Chapter 185: First Volume, Chapter 185: Beat the Hell Out of You

First Volume, Chapter 185: Beat the Hell Out of You

Lü Qian wiped the cold sweat already beading on his forehead, silently cursing himself for being blinded by greed and meddling in this mess—now he was utterly despairing: "The officials you just mentioned are currently at the Qin Residence, drinking and celebrating. Today, the Qin Residence is hosting a grand banquet; half the officials in Jingzhong have come to offer their congratulations…"

Upon hearing this, Lin Feimo staggered, nearly falling over.

How many years had it been since he returned? Had Jingdu become the Qin Family's heaven?!

Lin Feimo's face flushed red then pale; he clenched his teeth, pointing at Qin Feng and roaring: "Qin, this isn't over—you'll regret this!"

As Lin Feimo turned to leave.

Qin Xiaofu, who had been ready for a long time, immediately led the guards forward and surrounded Lin Feimo.

Lin Feimo frowned tightly, turned to Qin Feng, and growled: "My aunt is an Imperial Consort, my grandfather is a Grand Protector—how dare you lay a finger on me? Get out of my way right now, or I'll make the entire Qin Family pay!"

At these words.

Qin Feng's smile grew even broader.

Yet those around him, seeing Qin Feng's smile, felt a chill run down their spines.

As Qin Feng rose, Liu Hongyan seized his arm, bit her thin lips, and whispered softly: "Let it go. Don't make this worse."

Qin Feng patted her handback, speaking just as gently, blinking his eyes: "Sister, if Lin Feimo were targeting me alone, I'd let it slide. After all, I've been threatened countless times—I'm used to it. But he keeps dragging you and the Qin Family into this? That changes everything."

"Anyone who dares threaten my family must pay!"

"Sister, as long as I'm here, I won't let you or anyone in my family suffer even a single injustice!"

Liu Hongyan's worries had been entirely replaced by emotion.

As if, with Qin Feng present, nothing in this world was truly terrifying.

Even if today's incident escalated further, turned even bloodier, even drew down a death sentence—Liu Hongyan no longer cared. All she wanted now was to support Qin Feng unconditionally.

When Liu Hongyan released her grip, Qin Feng stepped forward, walking straight toward Lin Feimo.

Watching Qin Feng approach step by step, Lin Feimo still wore a look of utter contempt—even if Qin Feng thrived in Jingdu, what of it?

Lin Feimo refused to believe this bastard would dare touch a single hair on his body—unless he wanted to face the wrath of the Grand Protector and the Imperial Consort.

Lin Feimo's face was icy; he spat: "Go ahead—try touching me. I dare you. I'm not afraid you won't act!"

Lin Feimo's plan was simple: provoke Qin Feng into striking first. If Qin Feng dared lay a hand on him, the Grand Protector and the Imperial Consort would never let him live.

If Qin Feng backed down, Lin Feimo would recover all the face he'd just lost.

Just as Lin Feimo felt triumphant.

Qin Feng slowly pulled a sheet of paper from his sleeve, covered in names.

Qin Feng pointed at the names, smiling broadly: "These people are all renowned physicians of Jingdu, and even some famed healers from surrounding regions. You recognize this name, right? This is the seal of the Imperial Palace's Imperial Physician Office. Look—what's the diagnosis?"

Lin Feimo felt a strange unease—he didn't understand why Qin Feng had gathered so many physicians' signatures.

He followed the signatures downward and saw the diagnosis: Madmen…

Madmen?!

Was Qin Feng insane? Had he lost his mind?

Before Lin Feimo could react, Lü Qian screamed in terror: "Young Master, beware! Qin Feng is infamous for using madness as his shield!"

What?

Under Lin Feimo's disbelieving stare, Qin Feng's smile twisted slowly, then warped into a crooked, lopsided grin.

Then…

Boom!

With a dull thud, Lin Feimo felt his nose sting—then blood gushed forth.

His head spun; he slowly raised his hand, touched his nose, stared at the blood on his palm, and after a long stunned silence, locked his eyes on Qin Feng, wanting to devour him alive: "Qin Feng, you dared hit me?! You're dead! You're dead!!"

Qin Feng tilted his head, stared wide-eyed, wearing a vacant, simple expression: "Huh? What? What'd you say? I can't hear you…"

As his words ended.

Qin Feng swung another punch—directly into Lin Feimo's mouth, knocking out his Men Ya.

As a Level Three Cripple who couldn't lift a bucket or carry a sack, Qin Feng always avoided physical confrontations—he knew he'd easily be pinned and beaten.

But facing Lin Feimo, this arrogant "Level Four Cripple" who relied solely on his family's status, Qin Feng had full confidence he could pound him into the ground.

Lin Feimo clutched his nose with one hand, his mouth with the other, eyes bulging in shock, mumbling incoherent roars: "The Imperial Consort won't spare you—I'll kill you…"

Qin Feng recalled scenes from "action movies."

He unleashed a flurry of punches on Lin Feimo.

Though his technique was terrible, it worked.

Soon, Lin Feimo lay sprawled on the ground, clutching his head, moaning in agony—no trace left of the noble prodigy he once was.

Pathetic so-called prodigy!

I'm beating the hell out of a prodigy!

Around them, crowds stood frozen—those who wanted to intervene couldn't reach him, those who could reach him dared not, and over half the onlookers, conveniently, were Qin Feng's men.

Qin Feng sat squarely on Lin Feimo's chest, landing punch after punch, shouting with each blow: "Do you submit?! If not—I'll hit you again!"

Lin Feimo had never endured such humiliation in his life. Though his pride was boundless, his body screamed in agony—he couldn't take it anymore. Through gritted teeth, he begged: "I submit! I submit!"

Qin Feng finally stopped. As he rose, he kicked Lin Feimo squarely in the buttocks, shifting from "Madman" mode to a solemn, lecturing tone: "Stay quietly in Jiangnan. Why come to Jingdu to cause trouble? Who the hell do you think you are?"

"Pack your things and get the hell back to Jiangnan! If I see you again, I'll beat you again."

Everyone around stood stunned, mouths agape.

One was the most powerful young noble in Jingdu today; the other, the Imperial Consort's own nephew.

And these two fought like common thugs?

No!

More accurately—Qin Feng had dragged Lin Feimo down from his pedestal.

Lin Feimo climbed to his feet, nose swollen and eyes bruised, overwhelmed with shame and fury; the thought of having begged publicly in front of everyone made him feel utterly humiliated, and his heart twisted so sharply that his eyes welled up with tears.

Tears rolled down Lin Feimo's cheeks, plop plop.

Lin Feimo actually cried from being beaten?

Had they not seen it with their own eyes, no one could have believed this weeping, humiliated man was the same prodigy who had stood before them just moments ago.

Lin Feimo wanted to roar and curse, but feared Qin Feng's fists; he could only swallow the Disgrace and run toward Jingdu, screaming inwardly: "Just wait—I'll tell my aunt!"

Unbeknownst to him, Qin Feng spat behind him: "This is all you've got? You think you can survive in Jingdu's elite circles? Beating you would lower my own standing!"