Chapter 17: The Old Man
Huang Yunxuan was stubborn—unbearably so! She refused to believe that Feng Xu, that wooden block, wouldn’t help her.
“Pfft…”
Feng Xu suddenly spat out a mouthful of red wine, coughing several times, his eyes wide with disbelief as he stared at Huang Yunxuan. He never imagined this girl could be so bold!
Everyone at the wine table was equally stunned, their eyes fixed wide in astonishment. An odd feeling settled in their hearts—Qi Zai was still standing here, yet Huang Yunxuan dared to do such a thing. In front of so many elders of the business world, she directly called this stranger her husband!
If it were true, Du Ziyan would be utterly humiliated at this moment; if it were false, it could lead to an unyielding feud between the Huang family and the Qi family. The Huang family was no longer the wealthy clan it once had been—now, they might very well be in danger.
“Fine, fine, fine! So this boy is your husband, is he? Then today, I’ll send him on his way,” Qi Zai bellowed in rage, shocked that Huang Yunxuan had gone so far. At once, he stepped onto the dining table and swung a fist at Li Jiang.
“Run!” Huang Yunxuan’s eyes widened in disbelief. She’d already explained her intentions to Zhou Xinmeng—she had no intention of being with him—but this man actually started a fight.
She grabbed at a sleeve and dashed toward the exit. But in the next moment, she found she couldn’t budge Feng Xu’s sleeve; he remained seated, unmoving.
“This, this, this…”
An unbelievable scene unfolded: Feng Xu placed his palm on Qi Zai’s fist, and even though Qi Zai’s muscles trembled, his face reddening, he could not bring his fist any closer to Feng Xu’s cheek. The image froze under everyone’s gaze.
“What on earth is this boy’s background? Qi Zai has studied martial arts!”
“Qi Zai has trained through the Eighteen Bronze Men formation, and he’s a secular disciple of Shaolin. Yet this young man is extraordinary as well!”
“Could it be that the Huang family truly intends to break with the Qi family, and thus took in such a son-in-law?”
“Heavens! It seems today’s affairs won’t be resolved easily.” The crowd was abuzz. At these thousand tables, Qi Zai’s punch was unmatched, but now, his fist wouldn’t budge, while Feng Xu sipped his wine leisurely, as if Qi Zai meant nothing to him.
“Ah!”
Qi Zai roared, the bones in his fist crackling audibly. Suddenly, he swept a leg across, knowing that Feng Xu was no ordinary opponent.
Feng Xu did not let go; instead, he twisted and slammed the fist onto the table. Like an eagle, he sprang up, seized Qi Zai’s fist, and snapped it.
“Crack!”
“Ah!”
Qi Zai screamed, never expecting Feng Xu to break his fist so effortlessly. In that instant, his chest burned with pain, and Feng Xu’s kick drove into him.
“Pfft!”
He spat a mouthful of blood, crashed into the table, then slammed against the wall, stopping only with a heavy thud.
“Who dares make trouble in my Qi household?”
A chilling voice echoed, drawn out by a nasal sneer. From a pair of aged eyes, a flash of murderous intent radiated. At once, the corners of the room stirred as a group of Qi household retainers rose.
Guests hurriedly retreated to the side; none dared challenge the Qi family now!
“This boy is courting death. The Qi family spent nearly a hundred million on this grand birthday celebration—does he not know the Qi family’s strength?”
“Exactly! Qi Zai is at his peak, unstoppable, and this boy dares such audacity. He’s surely doomed today.”
“In this region, even the military would have to give Qi Jia the utmost respect!”
The crowd hid among themselves, secretly observing the braggart in the distance, whispering in disbelief.
“I’m sorry, I never thought things would escalate so much today, but you shouldn’t have started a fight! You could have just run with me,” Huang Yunxuan whispered beside Feng Xu, tugging his wrist. Yet the man was like a block of wood, an immovable rock.
“Old man! If your eyes aren’t blind, then you should know who I am.”
A faint smile played at Feng Xu’s lips as he stepped forward from beneath the shimmering lights, straightening his suit collar.
“Wow!”
Huang Yunxuan covered her mouth, staring at Feng Xu’s back, unable to believe what she saw. Who was this man, to speak so brazenly?
He called the patriarch of the Qi family an old man to his face—this was an open declaration of war! She had only wanted to use him as a shield, not invite so much trouble, yet Feng Xu had just irreversibly offended the Qi family.
There was no way out of this now.
“This, this, this…”
The crowd began to recognize Feng Xu’s face—wasn’t this the man who had appeared on Jinshan TV? He had been widely criticized!
“You traitor, how dare you return and injure Qi Zai!”
“So you’ve truly become Ye Bo’s disciple, and now you dare run wild on our territory!”
“Get out, you don’t deserve to be here!”
The guests erupted, even though they’d witnessed Feng Xu’s ferocity. Still, they hurled cold words at him.
Feng Xu was a national pariah; in their eyes, he was less than nothing. Yet now, they all stayed far away from him, daring only to shout from the shadows, afraid to be targeted by this killing god.
“Good, good, good! I searched high and low, and here you come to me with no effort. I was going to finish this banquet before dealing with you, but you’ve come right to me.”
A glint of frost flashed across the Qi patriarch’s eyes as he glanced around. The men surrounding them suddenly rushed at Feng Xu, kicking away tables, some even leaping from the rafters with knives in both hands.
They struck with deadly force, intent on breaking with Feng Xu—now, he would show no mercy.
“Kill, kill, kill…”
The Qi family retainers charged at Feng Xu like wolves and tigers, their long knives spinning, casting arcs of silvery light.