Chapter 146: The Feng Family's Movements

A stern and cold voice rang out, and Zhang Xiaofan's body moved in tandem. He threw a punch that grew larger and larger in Hou Lei's vision. Instinctively, Hou Lei raised his arms to block.

However, the moment they clashed, Hou Lei let out a miserable, piercing shriek. The bones in his arms were shattered almost instantly.

With an irresistible and overwhelming momentum, Zhang Xiaofan's punch slammed squarely into Hou Lei's chest. Following that, just like Mu Bai, Hou Lei crashed heavily against the surrounding wall, twitched a few times, and died with lingering resentment.

The remaining men trembled uncontrollably, gazing at Zhang Xiaofan as if looking at a god of war; they completely lost the courage to make a move.

"Get lost! Go back and tell the Feng family to wait for me. I, Zhang Xiaofan, will pay them a personal visit."

Zhang Xiaofan shouted coldly at them, and the group immediately felt a sense of relief, turning on their heels and fleeing for their lives.

The restaurant owner, seeming to have grown accustomed to Zhang Xiaofan's formidable strength, walked over and asked, "Benefactor, would you and your friends like to continue drinking?"

"Drink? Why wouldn't we? From now on, you don't need to live in fear along this street anymore," Zhang Xiaofan said.

"Why is that?" the restaurant owner asked.

"Because, starting from now, this street belongs to my brother..." Zhang Xiaofan smiled, then looked at Baozi and said, "Let's begin swallowing up the Feng family right from this street..."

"Got it." Baozi nodded, then turned to the owner and yelled, "Bring us three more lamb testicles!"

"Haha, can you still eat those? Are you sure you won't explode from holding back too much energy?" Zhang Xiaofan burst out laughing.

"Today is a day worth celebrating, so tonight I plan to finally end my virginity!" Baozi declared.

"Haha, then I truly pity whichever girl is about to suffer. Just how many years' worth of ammunition have you been bottling up..." Zhang Xiaofan teased.

Immediately after, the group sat back down to drink. Before long, ten cases of beer had been completely emptied.

The skewers piled up like a mountain across the table, and they ate and drank all the way until midnight. The two brothers seemed to have an endless stream of things to say, and reminiscing about that period three years ago filled both of them with deep emotion.

When the conversation turned to the future, Baozi was filled with boundless yearning. With such an opportunity presented to him, he naturally wanted to make something of himself.

Yet he also vowed that even as he became the overlord of the Northern District, he would never engage in heinous and wicked businesses, planning instead to establish several large corporations.

"The card I gave you has ten million in it. After deducting the bonuses distributed earlier, there should still be enough left to serve as operating capital. Starting tomorrow, nibble away at the Feng family's territory bit by bit, beginning with this street, then moving on to the nearby bars, KTVs, and so on..." Zhang Xiaofan said, "I'll wire another hundred million to that card, which should be more than enough."

"Brother Fan, a position like this really ought to belong to you," Baozi said.

"I'm not suited for it. My ambitions do not lie here, as you well know," Zhang Xiaofan replied.

"That's true. Your future prospects are limitless; I suppose only the Dragon Soul Hall is worthy of being your target." Baozi thought for a moment before speaking.

"No..." Zhang Xiaofan's expression turned serious. "The Dragon Soul Hall is merely a relatively powerful existence within this secular world. My sights are set far beyond this mortal realm..."

Zhang Xiaofan also seemed to have caught a slight buzz. Gazing up at the boundless sky, though filled with longing, he truly did not yet know how to walk the path ahead.

Perhaps this upcoming trip to the Spirit Mysterious Sect on Mount Kunlun would serve as a turning point...

"Brother Fan, are you planning to go after Qin Tianyu for revenge? Is it really worth it all for a woman?" Baozi downed another bottle of beer and looked at Zhang Xiaofan.

"How could I possibly be doing this for that woman? I am doing this for a breath of pride, for the dignity of a man," Zhang Xiaofan said earnestly.

"Alright! To Brother Fan defeating that Qin Tianyu soon, I'll down another bottle!"

With that, Baozi chugged yet another bottle. As soon as he finished it, he rushed off to the side and began vomiting violently.

Zhang Xiaofan couldn't help but chuckle. At this moment, his heart felt extraordinarily relaxed—he hadn't felt this way in a very long time. It would have been even better if Ye Jiangshan were here too.

"Hehe, looks like Brother Bao can't handle his liquor either," one of the nearby brothers said with a smile.

"Haha, he probably barfed up every single lamb testicle he ate tonight," Zhang Xiaofan laughed. Then he stood up and placed a thousand-yuan bill onto the owner's counter.

He turned back and said, "Carry your Brother Bao, we're going to go have some real fun."

"Haha, you got it!" Those brothers chuckled, then swayed over unsteadily, patted Baozi on the back, and said, "Brother Bao, are you done puking yet? Brother Fan is going to take you to lose your virginity."

"Damn it, Little Liu, you're getting quite bold lately, actually daring to make fun of me," Baozi said, feigning annoyance.

"Brother Bao, how can you call it making fun of you? Haven't you been dying to end your virginity for the longest time? Today happens to be the perfect opportunity," Little Liu said.

"What the heck—let's go, let's go! Isn't it just about going to have a good time? Tonight, the brothers are going to go properly cut loose." Baozi, feeling somewhat recovered from his vomiting, took a bottle of mineral water handed to him by Little Liu and rinsed his mouth.

"Boss, keep the change, we're heading out," Zhang Xiaofan called out to the owner, and then departed along with Baozi and the rest of the group.

"Benefactor, I can't take your money..."

The restaurant owner hurried over to catch up, but Zhang Xiaofan waved a hand at him. "Next time I come, I won't pay either, so just keep it this once."

The owner didn't chase after them any further. Looking at the ten red hundred-yuan bills in his palm, he didn't even know what to say.

Zhang Xiaofan could be said to have completely altered his originally miserable destiny; it was a kindness akin to a second birth. The owner only hoped he could properly treat Zhang Xiaofan to a meal next time as a meager repayment...

"Baozi, where do you want to go play?" Walking out onto the main street, Zhang Xiaofan asked.

"Little Liu, you tell us. You're the one who's always hanging out around town," Baozi said, looking toward Little Liu.

Little Liu was in his early twenties, handsome, tall, and solidly built. According to Baozi, he had practiced external martial arts for over a decade.

"There's a KTV nearby with pretty decent hostesses, only the prices are a bit on the high side," Little Liu said.

"Don't worry, Brother Fan is treating us today, what is there to be afraid of?" Baozi said, then glanced at Zhang Xiaofan. "Right, Brother Fan?"

"Naturally. Go wild, money is no object," Zhang Xiaofan smiled.

"Alright, let's move out! Little Liu, you take the lead," Baozi instructed.

Thus, a dozen or so men swayed down the main road, humming little tunes and cracking bawdy jokes.

Zhang Xiaofan didn't deliberately use his energy to sober up; this sensation felt genuinely wonderful, truth be told.

...

In the Northern District, within a luxurious villa, Feng Conghu and his brother stood with their heads lowered. On the floor of the grand hall lay two corpses—none other than Mu Bai and Hou Lei.

Standing in the center of the hall were an elderly man and a middle-aged man.

"Out of more than five hundred men, fewer than twenty managed to run back. Now, even Hou Lei and Mu Bai are dead, and on top of that, Mu Bai's master has been killed as well. This kid is extremely tricky..." the middle-aged man said in a deep voice, before glaring at the Feng Conghu brothers. "Do the two of you know where you went wrong? Do you finally understand that there are always people better than you, and mountains beyond mountains?"

"Dad, this really isn't our fault..." Feng Conglong muttered softly.

"You still dare to talk back?" The middle-aged man flew into a rage.

This middle-aged man was none other than Feng Conglong's father, named Feng Yiyuan.

At that moment, the elderly man in the hall wore a contemplative look in his eyes as he spoke, "Yiyuan, this truly isn't their fault. Against such a formidable expert—where even masters like the Soul-Devouring Flying Dagger and the Netherwalker are no match for him—those hundreds of men didn't just appear out of thin air. It was all premeditated."

The elderly man was Feng Xiangwen, the patriarch of the Feng family himself. Though he was over sixty years old, he was full of vigor, and a sharp, brilliant light flashed in his eyes.

"I will contact the Qin family. Without the Qin family's assistance, our Feng family will either have to withdraw from the stage of the capital or simply wait to be wiped out..." Feng Xiangwen said grimly.

"Father, is it really that serious? The foundations of our Feng family are still intact," Feng Yiyuan said, feeling quite startled.

"It's useless. A single expert of this caliber is enough to turn the tide of a crucial battle. While our Feng family does have quite a few martial cultivators, what use are they in front of someone like that?" Feng Xiangwen remarked.

"Father, could this be because of that broken stone?" Feng Yiyuan asked, naturally referring to the half of the Yin-Yang Fish stone.

"Whether it is or not no longer matters. Until the Qin family gives us a reply, do not have any further conflicts with them," Feng Xiangwen instructed.

"I understand... But what should we do about those people wanting to swallow up our territories?" Feng Yiyuan asked.

"Let them take them. As long as we have the Qin family's support, we can always retake them. What belongs to us will eventually remain ours."

"I understand. I'll give out the orders right now. And you two good-for-nothing brats, did you hear that? Behave yourselves and stay out of trouble, lest you lose your worthless lives." Feng Yiyuan nodded, then snapped harshly at the Feng Conghu brothers.