Cheng Xiao looked at the two with great gratitude. Just then, a black van came rushing over from a distance.

Ye Feng frowned, and then a dozen men in black rushed out of the van.

The next second, the red Ferrari sports car reappeared in front of everyone.

"Shen Zichen is here! Brother Yefeng! You'd better leave quickly! He won't do anything to me!"

"I can't take this money!" Cheng Xiao shoved the bank card into Ye Feng's hand and pushed him away.

Sun Muqing's face was also pale when suddenly a hearty laugh interrupted the conversation: "Haha! Leave? Let's see where you think you're going!"

"Are you sure you can leave?"

Shen Zichen, with a cigarette dangling from his lips and an extremely arrogant expression, pointed at Ye Feng and said, "Break this kid's legs!"

"Brother Yefeng! You need to leave quickly! Hurry up and leave!" Cheng Xiao blocked Yefeng and Sun Muqing behind her.

"They won't let you get away with this!"

Seeing Cheng Xiao fiercely protecting Ye Feng, Shen Zichen's anger intensified: "Xiao Xiao! Why?"

"This kid is just a down-on-his-luck young master, why are you protecting him? In what way am I not better than him?"

"If you follow me, I will give you endless riches and glory!"

Given Shen Zichen's status and position, which woman wouldn't be desperate to get into the Shen family?

But he just happened to like Cheng Xiao's type. Unfortunately, Cheng Xiao wasn't after money or wealth; she was honest and upright, and her heart belonged only to Ye Feng.

For so many years, I could only keep my thoughts deep in my heart.

"What are you standing there for? Get him!"

At Shen Zichen's command, in the blink of an eye, more than a dozen sticks fell towards Ye Feng's head.

The crowd in the distance screamed in fright and scattered. Ye Feng's gaze was cold and sharp, and his murderous aura was like a volcanic eruption.

"Shen Zichen, you're asking for it!"

"Chirp!" Ye Feng's body disappeared from the spot like lightning. At the same time, the baseball bats in the hands of several men in black were snapped in two by a powerful internal force.

"Hmm? So he's a martial artist? No wonder he's so arrogant!" The one-eyed man was surprised.

In the blink of an eye, the dozen or so men had their arms broken by his underlings, and blood splattered all over the ground.

"You worthless wretch! How dare you lay a hand on me!"

Shen Zichen never expected the night wind to be so strong. In less than the time it takes to smoke a cigarette, only he and the one-eyed man were left in the room.

Without a second thought, Shen Zichen immediately dialed his father's number and asked for backup.

"Dad! This kid knows martial arts! Quickly send someone to save me!"

"Crack!" Before the words were even finished, Ye Feng slapped Shen Zichen away, smashing his phone to pieces along with it.

"You just said you were going to break my legs?" Ye Feng walked up to Shen Zichen and looked down at him.

"Kid! If you dare touch him, the Northern Hongmen won't let you get away with it!"

Upon hearing this, Ye Feng was taken aback, never expecting to encounter someone from the Northern Hongmen here.

He immediately turned his gaze to the man in black: "Oh? You're from the Northern Hongmen?"

"Hehe! Good to know, Young Master Shen, the Northern Hongmen protects you!"

"I'll give you three seconds to kowtow to Young Master Shen a hundred times, and then cut off your own hands. Otherwise, no matter where you go in the world, my Northern Hongmen will definitely kill you!"

The one-eyed man had sharp eyes, and Ye Feng could tell that his cultivation level was around the peak of the Body Tempering Realm.

With that kind of strength, they could indeed do whatever they wanted in Dragon City. However, unfortunately, they ran into themselves today.

Moreover, Zhang Yongshan and the Ye family have an irreconcilable feud, so how could he possibly forgive them?

"Uncle Li, kill this brat!"

"Night Wind, you dare to kill someone from the Northern Hongmen? You're going to die!" Shen Zichen continued to shout.

"Shut up!" Night Wind stomped down, crushing Shen Zichen's legs.

"Ah!" A shrill scream rang out, and Shen Zichen rolled on the ground in pain.

The one-eyed man's face was as cold as ice. He couldn't believe that Ye Feng was so bold as to cripple Shen Zichen's legs.

Moreover, they ignored his warnings and didn't even take the Northern Hongmen seriously.

"Kid! You're asking for it!"

Zhang Li punched Ye Feng in the face; this punch was enough to smash a stone pillar into pieces.

But when that powerful punch landed on Ye Feng, it was like hitting a ball of cotton.

Night Wind caught the punch with one hand, and Zhang Li panicked: "You...!"

With a sharp crack, Zhang Li's wrist was snapped by Ye Feng. The horrifying scene made Cheng Xiao, who was standing next to him, cover her mouth in shock.

"Who are you to the Northern Hongmen?"

"I...I'm the deputy leader of the Dragon Hall! You'd better release me right now, or my elder brother will find out and..."

"Boom!" Ye Feng slapped Zhang Li on the head, sending him flying more than ten meters like a dead dog, his brains spilling onto the ground.

"The deputy leader of the Northern Hongmen dares to talk back to me like that! He's asking for death!"

The remaining Northern Hongmen underlings were so frightened they collapsed to the ground. Ye Feng coldly said, "Go back and tell Zhang Yongshan that I'll take his life another day!"

After doing all this, Ye Feng looked at Shen Zichen, who was terrified and scrambled to escape.

"Get out! From now on, if you dare to harass Xiaoxiao again, I'll make your Shen family extinct!"

Suddenly, a Rolls-Royce came rushing in from not far away, followed by a convoy of cars. In a short while, more than a dozen cars surrounded Ye Feng.

"Son! Son, what's wrong with you!"

"Dad! My leg..." Shen Zichen cried as he looked at Shen Hongyuan.

Shen Hongyuan's eyes were bloodshot with rage: "You're the one who hurt my son?"

"He wants to break my legs, so why can't I break his legs too?" Ye Feng said coldly.

From childhood to adulthood, this precious son was someone he dared not lay a finger on, yet he was crippled by Ye Feng.

Without saying a word, Shen Hongyuan pulled out a pistol from his waist and fired it at Ye Feng.

"Bang!" A gunshot rang out, and Sun Muqing and Cheng Xiao were so frightened that they closed their eyes, not daring to look at the scene in front of them.

As the gunfire subsided, a figure stood unharmed before Shen Hongyuan.

The night wind didn't even move; he simply opened his mouth and palm, and a bullet appeared in his hand.

As his inner force surged forth, the bullet was crushed into dust by the night wind, and Shen Hongyuan was horrified.

"Is...is this kid even human?"

"Slap!" Ye Feng slapped Shen Hongyuan across the face, and the dozens of men in black were too scared to step forward.

He could only watch as the richest man in Yuncheng was slapped so hard he coughed up blood.

"How does the Shen family of Yuncheng compare to Zhao Wuji?"

Night Wind's eyes were like an eagle's, and Shen Hongyuan scrambled to his feet in fright: "You..."

"Zhao Wuji is highly respected and extremely powerful. He is one of the four grandmasters of Nanjiang. Who can compare to him?"

"If I can kill him, then tell me, can I kill you?" These words terrified Shen Hongyuan, causing him to tremble with fear.