Chapter 178: Big Shots Arrive One After Another

Chapter 178: Chapter 178: Big Shots Arrive One After Another

Xiaao Zhan was addressing a penniless nobody like Ye Feng as "Mr. Ye"?

Who was Xiaao Zhan? He was the Patriarch of the Xiaao family, Nanjun’s wealthiest. How could such a domineering figure be so deferential to some poor brat? This... how was this possible?

Just as Ling Hao was reeling in astonishment, Xiaao Zhan turned to him and declared forcefully, "If you want to touch Mr. Ye, you’ll have to get through me first!"

Ling Hao’s expression immediately darkened. He stared at Xiaao Zhan and said grimly, "Xiaao Zhan, are you really going to make an enemy of the Ling family for some penniless nobody?"

Xiaao Zhan’s scalp tingled with dread.

’A penniless nobody? You think Ye Feng is a penniless nobody? You’re really courting death!’

They were both influential figures in Nanjun, after all, so Xiaao Zhan decided to give Ling Hao a chance. He pulled him aside and whispered:

"My friend, let me be frank. Mr. Ye isn’t a nobody. He’s someone you absolutely cannot afford to provoke..."

"Shut your mouth." But before Xiaao Zhan could finish, Ling Hao cut him off rudely. "Listen here, Xiaao Zhan. If you want to protect him, just say so. Don’t try to scare me with empty threats. I wasn’t born yesterday.

Stay out of this today, and we can settle things amicably. But if you dare interfere, don’t blame me for getting nasty. Don’t believe me? Just try me!"

Seeing how stubborn and unreceptive Ling Hao was, Xiaao Zhan’s temper flared. His expression hardened. "Ling Hao, do you really think I, Xiaao Zhan, am a pushover? I’m telling you, you’re wrong.

Since you’re so intent on being disrespectful, make your move. I, Xiaao Zhan, accept your challenge!"

Ling Hao looked at Xiaao Zhan and laughed, his anger turning to mirth. "Xiaao Zhan, I’ll admit, when it comes to financial power, your Xiaao family is a step above the Ling family. But when it comes to a fight, you’d better get on your knees!"

He then pointed to the thousand-odd security guards behind him and declared arrogantly, "You see this? This is the might of the Ling family!"

Then he gestured behind Xiaao Zhan, at the fewer than three hundred men, and sneered. "And look at your ragtag bunch of shrimp and crabs. Do you think you stand a chance against us? You don’t!"

Just then, Ling Chen looked at Ye Feng and sneered. "You piece of trash. I thought you were going to call on someone impressive. Turns out it’s just him! Let me tell you, he can’t protect you, and he can’t save you. That’s a promise..."

Ling Chen had barely finished speaking when a flurry of urgent footsteps sounded from behind them, followed by a resonant voice. "The Xiaao family isn’t enough? Then what if you add us to the mix?"

With that, a large group of people swarmed in.

They were all dressed in identical black suits with crew cuts, and each man wielded a machete that glinted coldly. In an instant, a monstrous killing intent surged into the air.

The man in the lead had a flat-top haircut and wore a Tang-style suit. He rolled two iron Baoding balls in his hand, which clanged together noisily. It was none other than Nanjun’s underground emperor, Duan Peng!

Hearing someone dare to openly challenge him, Ling Hao whipped around, his eyes bloodshot, and roared, "Who the fuck do you think you are, challenging me? Believe it or not, I’ll fucking kill you..."

He hadn’t even finished his sentence when he recognized Duan Peng, and his expression changed dramatically. "Ma-Master Duan Liu!"

The Ling family had men, yes, but they were a far cry from someone like Duan Peng, who lived and breathed violence. He never imagined that Duan Peng himself would show up.

Remembering his insolent outburst, Ling Hao’s scalp tingled with fear. He hurried over, forcing a smile. "Ah, I didn’t realize it was you, Master Duan Liu! Please forgive my disrespectful words just now!"

But Duan Peng merely spared him a glance before walking straight to Ye Feng and bowing respectfully. "I have come as ordered. I await your command, Mr. Ye!"

"Subordinate?"

That single word struck Ling Hao like a sledgehammer, and his body began to tremble violently.

’The renowned underground emperor of Nanjun, Duan Peng, is actually Ye Feng’s subordinate? How can Ye Feng have so much influence?’

He suddenly realized he had picked a fight with the wrong person.

But just then, yet another group arrived. They were all dressed in matching martial arts uniforms. On the left breast of each uniform was a ferocious, snarling Cyan Dragon, which added to their murderous aura.

The man leading them was tall, and embroidered on the left breast of his uniform was a massive red dragon.

The new Squad Leader of the Dragon King Pavilion’s Nanjun branch: Wang Tao!

Wang Tao stared at Ling Hao and said in a low, dangerous voice, "Ling Ergouzi, you think you have the right to be arrogant here?"

The members of the Ling family felt a chill run down their spines. Ergouzi was Ling Hao’s childhood nickname, but ever since he came to power, no one had dared to use it. Anyone who had was now at the bottom of the river. For someone to call him that today... they must have a death wish.

Ling Hao instantly shot up like a cat whose tail had been stomped on. He spun around to face Wang Tao and snarled through gritted teeth, "You dare disrespect me? You must have a fucking death wish. Believe it or not, I’ll fucking kill you..."

But the words had barely left his mouth when he recognized Wang Tao. His expression changed in a flash. ’Oh my god, why is *he* here?’

Remembering what he had just said, Ling Hao was so terrified he nearly wet himself. He scrambled over to Wang Tao, forcing a placating smile as he cried out:

"Ah, Squad Leader Wang! I honestly didn’t realize it was you! If I had, I wouldn’t have dared to speak so rudely, not in a million years! Please, accept my humblest apologies..."

He bowed repeatedly to Wang Tao as he spoke, secretly wondering, ’Why would a powerhouse like him suddenly show up here?’

But what happened next chilled him to the bone. Wang Tao didn’t even spare him a glance. He walked straight up to Ye Feng and announced respectfully, "Wang Tao, Squad Leader of the Dragon King Pavilion’s Nanjun branch, reporting as ordered! At your command, Young Pavilion Master!"

"Young Pavilion Master? You’re the Young Pavilion Master of the Dragon King Pavilion?"

Ling Hao couldn’t help but shriek. In the next instant, his face turned as white as a sheet.

It all made sense. He finally understood. He understood why Xiaao Zhan, the richest man in Nanjun, had rushed over to kiss up to Ye Feng.

He finally understood why Duan Peng, the revered underground emperor of Nanjun, acted like an obedient whelp in front of Ye Feng.

And he finally understood why a powerhouse like Wang Tao had hurried here. It was all because of Ye Feng. The man was the Young Pavilion Master of the Dragon King Pavilion!

The Ling family had some power, some influence, but compared to the Dragon King Pavilion, they were nothing. The Pavilion could flatten the entire Ling family with a single command.

Ling Hao finally understood that he had provoked someone he never should have crossed. Trembling from head to toe, he staggered over to Ye Feng. He bowed deeply and said obsequiously, "Mr. Ye!"

"Mm," Ye Feng grunted, his arm still around Su Youning’s slender waist.

Ling Hao said meekly, "I was wrong!"

Ye Feng patted Ling Hao’s plump cheek and asked with a placid smile, "Wrong about what?"

Ling Hao’s voice trembled. "I was wrong... in my failure as a father. I let my worthless son provoke your girlfriend!"

"And?" Ye Feng’s voice was as casual as if he were chatting with an old friend.

"I shouldn’t have blindly taken my rebellious son’s side, choosing family over reason!" Ling Hao bowed even lower.

"And?" Ye Feng asked again, his voice still perfectly calm.

But to Ling Hao, it sounded like the voice of Yama himself. ’He has no intention of letting me off the hook!’