208 Qiandao Liu picked up the scraps, using his physical body to transform the demonic spirit.
Chu Feng's group had strolled over; the two places weren't far apart, the main thing was to survey the city's situation carefully.
They had just walked near the Han Clan headquarters when a luxury car sped past Chu Feng—apparently a messenger from the Chamber of Commerce heading to report to President Fang Zheng.
Chu Feng glanced inside: the driver's face turned pale, nearly crashing into a house.
Long Bing wanted to block the car, but Chu Feng waved him back.
Chu Feng wanted to see how the president would react.
The driver braked in a panic and practically rolled out of the car, utterly flustered.
He kept pointing at Chu Feng's group; President Fang Zheng seemed to slap him across the face.
"A mere junior dares hurt my son—tired of living!" Fang Zheng glared at Chu Feng.
Several dozen men rushed over with machetes; Fang Zheng was old yet still hot-tempered.
Jiang San was unarmed and hurried to hide inside the car; Long Bing, however, cracked his knuckles.
These lackeys weren't worth Chu Feng's personal move—Qing Ying just flickered and they all hit the ground.
Fang Zheng's head was full of rage; his son was probably in the ICU, so he spoke no nonsense, bent on revenge.
Rifles—who expected factions in Tianyang to have those? The Tang Clan normally forbade small cities to stock them.
They were usually black-market goods with limited power.
Besides, while they could be used in ordinary private fights, against a cultivator like Chu Feng they were useless.
Bullets spat continuously from Fang Zheng's gun.
Chu Feng's eyes locked ahead, his right hand slowly extending; as the bullets neared, he twisted his wrist.
The shells all landed in his palm!
"Don't bluff if you've got no skill." Chu Feng slowly tipped the shells out.
Fang Zheng's aging body had almost no cultivation left; one punch to the chest left him half-paralyzed.
The Zhengyang Chamber of Commerce sign was officially hung inside the Tang-Shen Group.
Only now did Six-Star Society's President Zuo Xing step out of his car, looking very calm.
"I thought you were strong, but you only bully an old man," Zuo Xing sneered.
"Your death is near; don't forget I tracked you here," Chu Feng said coldly, ready to tear him apart.
"Naïve—do you think you'd have walked this far without me clearing the path? With your strength it's impossible," Zuo Xing boasted.
"Big words—can you even beat me? Your Six-Star Society is already history," Chu Feng laughed.
"Then let me show you the price of provoking me." Zuo Xing exploded in rage.
Yet instead of stepping forward, Long Bing silently stabbed a knife into Chu Feng's back.
A mole!
The so-called younger brother of Long Shuisheng sent by the Long family was actually a spy!
Long Bing thought he'd stabbed Chu Feng, pulled the blade out, stabbed again, blood spraying everywhere.
"I'm telling you, Chu Feng, you're only alive because Qing Ying guards you; catch you off guard and you're dead."
Jiang San thought Chu Feng was finished, yet he stood up again.
"Could this be the Tang Clan's secret art, the False Body?" Long Bing's face paled, beads of sweat rolling.
"Impossible! The False Body requires long training after coming of age in the Tang Clan—kicked out days ago, how could you learn it?"
Zuo Xing screamed; he was sure Chu Feng was dead.
"It's all illusion!" Zuo Xing roared—he still hadn't seen Chu Feng's true body.
"You're fated never to see my real body; I mastered False Body at five."
Chu Feng said casually, then quietly pressed a dagger to Zuo Xing's throat and slit it smoothly.
Zuo Xing never imagined he'd die so inexplicably.
Long Bing lost all will to resist; he knew betrayal meant death, having watched many perish at Chu Feng's hands.
Now Long Bing truly understood Chu Feng's terrifying strength.
Chu Feng didn't kill him immediately; instead he dialed Long Batian.
"Your son tried to back-stab me at the crucial moment—how will you answer for it?" Chu Feng was simply observing Jianghu courtesy.
"How could that be? Tell me why," Long Batian fretted; begging was pointless—great clans didn't do that.
Chu Feng switched to speaker and held the phone toward Long Bing.
Long Bing blurted, "It's the Li Family's scheme! Ever since you arranged to bring my sister back, they set this up—the seals here were only posted recently."
"Why help them? You're harming your sister!" Long Batian raged.
"I had no choice—between my sister and the Long family foundation I had to sacrifice one. I'm sorry, Sister. The Li Family has infiltrated us."
"I'm curious what secret Long Shuisheng carries that the Li Family wants her back in the capital so badly they'd move against the Longs," Chu Feng said, eyes steely.
Long Batian and Long Bing, both insiders, naturally had no idea.
"Patriarch Long, I keep my word: within a day I'll give you a basic result. Today I won't take your son's life—just his left arm."
Chu Feng had no fondness for the Long family; only Long Shuisheng's slight karmic tie earned them this favor.
"Thank you, President Tang," Long Batian exhaled—at least his son was safe.
Call ended; Chu Feng blinked, and Long Bing's left arm fell severed.
"Return to Zhonghai; Patriarch Long will secretly send someone to fetch you," Chu Feng said flatly.
"Thank you for sparing my life," Long Bing muttered through gritted teeth, staggering away.
The Tie Family cowered like turtles; the Li Family tried to bind Chu Feng and the Longs together—every old foe of the Tang Clan now squeezed this supposed soft persimmon.
Having crushed the Zhengyang Chamber and the Six-Star Society, Chu Feng now controlled both Zhonghai and Tianyang, yet he wasn't satisfied—he still hadn't dragged out a single Li Family member.
Jiang San crawled from the corner like a worm—undeniably another Li Family planted mole.
"Choose how to die—my final mercy to you," Chu Feng said coldly.
"All my black-market company contracts are on this flash drive—take them and spare me!" Jiang San kowtowed, forehead thudding against the ground, terrified of death.
Chu Feng shook his head; Jiang San's fate ended there.
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