Super War God in the City

Chapter 40 The Matter is Settled

Xu Xiaotian wore a conflicted expression; after all, it was his son and he found it hard to proceed.

"Dad..." Xu Sicong panicked.

"This morning, in consideration of Zhou Zhenxiong’s face, I gave him one opportunity, but your son didn’t cherish it. First, he broke a contract with my wife’s company, and just now, he even tried to break my leg!" Ling Fan narrated calmly.

Upon hearing this, Xu Xiaotian’s heart raced. He hadn’t anticipated that this scourge had not just offended Ling Fan once, but repeatedly.

Knowing that today if he couldn’t satisfy Ling Fan, not to mention the Xu Family going bankrupt, it was also uncertain whether this scourge could even save his life.

He made a decisive decision, hardening his heart.

"Snap!"

"Ah!"

Xu Xiaotian mercilessly stepped on Xu Sicong’s arm, breaking it. An arm could be reattached, and given that he was somewhat measured in his action, with the Xu Family’s financial resources, there would likely be no long-lasting consequences.

The onlookers swallowed hard, feeling a chill at the bottom of their hearts, and looked at Ling Fan with a renewed sense of dread.

"Young Master Ling, what do you think?" Xu Xiaotian asked cautiously.

Ling Fan glanced sideways at Xu Sicong. With his keen eyesight, how could he not see that Xu Xiaotian had been merciful?

"You stepped on the wrong one just now—it’s the other one!" Ling Fan scoffed.

Xu Xiaotian: "..."

The onlookers: "..."

Even Xiao Chubing, Yun Fei, and others felt as if a flock of crows had just flown past.

Xu Sicong was almost in tears, "Dad, don’t listen to him, you didn’t step on the wrong one, it’s this hand..."

"Oh, that might be, I must have remembered it wrong, sorry!" Ling Fan smiled.

Xu Xiaotian wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and let out a long sigh of relief, realizing that Ling Fan was reminding him of his earlier leniency.

"Young Master Ling, my son has greatly offended you, I’m willing to compensate, five billion, what do you think?" Xu Xiaotian said, his heart bleeding, just wanting to be let off the hook.

Ling Fan didn’t nod, but added, "Your son has been harassing my wife for a while now!"

Xu Xiaotian stiffly said, "Young Master Ling, I forgot to calculate the emotional damages to President Xiao just now. Ten billion, how about that?"

"Chen Ling, give your account number to President Xu!" Ling Fan ordered.

Chen Ling had already been stunned, but upon Ling Fan’s prompt, she hurriedly responded, "Oh, oh..."

It wasn’t long before Xu Xiaotian had someone complete the transfer.

"It... it’s transferred!" Chen Ling verified the string of zeros several times.

Ling Fan also kept his promise and sent a message to Vermilion Bird immediately.

Xu Xiaotian felt a huge relief, "Thank you, Young Master Ling!"

"Take your son and get out. If you and your son ever feel strong enough, you can come at any time for revenge!" Ling Fan said indifferently, glancing at Xu Xiaotian.

Xu Xiaotian bowed deeply, "Rest assured, Young Master Ling, from now on, the Xu Family will regard seeing Young Master Ling as if they were seeing me!"

After Xu Xiaotian and the others left, everyone in the hall focused their attention on Feng Qiang, who had previously claimed he would kill Ling Fan.

Zhang Xu’s mindset broke down again, collapsing on the floor, muttering repeatedly, "How could this happen? How could this happen?"

Feeling the intense scrutiny, Feng Qiang felt an overwhelming pressure. He hadn’t felt much previously, but now he had seen Xu Sicong’s fate.

He immediately looked at the collapsed Zhang Xu, a hint of resentment in his eyes. Clearly, the current situation was nothing like Zhang Xu had described before; that so-called last opportunity was utter nonsense.

If it wasn’t for seeing Zhang Xu’s terrified, nearly lifeless appearance, he might even suspect that Ling Fan had deliberately set him up using this man.

Just then, He Feichen walked out and stepped up to Feng Qiang.

"Who are you? What do you want?" Feng Qiang wondered, puzzled.

"You just insulted me!"

Feng Qiang frowned, "Is there something wrong with your brain? I don’t even know you, when did I insult you?"

He Feichen pointed at Ling Fan, "The one you provoked just now, he’s my boss!"

Speaking of which, he pointed at Zhou Tianlu, "And the one you just insulted, he’s my brother!"

"According to what you just said, doesn’t that make me a dog too?" He Feichen pointed to his own nose.

Feng Qiang was going crazy, "What kind of logic is that? But it seems like there are no faults to pick!"

The onlookers were also exchanging glances, even Ling Fan found it somewhat absurd yet amusing.

"Are you sick? Are you trying to oppose the Feng Family?" He couldn’t figure out who this man was, and in a critical moment, he could only pull out the Feng Family as his amulet.

"Heh, oppose? Go to hell!"

"Bang!"

He Feichen kicked Feng Qiang in the chest, sending him flying, though he did not take his life!

Feng Qiang was completely stunned, spewing a mouthful of fresh blood midair, feeling as though a giant rock had struck his chest, not knowing how many ribs were broken.

"Damn it, dare to offend my boss, listen well, go back and tell your daddy, the one who hit you is He Feichen, want to seek revenge, just come to Zhongnan to find the He Family!" He Feichen snorted coldly, full of disdain.

After finishing speaking, he then turned around to face Ling Fan, cautiously saying, "Boss, I didn’t do anything wrong just now, did I?"

Ling Fan nodded, not knowing what to say, "Fine!"

"Yun Fei, sorry for disrupting your auction," Ling Fan still felt somewhat apologetic.

Yun Fei dared not accept Ling Fan’s apology, "Young Master Ling, you’re putting pressure on me!"

"Heh, let’s not talk about that, once you’re ready, just notify Xiao Chubing!" Ling Fan said with a smile.

Then, he said to the two women behind him, "Let’s go back!"

Yun Fei’s face flushed, silently thinking, "Young Master Ling is too hasty!"

Just then, a few more people rushed into the door frantically.

"Young Master Feng, Young Master Feng, there has been a problem, the Family Head asks you to give up the auction, transfer the funds to the corporation account immediately!" A young man rushed in first.

Upon seeing Feng Qiang lying on the ground, he was startled, "Young master, what happened to you?"

Feng Qiang, seeing the person was a servant of the family, immediately gathered some energy, "Wang Shun, what happened, take me to the hospital first!"

"The residential project in West Mountain developed by our family has been reported for quality issues, it has already made a scene, the family urgently needs funds to manage!" Wang Shun said in haste.

"Is it just about these ten billion?" The lingering effects of He Feichen’s kick were starting to show.

Feng Qiang felt a piercing pain spreading across his body, sweat breaking out on his forehead.

"All family funds have their uses, only the cash in your hands can be used for emergencies, the Family Head is already furious.

By the way, there are still thirty billion in liquid assets in your company account, the Family Head has ordered you to transfer it immediately!" Wang Shun was genuinely anxious.

"When I came out, the Family Head was furious, he even smashed several of his favorite antique porcelain vases, the losses this time are no less than ten billion, possibly even more, it could even cripple the entire family."

Upon hearing this, Feng Qiang’s eyes nearly popped out, his company account was empty? A total of forty billion, all spent on bidding for ’Huang Laoji’.

At that moment, he gasped for breath and directly spit out a mouthful of blood, fainting.

"Young master, young master, what’s wrong with you..." Wang Shun was almost crying, hastily calling people to carry Feng Qiang to the hospital.

The people present were dumbfounded, not understanding what had happened.

Just then, Ling Fan’s phone rang, and he answered.

"Beiming, the matter with the Feng Family’s West Mountain property project has been handled!" Vermilion Bird reported.