Chapter 993: First Volume, Chapter 993: Clan Power

First Volume, Chapter 993: Clan Power

Of course, not all clans are evil; after all, clans themselves can foster kinship and provide mutual aid during crises, sharing the same boat—but this applies only to "small clans." Once a clan grows large, its numbers swell, and its people grow divided, even the best intentions gradually turn sour.

Qin Feng would never allow clan power to emerge on his territory!

Anyone who dares to show their head must be crushed in the cradle with thunderous force.

Qin Feng raised an eyebrow and stared coldly at Old Man Zhou: "I'd like to see just how much power your Zhou Family really has."

"Once evidence of corruption and abuse of power is confirmed, punish them severely!"

Facing Qin Feng's sharp tone, Old Man Zhou pointed at him and cursed: "You brat! Even Qin Feng relies on our Zhou Family's support to hold this City. You're just an unknown little clerk—how dare you run around here acting so bold?"

"Since you're looking for death, don't blame us for being uncivil."

"Someone! Go tell our Zhou Family's gentry exactly what happened here—let them decide whether it's the Zhou Family's word that holds weight in Changshui County, or this random upstart!"

At Old Man Zhou's order, several Zhou Family members immediately vanished.

Old Man Zhou looked smugly at Qin Feng, silently cursing inside.

Who even was this young man? He was treating a feather as if it were an imperial edict. If he were truly someone important, how could he have only two soldiers beside him?

Although Old Man Zhou had never seen Qin Feng up close, once from afar he'd watched dozens, if not a hundred, Tianji Camp Guards escorting Qin Feng toward the Front Line.

After all, someone of Qin Feng's stature always has countless experts surrounding him wherever he goes.

Old Man Zhou, emboldened, snorted at Qin Feng: "My cousins have terrible tempers. If they show up and in a rage beat you to a pulp, that's just your own bad luck."

"If you're wise, bow deeply before everyone here right now, and today's matter is settled. Otherwise… you bear the consequences!"

Qin Feng found Old Man Zhou's threats utterly ridiculous.

Ning Hu and Liu Ming, standing nearby, had been ready to cut down Old Man Zhou on the spot—but seeing Qin Feng's faint smile, they instantly understood: no need to lift a finger. This Zhou old man had successfully enraged Qin Feng.

In the time it took to drink a cup of tea, three middle-aged men stormed over.

The leader, around forty, wore a black long robe and shoved through the crowd, barking: "Who's this fool? Daring to bully our Zhou Family?"

Old Man Zhou's eyes lit up and he hurried forward: "Dasheng! You've finally returned!"

"The Wang Family is acting foolishly, stirring trouble with us. It was supposed to be a clan feud—but then some unlucky omen showed up and tried to meddle."

Hearing this, Zhou Dasheng straightened his posture, his gaze turning hostile: "Oh? Didn't you tell him I'm the Housheng appointed by Lord Qin?"

"In Changshui County, nothing matters more than Logistics. Though I hold only a nominal title without official rank, Lord Qin entrusted me with full authority over the people's Materials and Supplies—clearly he values me."

"Who in Changshui County would dare to ignore Lord Qin? Are they trying to overthrow the Han Dynasty?"

These words stoked his pride. Old Man Zhou, already arrogant, now felt his head rising toward the heavens after hearing his clansman's speech.

In his mind, Zhou Dasheng was on the same level as Ning Hu and Liu Ming—deeply favored by Qin Feng.

Anyone who offended Old Man Zhou offended Zhou Dasheng—and thus offended Qin Feng.

They were truly begging for death!

Old Man Zhou pointed at Qin Feng, who was calming the Wang Family, and urged Zhou Dasheng: "Look! That's the man!"

"Dasheng, our Zhou Family's future depends on you."

Feeling the heated gazes of his clansmen, Zhou Dasheng grew even more haughty. He strode forward with heavy, confident steps toward Qin Feng.

As he drew closer, Zhou Dasheng suddenly began to doubt.

"That back… why does it look so familiar?"

"Could it really be…"

Zhou Dasheng shook his head violently, dismissing the absurd thought. If this were truly Qin Feng, Tianji Camp Guards would be surrounding him—but after scanning left and right, he saw no Tianji Camp Guards at all, only those two ordinary soldiers. This proved the young man was just a common clerk.

Zhou Dasheng dropped his doubts. Before reaching him, he barked at Qin Feng: "You there! I heard you're bold enough to offend our Zhou Family."

"Do you know who I am?"

Hearing the shout behind him, Qin Feng ignored it and continued explaining to the Wang Family the seriousness of "gathering to brawl in violation of the ban."

Zhou Dasheng was utterly ignored. Rage surged through him. "Damn it! How dare you!"

"In Changshui County, without my approval, no one eats. If you don't want to starve, kneel before me right now and bang your head three times!"

Seeing the young man still ignore him, Zhou Dasheng grew angrier and stepped forward—when a cold voice cut in from the side.

"You've got quite the arrogance!"

Zhou Dasheng froze. He turned—and saw a massive, broad-shouldered giant striding toward him.

Every eye in the crowd snapped toward Ning Hu.

Even though most had never seen Ning Hu before, his physique alone made it clear: this man was a Martial man.

With Ning Hu's arrival, the previously chaotic scene gradually fell silent.

Old Man Zhou, though slightly unnerved, reasoned: Zhou Dasheng was deeply favored by Qin Feng—his status far surpassed that of any ordinary Martial man. His unease faded.

"Another meddlesome dog!"

"Dasheng, what are you waiting for? Teach this fool a lesson—show them the power of the Zhou Family!"

"Dasheng? What are you doing?"

Old Man Zhou called out several times, but Zhou Dasheng didn't respond. He grew puzzled.

Meanwhile, Zhou Dasheng stood frozen in place. The common folk didn't recognize Ning Hu—but he did.

Every time he went to the County Yamen to collect Materials and Supplies, he'd seen Ning Hu in person.

Feeling the murderous aura radiating from Ning Hu, Zhou Dasheng swallowed hard, his legs trembling uncontrollably.

"Ning… Ning Qianhu? What are you doing here?"

The crowd erupted.

"What? Ning Qianhu? Lord Qin's top warrior—Ning Hu?"