Chen Cheng, under the Jingdu Merchants' Guild's commission, bore the heavy responsibility of Zheng Shu's commercial order, spending vast sums without hesitation to accompany Lin Feimo in eating, drinking, and amusement for days, finally managing to lure him to the camp.

If, besides the Imperial Clan, there was any young scion in today's Jingdu who could rein in Qin Feng, it could only be Lin Feimo.

If Qin Feng dares to clash with Lin Feimo, even Heaven's King himself cannot save him!

Chen Cheng could hardly wait to see the scene of Qin Feng being crushed under Lin Feimo's foot!

At this moment, Lin Feimo had reached the camp's Door.

Just as he was about to step inside, Qin Xiaofu—who had been waiting at the Door on Qin Feng's orders—without a word, reached out and blocked him: "This is private territory. No outsiders allowed!"

Outsider?

Lin Feimo's gaze remained calm as he stared at Qin Xiaofu, then said casually: "Thirty slaps to the mouth. Then pull out his tongue."

As soon as he finished speaking, the servants beside him surged forward, pinning Qin Xiaofu to the ground; one servant raised his hand and delivered a heavy slap to Qin Xiaofu's mouth.

Crack!

The sound was crisp.

No one noticed that the camp, moments ago filled with constant clinking sounds, had instantly fallen silent—all eyes fixed on the Door.

Qin Xiaofu, relying on his status as Qin Feng's personal Servant, had been arrogant in Jingdu's servant circles for a while.

He never expected anyone would disregard his master's face and strike without warning.

One slap nearly knocked out his Men Ya; he froze for a moment, then let out a pig-like scream: "Master, save me! I'm being beaten to death!"

Standing beside him, Chen Cheng sneered: "You dog! Blind as a bat! How dare you disrespect Young Master Lin?"

Just as the servant raised his hand again to strike,

a rapid pounding of footsteps rang out.

When everyone looked up,

Qin Feng came sprinting toward them; still two or three meters away, he leapt into the air and delivered a powerful flying kick to the face of the servant who was slapping Qin Xiaofu.

The servant tumbled to the ground.

Qin Feng grabbed the back of Qin Xiaofu's collar and yanked him up, then pointed at the surrounding servants and smiled slightly: "One slap each. Beat them."

Qin Xiaofu, humiliated and emboldened by Qin Feng's presence, didn't hesitate—he raised his hand to slap the servants back, but as soon as he swung, his wrist was seized.

The servant glared: "I am Young Master Lin's servant. How dare you!"

Qin Xiaofu had never encountered someone as ruthless as Lin Feimo before; though humiliated, he felt a flicker of fear and hesitated, turning to look at Qin Feng.

Qin Feng kicked Qin Xiaofu squarely in the buttocks and snapped: "Useless piece of trash! You get beaten and don't even dare to fight back? Beat them! If you don't make their mouths swollen, you won't eat dinner!"

Qin Xiaofu pouted: "Master, it's not that I'm cowardly—it's just that they're too many..."

No sooner had he spoken than a cold snort came from behind: "More people?"

Dozens of guards accompanying him rushed forward and pinned Lin Feimo's servants to the ground.

Qin Xiaofu, like a petty man who'd gained power, grinned widely and began punching and kicking the servants.

Meanwhile, Qin Feng sized up Lin Feimo and snapped: "Who the hell are you? Daring to cause trouble at my place?"

As the saying goes: even when beating a dog, you must look at its master.

Lin Feimo had no interest in Qin Feng, but seeing his own servants being beaten, his gaze flickered coldly onto Qin Feng: "Get out of my way. I'll say it once."

Whoa!

You're even more arrogant than the Second Prince!

Even the Second Prince doesn't have your nerve!

Qin Feng knew this man must have an extraordinary background, but he still remembered clearly how Lin Feimo had looked at Liu Hongyan—each thought made him angrier and angrier.

You beat my Servants. You covet my woman.

This grudge is settled!

If I don't break your ass, I don't deserve the surname Qin!

Facing the intimidating Lin Feimo, Qin Feng suddenly flashed a carefree, toothy grin.

The grin startled Chen Cheng.

Because anyone who had ever seen that smile had been extorted by Qin Feng!

But then Chen Cheng reconsidered and let it go, even secretly mocking himself—Qin Feng was facing Lin Feimo!

Qin Feng casually slipped his hands into the side slits of his long robe, squinting his eyes: "Tell me to leave? Fine! Pay me the medical fees first. And if you want to tour my camp? You need to buy a ticket. I'll give you a fair, no-haggling price: Ten Thousand Li Silver."

Hearing this, Chen Cheng nearly laughed out loud, thinking this Qin Feng was utterly clueless about death! Being arrogant in daily life was one thing, but didn't he see who he was talking to?

Lü Qian also sneered, silently cursing Qin Feng as a country bumpkin with no sense—how could he not recognize Lin Feimo?

Lin Feimo showed no reaction to the sum of Ten Thousand Li Silver, as if such a small amount meant nothing to him.

But after glancing at his servants, pinned to the ground and beaten bloody, Lin Feimo's impassive eyes finally flickered with a trace of anger: "I can't even remember when the last person dared speak to me like this. Qin Feng, is it? Congratulations—you've successfully angered me."

Lin Feimo didn't waste words; with a mere sidelong glance, his Tieshen Yuhuan understood instantly and turned to run off.

Seeing Lin Feimo send someone away, Qin Feng's eyes lit up, and he quickly gave Lin Feimo a thumbs-up: "Good move! You know you didn't bring enough money, so you're sending someone home to fetch it. You're not bad, kid!"

Kid???

Even Lin Feimo was stunned, as if no one had ever dared speak to him like this.

Beside him, Chen Cheng could no longer hold back and couldn't help sneering: "Qin Feng, what can I even say about you? You avoid earthly troubles but go out of your way to provoke heavenly ones—do you have any idea who you're standing before?"