Chapter 106: Flay Him, and Exterminate His 9 Generations

Chapter 106: Chapter 106: Flay Him, and Exterminate His 9 Generations

Meng Gui watched Ye Feng’s back and laughed in extreme anger. "No one can touch a hair on your heads today? Said you? Who the fuck do you think you are? If I don’t pluck every last one of your hairs today, then my name isn’t Meng Gui! Everyone, attack! Chop him up!"

His words had barely faded when a furious roar echoed from the entrance. "Who dares to touch a single hair on our Young Pavilion Master’s head? Just try it!"

As the voice faded, a group of people strode forward, led by a middle-aged man with a buzz cut and a ferocious expression.

Hearing someone dare to openly challenge him, Meng Gui’s fury boiled over. He whipped around, glaring at the newcomers and roaring in anger.

"Who the fuck do you think you are? What gives you the right to talk to me like that..."

But before he could finish, he finally recognized the man who had spoken, and his face instantly turned pale.

It was none other than the underground emperor of Jiangcheng, Cui Biao, also known as Master Cui.

In the past, Meng Gui wouldn’t have given Cui Biao a second thought. But not long ago, Cui Biao had attacked the Martial Arts Association, completely wiping out its Jiangcheng branch and taking its place.

It was only then that he learned Cui Biao had another, more terrifying identity: Squad Leader of the Dragon King Pavilion’s Jiangcheng branch.

And what was the Dragon King Pavilion? It was an illustrious organization with a full two million members, renowned throughout the entire Great Xia Country.

The Meng family could certainly throw its weight around in Jiangcheng, but compared to the Dragon King Pavilion, they were nothing. If they dared to provoke the Pavilion, a single order would bring an overwhelming force down on them, turning the Meng family to dust in minutes.

So, upon recognizing Cui Biao, his arrogance vanished. He quickly put on a fawning smile and apologized, "Squad Leader Cui, I wasn’t targeting you, really. I was just so angry at this piece of trash that I lost my head and offended you. Please, don’t take it to heart!"

But Cui Biao ignored him completely. He walked straight up to Ye Feng, stood behind him, and bowed deeply, saying respectfully:

"Cui Biao, Squad Leader of the Dragon King Pavilion’s Jiangcheng branch, pays his respects to the Young Pavilion Master!"

BOOM!

Cui Biao’s words hit Meng Gui like a bolt of lightning. He froze on the spot, utterly stunned.

He could never have imagined that the "piece of trash" he’d been cursing was actually the highly revered Young Pavilion Master of the Dragon King Pavilion.

He had a sinking feeling that he’d really messed with the wrong person this time.

But just then, another voice shouted, "Meng Gui, you think you can lay a hand on our Young Building Master? You’ve got a lot of nerve!"

Hearing this, Meng Gui completely lost it. ’Fine, I’ll let it slide that Cui Biao pushed me around. But who the hell is this nobody, daring to challenge me too? Do they really think I’m some pushover anyone can mess with? Hell no!’

He whipped his head around to glare at the newcomer, his eyes bloodshot as he roared, "What the fuck do you think you are, roaring at me? Believe it or not, I’ll fucking end you..."

But his words died in his throat as he finally got a clear look at the newcomer.

It was Shen Qing, the manager of the Hundred Flowers Building’s Jiangcheng branch!

Meng Gui was so frightened his face turned deathly pale, and his entire body began to tremble uncontrollably.

’My God, Shen Qing! She’s from the Hundred Flowers Building! Even Cui Biao has to show her deference! And I just mouthed off to her... I must have a death wish!’

He couldn’t take it anymore. He stumbled over to Shen Qing, bowing and scraping. "President Shen, I was blind. I didn’t recognize you. Please, I apologize for my rudeness!"

But Shen Qing didn’t even spare him a glance. She walked directly behind Ye Feng, performed a deep bow, and said respectfully:

"Shen Qing, manager of the Hundred Flowers Building’s Jiangcheng branch, pays her respects to the Young Building Master!"

BOOM!

Shen Qing’s words were so shocking Meng Gui felt like his scalp would split open.

He could never have imagined that the "piece of trash" he’d been cursing was not only the Young Pavilion Master of the Dragon King Pavilion but also the Young Building Master of the Hundred Flowers Building.

’My God,’ he thought, ’what kind of terrifying monster have I provoked?’

But the shocks weren’t over yet. Just then, an authoritative voice rang out from behind him.

"Meng Gui, are you the one causing a scene here?"

Meng Gui was on the verge of a breakdown. ’Fine, Cui Biao can trample all over me, I can’t afford to provoke him. Shen Qing can drag my face through the mud, and I’ll take it, since I absolutely can’t afford to offend her. But that doesn’t mean just anyone has the right to walk all over me! It doesn’t mean just anyone can come up and slap me around!’

Consumed by rage, Meng Gui whipped around, glaring at the newcomer with bloodshot eyes and roaring:

"Who the fuck do you think you are, daring to boss me around? Believe it or not, I’ll fucking kill you..."

But in the next moment, he recognized the man and immediately slapped a hand over his own mouth.

The newcomer was none other than Jiangcheng’s top official, Mayor Yuan Long.

The realization that he had just cursed at Mayor Yuan made Meng Gui’s face drain of all color. ’Have I lost my mind?’ he thought in terror.

A moment later, he snapped to his senses, stumbled in front of Yuan Long, and began slapping himself in the face, first with his left hand, then his right. He cried out, his voice trembling:

"Oh, Mayor Yuan, I am so sorry! I truly didn’t see it was you! Please forgive me for my offensive words!"

But Mayor Yuan didn’t spare him a single glance. He walked straight past him to stand behind Ye Feng and said calmly, "Nephew, I’m not too late, am I?"

’Nephew?’

’This man is Mayor Yuan’s nephew?’

’Who on earth is this person? How could he have such powerful connections without me even knowing?’

At this, Ye Feng slowly turned, looked at Mayor Yuan, and said calmly, "Uncle Yuan, you’ve arrived at the perfect time."

"Ye Feng... You’re Ye Feng!"

At that moment, Meng Gui finally recognized Ye Feng. He let out a shriek, his body starting to tremble uncontrollably.

’Ye Feng... This was the monster who had crushed the Lin family, one of the Four Great Families, as if they were nothing. This was the kind of ruthless man who would put a bullet in the vice mayor’s head over a single disagreement. He could never have imagined that he’d picked a fight with this god of death. Wasn’t this just asking for a catastrophe? Wasn’t this just putting the entire Meng family on the funeral pyre?’

Cold sweat poured down his back, drenching his clothes in an instant.

Just then, Meng Weifeng finally regained consciousness. Seeing Meng Gui standing there, he clung to him like a drowning man to a lifeline, grabbing his father’s leg and wailing:

"Dad, my hand’s been broken! My leg is crippled! They even castrated me! I can’t be a man anymore!

You have to get revenge for me! Slice that bastard to ribbons! Exterminate his entire clan!

And his woman, Wang Luyao! You have to drag her here for me! If I can’t fuck her, I’ll have other men do it! I’ll make sure she’s utterly ruined!

Today, they’ll learn the price for offending the Meng family! Do it! Get them!"

Hearing Meng Weifeng’s words, Meng Gui was terrified out of his wits. ’This kid is trying to roast me alive! He’s trying to send the entire Meng family to hell!’

Meng Gui couldn’t take it anymore. He rushed forward and started pummeling Meng Weifeng with his fists and feet, roaring in fury as he beat him.

"You want to slice someone to ribbons? I’ll fucking slice you to ribbons first, you animal! I’ll get rid of you myself!"

Already severely injured, Meng Weifeng shrieked and wailed under the barrage of blows. He looked up at Meng Gui, completely bewildered.

’He was the apple of his father’s eye! Meng Gui had always doted on him, afraid he might break if he held him, or melt if he kept him in his mouth. His father had always hung on his every word and granted his every wish. His father was normally afraid to even raise his voice, for fear of startling him. Had he lost his mind today? Why was he beating him instead of attacking Ye Feng?’