Master Head of the Dragon Soul

Ye Wen Hui let out a scream that resembled an animal being slaughtered. He collapsed to the ground, clutching his right leg in agony, tears streaming down his face.

Zhao Tian, Xin Zhi, and the others were brutally beaten, their faces swollen and bruised. They lay on the ground, howling in pain.

Chu Feng approached, holding a steel rod in his hand, and said, "Do you still want to purchase the land deed from me?"

"No, we dare not. We will never dare again. Please spare us!"

"We made a mistake. We were foolish. Please forgive us."

Zhao Tian and the others were terrified, begging for mercy and wishing they could kneel before Chu Feng.

"You worthless bunch, get lost."

Chu Feng kicked them away, and they quickly fled.

Chu Feng looked at Ye Wen Hui on the ground and said coldly, "For the sake of Mei Er's reputation, I will only break one of your legs. If you dare to deceive me again, don't blame me for disregarding our past relationship. Now, leave."

Ye Wen Hui gritted his teeth and, with the assistance of Zhao Tian and the others, limped out of the room.

As he left, his face filled with pain, resentment, and hatred, he would remember the humiliation he had endured today.

Soon, all the women present were frightened and hastily ran out of the private room.

And so, the farce came to an end.

Ye Mei Er covered her mouth in astonishment, gazing at Chu Feng with admiration and joy. She never expected her cousin to possess such strength.

However, she was also filled with worry and panic. "Feng, you have caused a major problem today."

"Zhao Tian and Xin Zhi are both local thug leaders. After you defeat them, they won't let you off easily."

"Setting them aside, let's talk about Ye Wen Hui. He is the most promising and favored grandson among the younger generation of the Ye family. By breaking his leg, it's impossible for you to gain recognition from the Ye family and be accepted back into the family."

Ye Mei Er was on the verge of tears, her large eyes welling up.

Chu Feng smiled faintly and said nonchalantly, "It doesn't matter. I don't need the approval of the Ye family."

As the mighty God of War, unrivaled in the country, did he require the recognition of a second-rate family? Even the most prestigious families, like in Xi Ye, would revere him like a god.

Furthermore, he had only come to the Ye family due to his mother. If the Ye family no longer values this familial bond, why should he?

Besides, meeting Ye Mei Er, his kind-hearted and innocent cousin, had been a great gain for Chu Feng.

"But, but, you just arrived, and you're going to the front line. How can you not have the support of the Ye family?" Ye Mei Er stomped her feet in frustration, clearly worried.

Chu Feng, on the other hand, held her soft hand and smiled, "Don't concern yourself with such trivial matters. I have just arrived in Xi Ye. Shouldn't the host treat me to a meal?" "Huh?" Ye Mei Er blinked, stunned.

"Help me find a place to eat. I'm hungry." Chu Feng looked at his surroundings. "Do you really want me to stay here?"

Ye Mei Er blushed and pouted at Chu Feng, a mix of shyness and anger.

"Feng, it's already late, and you're still joking around."

This guy, really!

Meanwhile, as Chu Feng and Ye Mei Er went to have dinner, several people gathered in a luxurious villa area in Xi Ye, inside the Ye family mansion.

In the hall, an elderly man in his seventies, dressed in a traditional tang suit, furrowed his brows with anxiety.

He was Ye Rongcheng, the current head of the Ye family.