Chapter 638

First Volume, Chapter 638: Do you even qualify to be my opponent?

The entire North Street fell utterly silent.

Every pair of eyes focused on Qin Feng and Zhao Zan.

The Qin Clan and the Zhao Clan have finally clashed!

And right from the start, it's their young masters who are pitted against each other.

Such a scene comes but once in a lifetime.

The merchants present held their breath, unsure which of the two young masters would ultimately prevail.

Yet the common folk stared at Qin Feng with burning eyes, utterly exhilarated.

After all, the eyes of the masses are sharp as snow.

Who is the speculating merchant, and who truly stands up for the people—everyone knows deep down.

Just as Zhao Zan had prepared himself for a life-or-death struggle with Qin Feng,

Qin Feng spoke lightly.

"Is this man Zhao Li, the Zhao Clan's Eldest Son?"

At these words, Zhao Zan froze solid.

Could it be that Qin Feng didn't even see him, the Second Young Master?

Beside him, Qin Xiaofu beamed: "Young Master, you're mistaken."

"This man is Zhao Zan, the Zhao Clan's Second Young Master."

Hearing this, Qin Feng let out a long "Oh," and shook his head: "I thought it was Zhao Li."

"It's Zhao Zan?"

"Ah, what a pity…"

"Ning Hu, go down and make his mouth swell."

"As a scion of an Aristocratic Family, he spews filth and shows no self-restraint—we'll teach him a lesson on behalf of the Zhao Clan's patriarch."

Zhao Zan froze, never imagining Qin Feng could be so "arrogant."

Facing the Zhao Clan's Second Young Master, he treated him like a lowly lackey—no words, just action?

Zhao Zan stepped back two paces and roared: "Qin Feng, how dare you!"

Qin Feng ignored Zhao Zan entirely, riding his Horse toward the Qin Clan Grain Shop.

Ning Hu dismounted, dashed forward three steps, and seized Zhao Zan by the collar.

He slapped him left and right—over ten times.

Crack!

Crack!

Crack!

The sharp slaps echoed across the entire North Street; everyone held their breath, staring in stunned horror.

The Zhao Clan's Second Young Master was being publicly beaten until his face bled?!

Only now did the crowd finally understand.

The Zhao Clan wasn't even worthy to be Qin Feng's opponent.

Or rather, Qin Feng's eyes didn't even register such a Second-Rate Family—he only cared for Powerful Clans like the Lin Clan.

Though Zhao Zan often traveled to the countryside,

he was still a wealthy young master, unaccustomed to Ning Hu's blows.

Seven or eight teeth were knocked out, blood spurting continuously.

Zhao Zan's head spun, his vision blurred.

His hard-won resolve was shattered effortlessly by Ning Hu.

How ridiculous!

As the Zhao Clan's Second Young Master, was he truly worthless before Qin Feng?

Even unworthy of Qin Feng's own hand—just a servant dispatched to deal with him?

Ning Hu released him.

Zhao Zan collapsed onto the ground, blood streaming from his mouth.

Whether from numb pain or rage-clouded mind,

Zhao Zan stared fixedly at Qin Feng as he dismounted.

Each word he spoke came with a spray of blood.

"Qin Feng! I'll kill you!"

Zhao Zan's roar echoed across the entire North Street.

No one in the crowd doubted the truth of Zhao Zan's words.

After such a great humiliation, he was utterly enraged—and a man blinded by rage has no reason.

To vent this Hatred, Zhao Zan would do anything.

But…

The crowd was stunned to discover Qin Feng still ignored Zhao Zan.

As if Zhao Zan's desperate roar were nothing but the barking of a stray dog—too insignificant to waste energy on.

At the same time, a laugh rang out.

Qin Xiaofu smiled warmly at Zhao Zan and teased softly:

"Young Master Zhao, do you know how many others have wanted my Young Master's life—besides you?"

"After the National War, the Northern Di were defeated, and the King of Northern Di wished he could tear our Young Master to pieces."

"The Northern Di's Legendary General Chen Si, though he and our Young Master cherished mutual admiration, for the sake of national interest, would still kill our Young Master without hesitation given the chance."

"Now look at Shedynasty."

"Back then, the Grand Commandant boasted he would kill our Young Master—and what happened?"

"Lin Taibao and the Second Prince Li Qian also once made such grand claims."

Qin Xiaofu dared not speak the words "Liang Emperor" aloud in public, so he substituted the Imperial Guard and Palace Guards.

"The Imperial Guard and Palace Guards also regard our Young Master as a thorn in their side, a splinter in their flesh, eager to remove him posthaste."

"The result was our Young Master personally leading the Tianji Camp Guards and Beixi Soldiers, beating them until they fled in total rout."

"Let alone a nobody like you, even if your entire Zhao Family came at us together, they'd still have to line up and wait their turn."

Qin Xiaofu spoke very tactfully, but the meaning was clear to everyone present.

Want to kill Qin Feng? Zhao Zan doesn't even qualify!

Zhao Zan's eyes went blank for a moment.

He hadn't expected that even a mere servant by Qin Feng's side would be so arrogant.

But... Qin Xiaofu wasn't wrong.

In this world, everyone who wants to kill Qin Feng is a true elite.

Let alone Zhao Zan—even the entire Zhao Clan, if they wished to defeat Qin Feng, would likely struggle to do so even if they gave it everything they had.

Zhao Zan's gaze settled for a moment, then he suddenly raised his head.

Even if his strength fell short of Qin Feng's, he would absolutely not let it go.

Today's humiliation—he would repay it!

Zhao Zan scrambled up from the ground, plunged into the crowd, and vanished from everyone's sight in the blink of an eye, fleeing for his life.

With Zhao Zan himself crushed outright, the remaining Grain Merchants of Yanshou County at the scene naturally didn't even dare to draw a breath.

Lin Ziyi was also so shocked by the scene before her that a chill ran down her back.

"This... is the strength of the Young Master of Qin Family?"

"Even the Second Young Master of the Zhao Family doesn't warrant Young Master Qin's personal hand?"

Just as Lin Ziyi was reeling in shock, Qin Feng had already dismounted and come before her, looking her over with a smiling gaze.

Feeling Qin Feng's gaze—reserved yet no less piercing.

Lin Ziyi's heart pounded wildly, her cheeks flushed red, and she hurriedly lowered her head.

"Young Lady Lin Ziyi, pays respects to Young Master."

The corner of Qin Feng's mouth curved slightly upward: "Lin Ziyi? Surname Lin? That's a rare Family Name."

"I recall the Shopkeeper of Zhao's Grain Branch—wasn't it Lin Qihai?"

Lin Ziyi kept her head lowered, not daring to meet Qin Feng's eyes, and answered carefully.

"In reply to Young Master, Lin Qihai is this Young Lady's father."

"During this period, the Zhao Clan has been conducting Encirclement and Interception against the Branch, resorting to every underhanded trick in the book."

"My father is advanced in years and truly cannot bear the pressure—he has already fallen ill."

"This Young Lady had no choice but to take up my father's heavy burden and struggle to keep things going."

So that's how it was.

Qin Feng didn't have much impression of Lin Qihai. Back when the Yanshou County Branch was first established, it had been personally overseen by his Second Sister Yan Ruyu.

He only knew that the Branch Shopkeeper's surname was Lin.

He hadn't expected that this Lin Qihai had a daughter—and one so... graceful and composed.

Qin Feng stood with his hands behind his back, as if making idle small talk, and casually asked: "Where did you learn this Way of Commerce?"