The Magnificent Son-in-law

Zhao Fengyun felt heartbroken, not for the two security guards, but for his solid wood guitar, handmade, worth over thirty thousand on the market.

Plus, he played it frequently, the tone had become nearly perfect, and it was well-maintained, selling it would certainly fetch more than thirty thousand.

But now, the guitar was destroyed, and he hadn't seen a dime, how could he not feel pained.

"Stop pretending, hurry up and deal with this brat for me, be careful, don't hurt the two girls beside him." Zhao Fengyun yelled angrily.

However, the three security guards lying on the ground kept groaning in pain with twisted expressions, showing no intention to get up.

The three guards still standing looked uncertain and surprised.

One of them whispered in Zhao Fengyun's ear, "Young master, that guy seems to be practicing internal martial arts, our three men aren't pretending. Look at the cold sweat on their heads; they definitely can't fake it."

But Zhao Fengyun, in his anger, didn't listen, and he slapped the man: "Useless! Are you in cahoots with that kid to put on a show and deceive me?"

As he spoke, another two dull thuds were heard.

"Bang! Bang!"

Two security guards were sent flying, landing five meters away, falling to the ground crying out in pain, just like the previous ones.

The guard slapped felt a bit lucky, but more frightened, thinking if that had happened to him...

Unfortunately, he didn't realize that he couldn't escape this fate either.

Before the guard could snap out of his lucky state, Xiao Feng struck instantly.

The guard saw a flash and then felt as if his chest was smashed with an iron hammer; the intense pain almost made him faint, his feet leaving the ground uncontrollably.

Naturally, alongside him went Zhao Fengyun.

At this moment, Zhao Fengyun finally realized that his guards weren't acting, because the intense pain and feeling of being airborne were real.

For a moment, time seemed frozen, the onlookers transfixed, only the cries of Zhao Fengyun's men continued, like a symphony in progress, bustling with noise.

Xiao Feng stepped up to the guard who knocked away the girl's phone and coldly said, "Do I need to ask again?"

"No, no need, I yield, truly yield!"

The guard no longer had arrogance, his gaze towards Xiao Feng full of fear, as if looking at a cold-faced deity of death.

"Apologize." Xiao Feng coldly spat out the words, bringing the topic back to the beginning.

In fact, if the guard had apologized at the time, Xiao Feng wouldn't have made a big deal out of it, but the guard's arrogance and Zhao Fengyun's favoritism led the situation here.

"Sorry, sorry, I was wrong!" The guard looked at the girl, bowing continuously, his expression close to tears.

Xiao Feng nodded in satisfaction, moving in front of Zhao Fengyun: "Do you know what I hate most?"

"Ugh!" Zhao Fengyun spat out a mouthful of blood.

Compared to the six martial-trained guards, his physical condition was far inferior.

Yet Xiao Feng seemed unconcerned, continuing, "What I hate most is when someone targets my people, so you deserve it." Xiao Feng seemed unconcerned, continuing, "What I hate most is when someone targets my people, so you deserve it."

The young girl and Lu Yao felt warmed in their hearts, even though they could handle the situation themselves, being protected was a completely different experience.

This feeling of having someone shelter them, being cared for, felt like soaking in a hot spring, indescribably comfortable.

Zhao Fengyun looked at Xiao Feng in utter terror, a hint of malice flashing through his eyes.

Xiao Feng didn't need to guess to know the other rushed to plot revenge, but so what, compared to the mighty Shen Group, a mere tea estate worth tens of millions can't create notable waves.

"Did he... really spit blood?" someone among the audience asked in disbelief.

Suddenly, public opinion seemed ready to turn.

But before things escalated, the sound of police sirens blared from the corner, two police cars with flashing warnings approached, followed by an ambulance.

The police cordon was quickly set up, and without any need for police warnings, the crowd spontaneously retreated ten steps or more, watching with interest but staying out of it.

Especially upon learning the eccentric young man was locally wealthy Zhao Fengyun, none dared to get too close.

Xiao Feng, the young girl, and Lu Yao remained standing quietly, not showing any tension.

Soon, a young policeman pulled up the cordon and entered, surprised but delighted upon seeing Xiao Feng and the others: "Master, two mistresses, why are you here?"

Addressing Xiao Feng and the two, it was undoubtedly Di Junxiong.

Xiao Feng frowned, not amused, "Watch your status, you're on duty, this playful demeanor affects your image and it doesn't matter, but in the public eye, your uniform represents the entire police system, understand!"

"Yes, yes, master is right!" Di Junxiong nodded repeatedly, his expression becoming serious.

He knew all this, but his emotions got ahead of him, unable to think thoroughly.

"Get them on the ambulance first." Di Junxiong shouted.

Five guards only punched were assisted by medics to the ambulance, while the one kicked with a broken leg and Zhao Fengyun, who bled, were carried on stretchers.

Fortunately, Xiao Feng didn't break all their legs, or one ambulance wouldn't have sufficed, another would be needed.

Watching the ambulance leave, Di Junxiong asked, "Did you beat those guys, master?"

Xiao Feng nodded, explaining the events briefly.

Di Junxiong got angry hearing it, "Serves them right! Disrespecting mistresses, if I were there, they wouldn't have needed your hands master, I'd handle them alone!"

Xiao Feng ignored Di Junxiong's boasting, asking, "Can we leave now?"

"You can leave, but best to ride the patrol car, I'll drop you off somewhere private." Di Junxiong replied.

"Okay." Xiao Feng complied, taking the young girl and Lu Yao into the car, leaving the crowd chatting in groups, reluctant to disperse.