The vast Chu Family estate was now eerily quiet; no one dared to speak, not even the few direct lineage members who had been extremely arrogant just moments ago. They were now as silent as dead dogs.

    Although that guy was sitting in a wheelchair, the pressure he exuded was simply immense. He was truly the embodiment of the God of Slaughter!

    Not even half an hour had passed when several luxury cars roared in from outside.

    Following that, more than a dozen individuals dressed in tight uniforms jumped out of the cars. Chu Min and the heads of the other three major families from last night were also present.

    "Well, well, who would have thought!"

    No sooner had Chu Min gotten out of the car than he ground his teeth and angrily said, "I really didn’t expect that you, the waste son-in-law of the Hong Family, would actually dare to come here!"

    Hong Zhenguo demanded, "Where is Hong Qingyan? Where is she?"

    "Bring her down!" Chu Min gave a sweeping gesture with his great hand, and two bodyguards immediately pulled Hong Qingyan from the back seat of the car.

    Although her hair was somewhat disheveled, she seemed to be unharmed. Only her hands were bound, and she looked somewhat pale.

    The people of the Chu Family were targeting Ye Feng, and using Hong Qingyan as bait. Now that Ye Feng had shown up, they naturally had no need to harm Hong Qingyan.

    Ye Feng glanced at Hong Qingyan, then swept his eyes towards the dozen or so individuals in tight uniforms. These people moved with agility and even their footsteps were more solid and stable than ordinary bodyguards, indicating they were likely from the Martial Alliance.

    "Father, Father, you’re finally back. This damned son-in-law of the Hong Family, he, he has crippled me!" Chu Xionghe cried out miserably at that moment.

    Chu Min’s expression turned even darker as he waved his hand, "Irrelevant people, get lost. Today, I have some personal matters to settle!"

    As soon as his words fell, the guests of the Chu Family as well as the servants, and even the onlookers who were there for the spectacle, all scattered like smoke.

    Ye Feng wheeled his chair forward and slowly approached Hong Qingyan, then asked, "I am truly sorry for the discomfort you’ve endured because of me. Did you lose a single hair?"

    Hong Qingyan didn’t know how to respond and after thinking for a moment, said, "I wasn’t harmed, but indeed, they did pull out some of my hair when they snatched me."

    Ye Feng nodded in response.

    By the side, Hong Zhenguo shook his head and sighed, knowing that today the Chu Family was probably done for.

    "You get in the car first, wait for me inside the car!" Ye Feng waved his hand.

    What had been a tense situation had ended abruptly, like a quick-moving storm that passed with the same speed as it had arrived.

    Ye Feng did not ask for details, because there was no need.

    And since Ye Feng did not ask, Seventeen said nothing more, even too lazy to elaborate.

    After helping Ye Feng into the car, Seventeen went back to the driver’s seat and drove off into the distance.

    The car traveled along the Jiangdu River heading upstream. Although it was a cool spring breeze and the evening air was fresh, the atmosphere inside the car seemed oppressive.

    Of course, the main ones feeling the tension were Hong Zhenguo and Hong Qingyan. Even though the car doors had been closed and their view obstructed, the sounds of the fight and the screams they had heard were enough for Hong Qingyan to imagine the scene.

    She looked at Ye Feng, wanting to say something several times, but each time she hesitated and held back.

    After thinking for a moment, Hong Zhenguo finally said, "Mr. Ye, because of this matter, we are now thoroughly at odds with the Martial Alliance. I’m afraid from their side..."

    Before he could finish, Ye Feng had already spoken, his voice as calm as ever.

    "Find an opportunity tomorrow to visit the Martial Alliance, and convey a message to the Great Grandmaster Alliance Hierarch for me."

    "Yes, what message do you need me to convey, Mr. Ye?" Hong Zhenguo asked.

    "Tell him to come see me."

    That was Ye Feng’s message, decisive and straightforward, his words exuding an intense sovereign aura.

    What to him were Martial Alliance Deputy Alliance Leaders and Great Grandmasters? In Ye Feng’s eyes, they were all but ants.

    "Yes, Mr. Ye, I will ensure your message is delivered," Hong Zhenguo replied after a long silence, finally nodding.

    All of a sudden, Ye Feng turned his head to look at Hong Qingyan and asked, "Are you tired?"

    Hong Qingyan was taken aback and blurted out, "I’m not... not tired."

    Ye Feng nodded, "Good, I’m hungry. Prepare dinner when we get back, and by the way, no big bok choy, no little bok choy either."

    Although Hong Qingyan had still been in a state of tension, she couldn’t help but let out a snort of laughter at these words.