Chapter 71: First Volume, Chapter 71: Who Cares Who It Is

First Volume, Chapter 71: Who Cares Who It Is

"What did you say?"

Qin Feng thought his ears were playing tricks on him; he double-checked again—yes, it was his own wine house being smashed—and couldn't believe it.

In Jingdu, who dared smash his place?

His father was Minister of War, and he had ties to Ji Wang and the Holy One—such a powerful background, and still someone dared cause trouble?

Qin Feng flew into a rage, broke free from Xiao Xiangxiang's hold, and ordered Qin Xiaofu to grab a kitchen knife and fight to the death.

Qin Xiaofu nearly cried: "Young Master, if I go fight, what about you?"

Qin Feng scowled and roared: "You just go chop! I'm going to the Jingzhong Magistrate to file a complaint—I won't rest until they're bankrupt! If I don't make them pay in blood and gold, I don't deserve the name Qin! I'll make them bleed and break!"

Qin Xiaofu dropped to his knees with a thud, face twisted in despair: "Young Master, why don't we switch? Fighting's the flashy part—I'd never dare compete with you."

Qin Feng kicked out without even using force, yet Qin Xiaofu rolled far away—if Qin Feng hadn't called him back, he'd have rolled straight out the gate.

Qin Feng was seething inside.

He'd once boasted he'd crush Zui Xian Lou within half a month.

Just as his own wine house was about to finish renovation, trouble struck at this critical deadline.

Even with his feet, he could tell—it was Zui Xian Lou setting a trap!

This isn't over.

Qin Feng strode out, snapping: "Gather every servant and protector in the residence—take them all. And bring Shu Feng too! I want to see who's so bold they'd smash my store!"

Soon after, Qin Xiaofu assembled over forty servants and marched with Qin Feng in full force toward Wuhu Da Jiu Lou.

On arrival, Qin Feng's liver trembled—the wine house was utterly wrecked; apart from the walls still standing, nothing was intact, not even the floor, which had been pried up.

Lu Ming and his dozen hired craftsmen huddled in the corner, bloodied and bruised; the worst-hit craftsman lay unconscious.

Seeing Qin Feng arrive, Lu Ming rushed over like a drowning man spotting a lifeline, crawling and stumbling.

"Young Master, you must avenge us."

Lu Ming had seen Qin Feng's power—he'd made even Ministry of Works ministers back down. If he could stoke Qin Feng's rage, this hatred would be settled once and for all.

Lu Ming exaggerated, focusing only on the worst details, pointing at the unconscious craftsman and raging:

"Young Master, look—he's barely alive! I told them these men work for you, but they replied: 'We're smashing Qin Residence people!'"

Spare me that crap!

Qin Feng looked at Lu Ming with contempt, thinking: You're too green to play provocation on me. He demanded: "Who were the ones who attacked?"

Feeling Qin Feng's piercing gaze, Lu Ming grew nervous and answered instantly: "It was the Longhu Gang."

Longhu Gang? So there were still gangs in Jingdu?

Qin Feng found it intriguing, sizing up Lu Ming, then the other craftsmen, and snorted: "You're my chief craftsman—if they came to pick a fight, they'd target you first. Why are all the others beaten to a pulp, yet you're the least hurt?"

"What's your connection to Longhu Gang?"

The question struck Lu Ming like a blunt punch to the heart—he gasped for breath.

Lu Ming finally realized: in cunning, he couldn't possibly match Qin Feng.

He dropped all pretense and confessed: "Young Master, I owe money to Longhu Gang. I didn't dare say anything before—I feared you'd kick me out and delay the project."

Qin Feng nodded, slapped Lu Ming's shoulder, and said solemnly: "Don't shoulder blame that isn't yours. What do you mean 'it's your fault'? You owe Longhu Gang money—that's your business with them. Longhu Gang smashed Wuhu Da Jiu Lou—that's my business with them. Go get your craftsmen treated. The rest is mine."

Lu Ming had assumed he was finished—even if Qin Feng didn't punish him, he'd demand compensation for the damage.

But Qin Feng, after hearing the full story, didn't blame him at all—he told him to go heal first.

Lu Ming felt warmth flood his chest, his gaze burning with gratitude: "Young Master, rest assured—I'll pour every ounce of effort into making this wine house the finest in Jingdu!"

Qin Feng smiled faintly: "Go."

"Yes!" Lu Ming nodded firmly, helping the craftsmen leave.

The crowd gathered around pointed and whispered, mostly gleeful—Qin Feng had a terrible reputation in Jingdu.

"Hehe, now there's a show! Dogs biting dogs, fur flying!"

"Dogs biting dogs? What nonsense—the attackers are Longhu Gang! Qin Feng's just a wastrel—looks tough, but he's all show, hollow inside."

"True. Longhu Gang are ruthless. Qin Feng dares confront them? He'll get beaten to a pulp. Even if his father's Minister of War, Longhu Gang's got clout too!"

Hearing the whispers, and seeing Longhu Gang dared strike Qin Family property, Qin Feng knew—this gang had serious backing.

Add in Zui Xian Lou's likely scheming behind it, and nine times out of ten, this involved the Second Prince.

Logically, with the northern Di conflict just settled, he should stay cautious and avoid direct or indirect conflict with the Second Prince.

But Qin Feng refused to swallow this hatred!

If they came to his door and he didn't even growl, how could he ever stand in Jingdu? Would every royal-backed brat now think they could shit on his head?

Qin Feng would make all of Jingdu know: no matter your background, if you reach for the Qin Family, prepare to have your hand chopped off!

Before the watching crowd, Qin Feng rolled up his sleeves, picked up an axe from the ground, and roared: "Damn it! You dare touch my people? I don't care if you're Longhu Gang or Cat-Dog Gang—I'm smashing you!"

At once, the Qin Residence servants' spirits soared—they shouted, vowing to make Longhu Gang pay.

The bystanders, stunned Qin Feng dared stand up to Longhu Gang, secretly admired him.

After all, Longhu Gang was one of the Capital's Four Scourges—its infamy ran deep.