Chapter 243: The Minister of Personnel Was Killed With a Single Shot?

Chapter 243: Chapter 243: The Minister of Personnel Was Killed With a Single Shot?

Who was Wen Qiang? He was the Minister of Personnel, a figure from the highest echelons of government. The appointment and dismissal of officials across the nation were almost entirely his to decide. His position was revered; who wouldn’t bow and scrape before him? Yet today, this young punk Ye Feng dared to be so disrespectful. This... wasn’t this just courting death? How could Wen Qiang possibly spare him!

Sure enough, Wen Qiang’s expression instantly darkened. He glared at Ye Feng, killing intent flooding his eyes.

Ye Feng sat there, one foot pinning Wen Hao’s neck, his hands roaming over Qin Ruannuan’s body as if no one else existed, the very picture of arrogance.

Wen Qiang exploded with rage. He rushed in front of Ye Feng, pointing at him and roaring furiously, "Get your damned foot off him right now, or I’ll kill you..."

But the moment the words left his mouth, Ye Feng’s right hand shot out and clamped down on his wrist, wrenching it back.

With a sharp CRACK, the crowd watched, horrified, as Ye Feng brutally snapped Wen Qiang’s wrist. Blood spurted out, and the jagged ends of bone were exposed—a truly gruesome sight.

Wen Qiang let out a blood-curdling scream, staggering backward as he clutched his broken right hand, his face as white as a sheet.

Just then, Ye Feng looked at Wen Qiang and said calmly, "You know, I really hate it when people point their fingers at me."

Everyone present stared at Ye Feng, completely stunned.

Wen Qiang was a titan, a man so powerful that everyone deferred to him, an overwhelming presence before whom most people wouldn’t even dare to breathe too loudly. And today, Ye Feng had just snapped his wrist? This... could this be real?

Looking at Wen Qiang’s mangled, bloody right hand, the crowd finally understood that it was all too real.

They all turned to look at Ye Feng, their eyes suddenly filled with pity.

’To dare and grind Wen Qiang’s face into the dirt like that... this bastard isn’t going to make it out of here alive today!’

As expected, Wen Qiang glared at Ye Feng and roared, "Fine! You dare to lay a hand on me, you bastard? You’re a dead man."

With that, he bellowed toward the outside, "Guards!"

A few fully armed garrison soldiers quickly rushed in.

Wen Qiang pointed a finger at Ye Feng and roared furiously, "Waste him! Waste him for me!"

The garrison soldiers behind him acknowledged the order, their dark muzzles already aimed at Ye Feng. In an instant, an overwhelming killing intent enveloped him.

When Qin Nuannuan saw this, her face went pale with fright. ’It’s over, it’s really over this time,’ she thought. ’So many guns. We’ll be riddled with bullets.’

She looked up at Ye Feng, only to see him sitting there, his expression still calm.

Ye Feng looked at the worried Qin Nuannuan and offered a small smile. "Don’t worry. As long as I’m here, no one can hurt you."

"You’re here? And who the hell do you think you are? ’No one can hurt her?’ Today, I’ll show you whether you’re qualified to protect her or not."

With that, he bellowed, "Fire! Fire! Kill them both! Kill them!"

The garrison soldiers acknowledged the order and chambered their rounds, preparing to fire.

Ye Feng’s expression abruptly turned cold, and his right hand shot up.

But just as he was about to act, a cold voice rang out from the entrance, "I’d like to see who dares to touch him."

As the voice faded, a woman in palace attire entered, moving with graceful elegance.

Wen Qiang, who had been acting so imperiously, was instantly enraged that someone dared to openly challenge him. He spun around, glared at the newcomer, and roared, "Who the fuck do you think you are? What right do you have to act so high and mighty in front of me..."

But he was only halfway through his sentence when he finally got a clear look at the person. His face changed dramatically, and his body began to tremble.

The newcomer was none other than the Princess of Great Xia, Long Xi’Er.

’Heavens, I was just unbelievably rude to the Princess of Great Xia,’ he thought. ’That’s like asking for a death wish; I must be tired of living.’

Wen Qiang’s face went white with terror. He stumbled over to Long Xi’Er, dropped to his knees with a THUD, and forced a smile. "This old minister didn’t realize Your Highness had arrived. I misspoke just now and caused offense. I was wrong. I’ll kowtow to you in apology."

Wen Qiang was baffled. ’Why would the dignified Princess of Great Xia, a delicate flower of the imperial family, come to a place of debauchery like this?’

But soon, he found out why.

Long Xi’Er didn’t even spare him a glance. She walked straight to Ye Feng and said gently, "My Prince Consort, your wife is here today to back you up."

Prince Consort?

Ye Feng... was the Prince Consort?

Wen Qiang snapped his head up to look at Ye Feng, feeling as though a sledgehammer had just struck his skull. He was completely stupefied.

’No wonder Long Xi’Er came here,’ he thought. ’It was because of Ye Feng!’

He looked at Ye Feng, trembling uncontrollably. ’Heavens, I was just ordering my men to kill the Prince Consort... I really must not want to live!’

He quickly scrambled up from the floor, stumbled over to Ye Feng, and dropped to his knees with another THUD. Looking at Ye Feng with a fawning smile, he said, "Oh, so you’re the Prince Consort! This old man was blind not to recognize you. I apologize. Please forgive my earlier offense!"

Ye Feng looked at Wen Qiang and said calmly, "So it was you who wanted the manager of my Hundred Flowers Building to spread her legs and serve your son?"

Wen Qiang’s face paled. He quickly cried out, "Prince Consort, I was wrong!"

Ye Feng raised a hand and patted his fat cheek, then asked, "And it was you who wanted to tear down my Hundred Flowers Building?"

Wen Qiang immediately kowtowed. "Prince Consort, I wouldn’t dare!"

Ye Feng picked up the handgun from the floor and tapped it against Wen Qiang’s forehead, his voice still calm. "And it was you who was going to have us riddled with bullets?"

Ye Feng’s voice was calm, but Wen Qiang felt a boundless killing intent wash over him. He kowtowed repeatedly, begging for his life. "Prince Consort, I was wrong! I’ll never dare to do it again! I beg you, please spare me!"

The moment he finished speaking, Ye Feng pulled the trigger. With a muffled BANG, a clean hole was blown through Wen Qiang’s forehead, and twin streams of blood shot out.

Wen Qiang’s eyes glazed over instantly. He stared at Ye Feng, his gaze filled with disbelief. But in the next moment, his pupils slowly dilated. His body fell backward, twitched a few times, and then went still.

Ye Feng casually tossed the gun aside. Looking at Wen Qiang’s corpse, he said calmly, "You wanted me dead. I really don’t see any reason why I should have spared you."

Everyone at the scene was frozen in shock.

Heavens, the great Minister of Personnel, killed just like that?

This... this was just too tyrannical!

At that moment, Wen Hao, still under Ye Feng’s foot, saw him kill Wen Qiang with a single shot. His face turned deathly pale. He struggled to turn his head and saw Ye Feng, spattered with blood, looking like an Asura straight from the depths of hell. He was scared out of his wits. He let out a choked scream, his mouth opened, and with a WAACK, he vomited a mouthful of blood, clearly mixed with fragments of his internal organs.

His body collapsed limply to the ground. After a brief convulsion, he moved no more.

Wen Hao... had actually been scared to death.

Then, Ye Feng put an arm around Qin Ruannuan and looked at the crowd standing by the entrance. He spoke calmly, "Do me a favor and spread the word. Nuannuan is my woman, and the Hundred Flowers Building is my property. If anyone wants to cause trouble here in the future, they’re welcome to try. I, Ye Feng, will be waiting."

His eyes were calm, as still as the water in an ancient well, but the people at the entrance felt as if they were being stared down by a primeval beast. Every hair on their bodies stood on end.