Feng Kun and Feng Gan, they're actually brothers.

In his previous life, he had only heard of Feng Gan; he had never heard of Feng Kun before.

If Feng Gan were famous, Feng Kun would inevitably appear in the public eye.

This likely means that Feng Kun was either no longer alive or had been arrested at that time.

But Ye Zhou still didn't understand what the situation was.

Should we plead guilty with a bundle of thorns on our backs?

Feng Kun's face was full of resentment. He was forced to kneel on the ground, but he raised his head proudly and stared intently at Ye Zhou.

Ye Zhou noticed that Feng Kun's ear was covered with a thick white gauze.

That night, he kicked Feng Kun in the dark, and as a result, the knife in Feng Kun's hand accidentally fell and landed right on his ear, right?

Ye Zhou pretended not to know and asked, "What happened? How did your brother get injured on his ear?"

Feng Gan gave Feng Kun a gloomy look. "He brought this on himself! He acted rashly and was vindictive!"

Feng Kun's scar was very noticeable; if it weren't for that scar, he would have been a handsome young man with striking features.

In fact, his appearance was not much different from Feng Gan's, except that Feng Gan was very refined, while he exuded a strong sense of roguishness.

Feng Gan shouted sternly, "Apologize to Mr. Ye now!"

Ye Zhou was startled. So all this fuss was just to make his younger brother apologize to an outsider?

Ye Zhou knew his own limitations, and besides, this was the first time the two of them had met, both in their past and present lives.

Feng Kun's chest heaved, his eyes filled with rage: "No!"

Feng Gan slammed his teacup heavily on the table: "Say that again!"

"I won't!! Why should I apologize to him? Jianglu rules, all's fair in war, a bet's a bet! He lost, I won, why should I apologize to him?"

The shiny black leather shoes made a "clack-clack" sound on the ground as one foot was raised and placed on the stubborn man's heart.

Feng Gan leaned forward slightly, his eyes filled with ruthlessness.

"I set all the rules of the underworld. Did I teach you to be vengeful? Acting so recklessly and without considering the consequences, don't tell anyone you're my brother, Feng Gan!"

Feng Kun's body trembled slightly, and his lips trembled as he looked at his older brother in disbelief.

"Brother, you weren't like this before. You used to always side with me no matter what I did. What's wrong with you now? Are you even my brother anymore?"

"Bang!—"

The horrifying scar on his face was slapped so hard that five finger marks were left on his face.

Feng Gan stared at his younger brother with his dark eyes, moved his feet away, and pulled out a handkerchief from the small pocket of his suit jacket to wipe his hands.

Then, he released his grip, and the silk handkerchief in his hand fluttered to the ground.

Feng Gan turned around and said in a ruthless voice, "Beat him until he's willing to apologize."

Feng Kun roared, "Hit me! Even if you beat me to death, I won't apologize to him!"

Feng Gan snorted coldly, "Then beat him to death!"

"ah!"

"ah!--"

"Aaaaaah!!"

The screams of Feng Gan and the sound of whips cracking echoed in the empty hall.

Ye Zhou frowned, not daring to look at the scene any longer.

He was carrying thorns on his back and was being beaten hard by two men in black beside him.

People really can be killed.

Ye Zhou glanced at Feng Gan beside him.

The hair, styled meticulously with hair wax, is jet black and shiny, a hairstyle most favored by adults in this era.

The bulging veins on his temples indicated that he wasn't as calm as he appeared.

Ye Zhou did not stop him; he realized that he was nothing more than a tool.

She was a tool used by Feng Gan to educate his younger brother.

Therefore, he has no say in the matter and shouldn't make things difficult for himself.

Feng Kun's back was quickly bruised and torn, with whip marks resembling winding snakes, a horrifying sight.

Sweat dripped from his forehead, his face was covered in sweat, but he didn't say a word of weakness, he just kept shouting and refused to admit defeat.

Ye Zhou frowned, finding it difficult to comment. This Feng Kun seemed to have some backbone.

However, his brother also seemed to have a lot of guts, and if neither of them would admit defeat, Ye Zhou had no doubt that Feng Kun would be beaten to death.

Feng Kun collapsed to the ground in pain, his face and body as if he had been drenched in a downpour.

Feng Gan looked up and continued, "Will you apologize?"

"No, no." Feng Kun's voice was already hoarse, and he could only make a weak sound.

Ye Zhou couldn't help but interject, "I don't need his apology."

Feng Gan calmly said, "Keep fighting."

Both men in black were Feng Gan's trusted confidants, and they showed no mercy when beating people.

He continued to whip Feng Kun, who was lying on the ground.

The sound of the whip cracking made Ye Zhou's scalp tingle.

I don't know how much time has passed.

"I...I apologize."

Feng Gan immediately said, "Stop!"

Feng Kun's shoulders and back were covered with red bruises, and he was helped up by two men in black.

He mumbled, "I apologize, I'm sorry."

The two men in black maintained their support for him, because if they let go, he would faint from exhaustion.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have been so vindictive, I shouldn't have acted recklessly."

Feng Gan's expression softened slightly, and he said, "If a similar incident happens again, think carefully about today."

"I see."

Feng Gan took out a new silk handkerchief from his pocket, reached out, and carefully wiped the sweat from his younger brother's face. A look of surprise flashed in Feng Kun's eyes.

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