Supreme Warrior in the City
Chapter 615 - 614 Kneel Down

Chapter 615: Chapter 614 Kneel Down

Feng Beiche’s face was an iron blue as he bellowed, "Kneel down!"

Feng Yuantao froze for a moment, unsure of what had happened. However, seeing the rage on Feng Beiche’s face, he didn’t dare to ask and reluctantly knelt down.

"Uncle, what on earth has happened..." Feng Yuantao’s voice trembled. "If I have done anything wrong, please tell me, and I will definitely correct it!"

Feng Beiche glanced at Su Yang, who was leisurely sipping tea. It was clear that he was leaving it to him to handle the matter.

Feng Beiche took a deep breath; he understood this was an opportunity from Su Yang. If he handled this situation well, he would be in the clear. If not, the Fong Family might face yet another major disturbance.

"Are these two your friends?" Feng Beiche pointed at Lao Zhou and the boss, his voice heavy.

After glancing at the two men and reading the fear in their eyes, Feng Yuantao roughly surmised what had happened. He glared venomously at the duo and muttered lowly, "Uncle, they are merely acquaintances who I’ve met a few times; they aren’t my friends at all!"

"Not your friends?" Feng Beiche asked icily. "They’re not your friends, yet they swagger around using your name? Just now, they even said they would call you to come and kill us? Do you usually help a lot of people to kill others? They’re not your friends, yet they can just make a phone call and expect you to lend a hand?"

Nearly driven mad with frustration, Feng Yuantao finally understood the situation. It was like sitting at home, minding one’s own business, and having a pot drop from the sky. How had such an absurd affair befallen him out of nowhere?

In fact, such situations were not uncommon in Zifeng City. It was often seen that people, on the pretext of knowing someone from the Seven Great Families, would throw their weight around. Even if such a situation really arose, it would be completely normal.

Indeed, Lao Zhou and the boss were acquainted with Feng Yuantao. Although their relationship wasn’t particularly deep, they had offered Feng Yuantao quite a few gifts and favors, and in the past, he had sorted out some minor issues for them.

If this incident hadn’t blown up, Feng Yuantao would naturally have helped them.

But who could have anticipated that these two would be so blind? It’s one thing to flex using someone else’s name, but couldn’t they see who they were dealing with? To offend the Family Head of the Fong Family—wasn’t this simply courting death?

"Uncle, I really am not close to them. We’ve only met a few times, and I truly had no idea they would stir up trouble using my name," Feng Yuantao hastened to say.

"Really?" Feng Beiche glanced coldly at Feng Yuantao and pressed on, "You’re not just saying that because I am here, are you? If it were not me here today, but some ordinary person, what would you have done then?"

"Uncle, I would still have done the same!" Feng Yuantao insisted quickly. "I have always kept your teachings in mind!"

"Hmph!" Feng Beiche snorted, his voice frosty. "You’ve kept my teachings in mind? Fine, then let me ask you, what is this about Huaqing Street? I put you in charge of managing Huaqing Street, and this is the result? We came here just to have a meal, and merely mentioning your name makes these managers want to kill us? Just who do you think you are that your name can’t even be mentioned carelessly?"

Feng Yuantao was on the verge of spitting blood. How could he have known that the managers would create such a mess?

"Uncle, this... I really didn’t know about this..." Feng Yuantao’s voice shook, for he couldn’t deny involvement in the affair no matter how hard he tried. After all, he personally managed the administrators of Huaqing Street.

"You didn’t know?" Feng Beiche’s face turned colder. "It seems you truly take me for a fool. You manage Huaqing Street but know nothing of such affairs? Then what use are you to me?"

Fear made Feng Yuantao collapse to the ground, knocking his forehead repeatedly. "Uncle, I... I realize my mistake. It’s due to my lack of proper management. I... am willing to take full responsibility. Uncle, please... give me another chance..."

The rest of them shivered with fear—this was Feng Yuantao, an absolute authority in their eyes.

And now, he was kneeling before them, knocking his head in supplication. The most critical fact was that, just a short while ago, they were clamoring about killing these very people!

Some colleagues began to quietly retreat, hoping to slip away unnoticed. They understood that if they stayed, they were done for.

Feng Beiche had his eye on such people. Seeing them trying to leave, he roared, "Members of the Fong Family, listen to me, guard the door. Anyone who dares to leave at this time will be killed on the spot—no need to ask for my permission!"

The Fong Family members who came with Feng Yuantao immediately rushed to guard the entrance, while those who had hoped to escape during the commotion now lost all nerve. Clearly, there was no escape.

"You two, weren’t you just calling for Feng Yuantao to come and kill us?" Feng Beiche pointed at Lao Zhou and the boss. "Feng Yuantao is right here, so make him kill us!"

Both men were already terrified out of their wits, and upon hearing this, they collapsed to the ground, pleading with shaky voices, "Patriarch Feng, we realize our mistake; we truly do, and we will never dare again..."

"Realize your mistake?" Feng Beiche’s voice was ice-cold. "What were you doing earlier? When you were bullying others, did you ever consider that you were wrong? Now that you know who I am, you realize your fault? If you had known what would happen, why act in the first place?"

The two men kept knocking their heads on the floor, apologizing. They, too, were filled with regret. Had they known the consequences, they would never have provoked these people no matter what.

"There’s no need for apologies now. Having done wrong, you should face your punishment," Feng Beiche said coldly. "You two, leave one hand behind each, then get out of Zifeng City..."

The duo trembled with fear, panicked by the thought of the pain of losing a hand.

However, before Feng Beiche could finish, Su Yang put his teacup down on the table with a sharp ’clack.’

Feng Beiche’s heart skipped a beat; he knew Su Yang was dissatisfied with his decision.

"Forget it, I’ve changed my mind. Someone, drag these two out and chop them up!" Feng Beiche paused before gritting his teeth, "And Feng Yuantao, cut him up as well!"

The crowd was stunned—they were going for a direct kill? Wasn’t Feng Beiche acting too ruthlessly, not even sparing his own nephew?

"Uncle?" Feng Yuantao was dumbfounded and urgently pleaded, "Uncle, I... I truly realize my mistake, spare me please, I... will never dare again..."

Feng Beiche turned his head away, not even glancing at Feng Yuantao. If Feng Yuantao didn’t die, it was likely the entire Fong Family wouldn’t know peace!

Panic-stricken, Lao Zhou, realizing he had no say before Feng Beiche, turned desperately to Wang Feng and begged with a trembling voice, "Brother-in-law, save... save me... I don’t want to die..."