Watching Shi Lang, who was once a commanding presence in the group, basking in the glory of his identity as the Crown Prince, now kowtowing and begging Jiang Feng with tears and snot, made the hearts of more than a dozen shareholders tremble with fear!
However, this was not surprising. Since Jiang Feng could destroy Yan Chen, what was a mere son of the Shi Family?
"I have no deep-seated hatred for you, but you touched my bottom line, so blame your own lust," Jiang Feng said mercilessly, delivering a kick straight to Shi Lang's groin.
Shi Lang screamed tragically, his whole body flying backward, crashing into the corner of the ceiling before falling down, fainting on the spot—even if he hadn't fainted from the fall, the pain would have knocked him out!
Ironically, Shi Lang had been eyeing Chu Feifei not long ago, and this kick turned him into the eunuch among eunuchs, destined to spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair.
"Does anyone else have something to say?" Jiang Feng turned his head and looked at those ten-plus shareholders.
"Mr. Jiang, we've thought it through. We are willing to sign an agreement with the Chu Family and hand over our shares."
"Yes, we had already completed our talks with Mr. Zhuge, but it was Yan Chen who caused trouble, delaying us until now."
"Rest assured, Mr. Jiang, we are sensible people. Although Shi Guanlin was our former chairman, we have no ties with the Shi Family, and his death is unrelated to us in the slightest!"
This is the so-called 'birds scatter when the tree falls.' Shi Guanlin founded the Shi Group years ago, becoming its chairman, but he didn't set it up as a family enterprise, instead distributing shares to these confidants via financing.
However, these confidants are nowhere near as loyal as the shareholders of the Black Gold Empire. They are fickle as grasses on a wall; no one would risk offending the likes of Jiang Feng, the God of Death, for a dead man, unless they had a death wish!
Jiang Feng didn't say anything further; he walked over to check on Zhuge Yuheng.
Zhuge Yuheng wasn't seriously injured. Zhong Qing had pulled his punch, but it still fractured half of Yuheng's scapula, causing unbearable pain with any movement. Zhuge Yuheng stood there with sheer willpower.
"Mr. Jiang, it's my fault; I didn't protect Fei'er well," Zhuge Yuheng said bitterly.
"It's not your fault. The Yan Family's meddling was unexpected. Leave everything here to you. Once it's settled, take care of your injuries. The Chu Family won't face any major issues in the short term," Jiang Feng said calmly.
"Understood!"
In Zhuge Yuheng's heart, there was deep respect for Jiang Feng, the Regent King. His words inspired more submission than Chu Renxiong did in the past!
Furthermore, Zhuge Yuheng couldn't even remember how many times Jiang Feng had helped the Chu Family overcome crises, accumulating countless debts of gratitude.
"I'll take Fei'er away. There are people at home worried about her."
With that, Jiang Feng walked straight out the door, taking Chu Feifei and Feng Yueji with him.
"Uncle, what did you do inside just now? Have you already avenged Gu Hong? What about Yan Chen and them?" Outside, since Jiang Feng refused to let her see, Chu Feifei was still clueless about what had transpired inside, peeking intently trying to get a glimpse.
"Don't look, it's already resolved. Leave it to Zhuge Yuheng to clean up, let's go home." Jiang Feng didn't want Chu Feifei to see the bloody scene, fearing it might traumatize her young mind, leading to nightmares.
Chu Feifei, unwilling to give up, tried to sneak another look, but Jiang Feng firmly held her and led her away.
Behind them, although Feng Yueji hadn't clearly seen what occurred inside, based on Jiang Feng's words and the noises just heard, she knew what Jiang Feng had done!
At this moment, her admiration for Jiang Feng was profoundly unbounded!
She knew that Zhong Qing's strength was not to be underestimated; at least, he could easily take care of someone like her!
Yet Jiang Feng dispatched him in an instant, which spoke volumes about Jiang Feng's formidable strength!
Following such an extraordinary mentor, Feng Yueji was willingly devoted, and besides, what woman wouldn't be drawn to a powerful man?
At this moment, Feng Yueji quietly followed behind Jiang Feng, gazing at his back, her heart stirring with mixed emotions.
The heart that had never been easily swayed by love affairs now continuously rippled with emotions.
...
East City, Yan Mountain.
Unlike Chu Renxiong, Mr. Scar, or even Feng Yueji who all lived in high-end villas in their respective territories, the Yan Family's ancestral home was perched on a mountain.
This scenic and secluded little mountain was not originally called Yan Mountain. It only gained the name because the Yan Family settled there.
Years ago, when Yan Jiu rose to prominence, he consulted a feng shui master who declared Yan Mountain the best feng shui location in all of Binhai City.
He then led his entire family here, fencing off a large area halfway up the mountain, establishing the Yan Family Castle.
This is the so-called Yan Family old residence, with various family villas nestled within.
The base of the mountain and roads up it were heavily guarded, barring outsiders. It's said that even top city officials can't enter without an invitation from the Yan Family.
At this moment, several black cars sped up the mountain road. The outposts along the way recognized them as family vehicles and did not obstruct them.
The cars drove straight into Yan Family Castle, heading directly to the core villa halfway up the mountain.
There, every light was on—it's the residence of Yan Family's current head, Yan Zhen.
The car stopped, and over twenty elite members of the Yan Family gingerly carried Yan Chen into the villa, placing him on a mat, then all knelt in anticipation of family head Yan Zhen's decision.
Yan Zhen's entire lineage was extremely shocked. Whether it was the housekeeper, servants, cooks, or bodyguards, all were dumbfounded when they saw the barely breathing person on the ground was Yan Chen!
They couldn't believe it. How did the eldest son, who left home lively and was specifically advised by the family head, end up like this?!
It was too tragic; he'd become nothing more than a meat gourd!
"Where is my Chen'er? Where is my Chen'er?"
Soon, a regal woman stumbled out of the back room inquiring urgently, and upon seeing Yan Chen on the ground, she collapsed, wailing.
"Oh heavens!!! Who dared to beat my son like this, for I have only this precious son—it's like taking my life away!!!" The woman lay on Yan Chen, crying hoarsely, nearly fainting!
She was Yan Chen's mother, surnamed Li, named Honglan, the Yan Family's current Family Head's Wife!
Soon, two men followed her out, the leading one stride confidently, his presence commanding respect—clearly a person used to wielding authority.
"Yan Zhen, come and see, your son has been crippled, crippled like this! Is this still my precious Chen'er? I cannot accept it—I cannot accept my son becoming like this!" Li Honglan stood up from the floor, clutching Yan Zhen's collar, crying out.
"Silence! I've seen it!" Yan Zhen's face was ashen. Seeing his son in such a miserable state tugged at his heart, especially since the twenty-two elite guards responsible for his safety were unscathed, yet Zhong Qing was missing, and his son was ruined!
"What exactly happened?" Yan Zhen impatiently pushed Li Honglan aside, striding forward with a menacing expression to demand answers!