The Magnificent Son-in-law

"I'll ask you again, do you yield?"

Xiao Feng asked indifferently, his expression hardly changed.

At that moment, the other security guards surged forward: "Kid, are you trying to blow things up?"

Xiao Feng felt an urge to laugh: "Who's actually stirring up trouble first? Are you blind? Can't you see? Or are those holes under your eyebrows just there for blowing air?"

"You!" The security guard's vision darkened, encountering such a stinging retort for the first time.

However, there was still one with slightly better composure who retorted, "We've emphasized countless times, no photography or video recording is allowed. You didn't listen, hit people, and still have the nerve to blame us?"

"Pfft!"

This time, Xiao Feng couldn't hold it in and burst out laughing.

Lu Yao adjusted her glasses, stepping in for Xiao Feng, and snapped angrily: "What right do you have to make such demands? If following your logic, you're prohibiting me from taking photos, then if I insist on taking them, does that make sense?"

"Well said!" Someone in the crowd cheered, applause exploding all around.

For the onlookers who were also forced to refrain from filming, it was natural to empathize with Xiao Feng and his group.

However, Xiao Feng felt a bit off-balance; when he was speaking, no one applauded, but now with Lu Yao stepping in, the reaction was so lively—what did he lack then?...

"Lu Yao, you're awesome!" The little girl gave a thumbs-up, beaming with a smile, praising Lu Yao.

Xiao Feng took a deep breath, feeling his control slipping.

At this moment, seeing his security guards questioning their life choices, the young man behind them put down his guitar, looking displeased: "Friends, you've gotten something wrong; no matter how my people ask, it can't justify you beating them up.

Almost dropping the phone, I'll admit we were biased, but with the phone damaged, I can compensate. Naturally, since you beat my people, should you also cover medical expenses and lost wages?"

"Alright." Xiao Feng agreed without hesitation: "How much? Name a figure."

The young man had no idea that his words had successfully stirred Xiao Feng's dissatisfaction.

Initially, Xiao Feng hadn't intentionally caused him trouble, but now, since he was rushing to it, it could only mean the young man had a hard head, unaware of the danger.

Clearly, the young man hadn't realized who he was dealing with, he seriously calculated: "His salary is eight thousand a month, plus mental compensation, nutritional fees, at least this much."

He said, stretching out a finger.

The onlookers were stunned, beginning to guess mentally.

The young man said his security guard's salary was eight thousand a month, so the finger he stretched out must mean more than ten thousand, couldn't possibly just be one thousand, or not even ten thousand? Could it be a hundred thousand?

This was clearly a blatant attempt to extort!

Reaching this conclusion, the onlookers reinforced their belief that this group was setting up a scam, feeling even more indignant.

Xiao Feng sneered dismissively, "Tch," and said indifferently: "Isn't it just a hundred bucks? I'll give it to you."

"A hundred?" The young man was stunned: "Did you not hear what I said? I pay the security guard eight thousand a month; are you trying to appease a kid with that hundred?"

Xiao Feng coldly laughed: "I thought you didn't speak coherently. You raise a finger, who knows what amount it represents? A hundred was generous; someone uninformed might think you meant a buck."

The young man's face turned a liver red, furiously angry: "Listen clearly, I want a hundred thousand. Without cash, don't even think about leaving today."

Just then, someone in the crowd said: "I think I've seen this guy somewhere; isn't his dad the boss of Pengyun Tea House?"

"Now that you mention it, he does look familiar. I saw in the paper his dad is called Zhao Huipeng, and he's Zhao Fengyun; it's said Zhao Huipeng's assets exceed fifty million, ranking in the top ten enterprises in our town."

"No wonder asking for a hundred thousand from the start, they have money!"

The crowd discussed passionately, a variety of opinions emerging, and the feeling of resentment towards wealth was expressed vividly.

These discussions didn't escape Xiao Feng's ears, but the remarks clearly didn't merit his attention.

Fifty million is nothing; he's got billions in his hands, but so what, he still lives humbly?

Of course, if Chang Xinyan and a bunch of other Jiangcheng rich kids heard this, they might cry bitterly, while internally cursing Xiao Feng for bragging shamelessly.

Just then, Xiao Feng unabashedly counted Zhao Fengyun and his group's numbers, smiled and said: "Isn't it just a hundred thousand? I'll give you seven hundred thousand!"

Evidently, Zhao Fengyun hadn't realized the meaning behind Xiao Feng's headcount, his eyebrows raised, he complained: "Do you think I'm extorting you? Let me tell you, if you sue, what you'll have to pay isn't just this amount."

"No!" Xiao Feng shook his head slowly: "What I mean is, there are seven of you here and by your calculations, each costs a hundred thousand. I'm planning to pay you in full, including your own medical expenses."

"Ha, truly arrogant, to say such words in Jiuyou Town, you're the first." Zhao Fengyun laughed in anger, his exaggerated expression like hearing the most ridiculous joke.

Xiao Feng said calmly: "Don't rush, soon you'll know I'm not only arrogant, but I follow through."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Feng stepped forward, throwing punches with both hands, against the chests of two security guards.

"Bang! Bang!"

The sound of the relatively soft impact echoed, but the two security guards hit were instantly sent flying, crashing into the speakers and guitar.

"Buzz!"

The speakers emitted a harsh static noise, accompanied by the painful cries of the two security guards: "Ahhh!"

The onlookers covered their ears, eyes wide - this staged act was too fake!

An apparently weak punch sends someone flying, followed by loud screams once they land; practice your acting before conning again, alright?

The people with such views were clearly outsiders of outsiders, because from an insider's perspective, Xiao Feng focused the power on a point, unleashing it in an instant burst, delivering force truly not as gentle as it seemed.

Unfortunately, the onlookers were simply standard idle viewers, no insiders were present.

"What the hell are you all playing at?" Zhao Fengyun shouted, looking at the collapsed security guards, raging, his heart practically bleeding.