The Strongest Urban Son-in-law

After all, people from elite families can still have such low standards, calling others little bitches and bastards at every turn.

So everyone thought the old woman was bluffing and not actually someone wealthy.

Little Feng shouted loudly, "Grandma, when Dad gets here, I'm going to have him beat him up and break his dog legs!"

Little Feng glared at Ye Feng with a viciousness that was unusual for someone his age.

The old woman nodded and said, "Okay! Okay! Okay! Little Feng, be good, we'll wait here, and when your dad arrives, he'll break this little bastard's dog legs."

Upon hearing the old woman's words, Little Feng was so delighted he began to dance and cheer: "Great, great! When Dad comes, he'll break this little bastard's dog legs, haha!"

Ye Feng's face was very unsightly; he felt disheartened, wondering how such people could exist in Dragon Country.

If Little Feng was educated like this from a young age, he would surely grow up to be a social scourge.

Soon, fifteen minutes passed, and by then, the police officer anxiously said, "Auntie, forget it, just go home. I'll call both parties to the station later for a private discussion—there's no need to make this such a big deal."

"Impossible! My grandson was beaten, and I was too, so this matter can't be over just like that!" The old woman said with a domineering tone, unyielding.

"Look!" At that moment, everyone gazed in shock towards the direction they were pointing.

At the street corner, five black Bentleys slowly drove toward Ye Feng and his group.

Every Bentley, each costing about five to six million, was quite eye-catching on the road.

In no time, those five Bentleys stopped right in front of Ye Feng and the others.

Seeing the license plates, everyone was stunned: "Oh no, Tengfei Group, it's the Zhao Family!"

"The Zhao Family!" Upon hearing this name, everyone turned pale.

Tengfei Group, the Zhao Family, is one of Shanghai's three elite families, with assets worth billions. Although it doesn't match the top five elite families in the Capital City, it's definitely one of the most elite in the entire Dragon Country.

The police officer became anxious, quickly approaching Ye Feng and whispering, "Sir, you'd better leave. These are people from the Zhao Family, not someone ordinary people can afford to offend, even I dare not offend them, please, hurry and leave!"

Ye Feng shook his head: "Leave? Why should we leave?".

The police officer said anxiously, "Mr. Ye, you don't understand, the Zhao Family has immense power in Shanghai, they're lawless, far beyond your imagination. Please trust me, just leave, forget about the damaged car..."

However, Ye Feng remained relaxed, his emotions unchanged.

At this moment, several men in black suits stepped out of the cars.

The leader was a middle-aged man with gold-rimmed glasses, incredibly arrogant, with two strong, elderly men exuding formidable blood qi flanking him.

Those two elderly men, with their powerful blood qi, high protruding temples, resembled moving little furnaces. Ye Feng immediately recognized them as strong warriors in the Late-stage Innate realm.

The arrogant man was none other than Zhao Tianlong, the head of the Zhao Family in Shanghai, the youngest wealthy businessman.

Zhao Tianlong slowly walked towards the old woman and Little Feng, exuding utmost arrogance, like a crane among chickens, his eyes filled with indifference and disdain.

In no time, Zhao Tianlong reached the old woman's side and slowly asked, "Mom, what's going on?"

The old woman glared at Ye Feng, pointing at Ye Feng and Lin Shiyu, "It's those two dogs. Little Feng just accidentally damaged their car and got beaten by that little bastard. Look, his face is still swollen, and me, I was also hit by that little bastard!"

Little Feng looked at Zhao Tianlong with a face full of grievance: "Dad, my face hurts so bad..."

Zhao Tianlong stood among the crowd, his presence so overwhelming that it silenced everyone.

Although Zhao Tianlong was an ordinary person and not a martial artist, his aura was terrifying, making it hard for everyone to breathe.

Zhao Tianlong nodded, "I understand..."

The police officer quickly approached Zhao Tianlong and said, "Hello, Mr. Zhao, the situation is actually like this: I've investigated and it's clear that your son was at fault first, and he started the fight. Moreover, Mr. Ye didn't hit your mother. I hope you can resolve this privately."

After hearing the officer's words, Zhao Tianlong waved dismissively, "Alright, I understand; there's nothing for you to do here, you can leave now..."

The officer froze; this was Zhao Tianlong. If it were anyone else, they wouldn't dare speak like this. The officer was on a mission to mediate, yet Zhao Tianlong said it wasn't his business and told him to leave.

The officer quickly handed his phone to Zhao Tianlong, explaining, "Mr. Zhao, here are the surveillance video recordings of what just happened. Please take a look..."

"Slap!" A crisp, loud sound suddenly filled every everyone's ears.

Before the officer's words even finished, Zhao Tianlong swung a heavy slap across the officer's face.

The officer was left dumbfounded, his eyes filled with bewilderment from Zhao Tianlong's slap.

The elderly man beside Zhao Tianlong said coldly, "Mr. Zhao told you; there's nothing for you here, so get lost. Are you ignoring Mr. Zhao's words? Do you want to keep your job?"

The officer, dazed from the slap, didn't dare say anything in response. He shook his head in grievance, "I apologize, Mr. Zhao..."

Then the officer stepped aside and approached Ye Feng, speaking helplessly, "I'm sorry, Mr. Ye, but I really can't afford to offend Zhao Tianlong. This is all I can do..."

Ye Feng lightly shook his head, then patted the officer's shoulder and said, "You did well, thank you for your effort."

Just then, Zhao Tianlong looked at Ye Feng with eyes full of disdain.