Urban God of War: The Live-in Son-in-law

Murong Yi wouldn't listen to anyone, as the most outstanding talent of the third generation in the Gusu Murong King's Mansion, he naturally felt he had the capital to be arrogant.

A few people had just arrived at the ferry crossing when Ye Feng and his companions had already come ashore.

Murong Yi crossed his arms and stood on a stone, looking down from above at the young man who was slowly being helped into a wheelchair, his face involuntarily revealing a sneer of contempt and mockery.

"So you are that surnamed Ye, the frenzied son-in-law of the Hong Family, a cripple with broken legs?" Murong Yi snorted coldly through his nose.

Ye Feng lifted his head and gave him a glance, but didn't speak. Against such insignificant beings like ants, he seldom opened his mouth.

Sima Zhantian shouted angrily, "Presumptuous, who are you to speak so brazenly and disrespectfully to our master?"

"Your master?"

Murong Yi laughed, a cold laugh, "If I may say so, you three attendants are probably grandmasters, following around such a crippled man with broken legs, don't you feel that your talents are being wasted?"

Upon saying this, Murong Yi puffed out his chest and proclaimed loudly, "Let me tell you, I never change my name or my surname when I sit or stand; I am Murong Yi, the genius grandmaster of the third generation of the Gusu Murong King's Mansion!"

Ye Feng laughed too, but it was a cold laugh, "Nearly thirty years old and you have only just managed to condense inner strength and become a grandmaster, yet you dare to falsely claim to be a genius?"

"Insolent, to be rude to our Young Master Murong, kneel down immediately and kowtow to admit your mistake!" a household servant of the Murong Family coldly shouted.

Ye Feng's eyes were sharp as he stared at the man, "Are you of the direct lineage of the Murong Family? That so-called Fake King of East River, what is he to you?"

"Since I am Young Master Murong, the King of East River would naturally be my grandfather!" Murong Yi said arrogantly.

However, before he could speak again, Ye Feng suddenly shouted, "Kill!"

Murong Yi was taken aback, thinking he had heard wrong, and was just about to speak when he suddenly saw a burly man, pouncing over like a tiger or a leopard.

Sima Zhantian, a Huajin grandmaster, had an exceptionally powerful qi force that was almost mystical. He was certainly not someone those junior grandmasters who had barely broken through internal strength could compare with.

The people of Murong Yi were so slow to react that they only felt an overwhelming force, making it almost impossible for them to breathe.

Immediately afterward, Sima Zhantian had seized Murong Yi by the neck.

"You dare..." Murong Yi's terrified scream changed color, however, those two words would be his last in this world.

His voice hadn't even faded away before his head had been twisted off, Sima Zhantian's figure darted away, already ten feet away. Only then did Murong Yi's headless corpse thud to the ground.

The four household servants and bodyguards of the Murong family were already pale with fear, not even daring to make a sound.

Throughout the entire process, Ye Feng couldn't even be bothered to glance their way. He simply continued to push his wheelchair along the tree-lined path, even as the corpse fell beside him, he never spared it a sideways glance.

The barking of a dog is doomed not to disturb the lion or tiger looking back!

Ye Feng slowly moved forward, Xiao Chuanqi and Seventeen followed closely behind, and Sima Zhantian, holding Murong Yi's head, lagged two steps behind. Though their group's presence seemed not massive, there was an invisible, sharp, and vast momentum about them.

Before they even approached, everyone could already hear the sound of lively conversation and laughter coming from ahead; it seemed that those gathered in the hall of the Martial Alliance headquarters were in a very good mood.

At the moment, in the reception hall of the Martial Alliance headquarters, Murong Hai was seated in the host's chair. Normally, this spot would be occupied by the Leader of the Martial Alliance, Murong Zhantian, but even though Murong Zhantian was dead and a new leader had not yet been decided upon, by the rules the seat should have remained empty for the time being.

However, Murong Hai, relying on the power of his family's backing, was clearly overstepping his bounds, acting as if he were already the Leader of the Martial Alliance of Southern River Region Jiangnan!

Seated beside Murong Hai were two venerated retainers from the Murong Prince Mansion. The hall was crowded with people, and in addition to the representatives of the Murong branch families from Southern River Region Jiangnan, representatives from prominent families like Cui Yin were also there.

Despite the two corpses of Luo Keque and Pang Youze lying in a corner of the hall, the atmosphere remained cheerful.

"Head of the Murong Family, we owe you a great debt for coming to Southern River Region Jiangnan and stabilizing heaven and earth, thus saving the industries of our great families!" Cui Hao stepped forward and clasped his hands towards Murong Hai.

"Indeed, thanks to the intervention of the Gusu Murong Family, otherwise, the industries of our prominent families here in Jiangnan would have all been seized by that Ye Feng, the Mad Son-in-law of the Hong Family. Now, we are all willing to gift one quarter of our industries to the King of East River!" the other prominent family representatives echoed in agreement.

Compared to having to give up half of their industries before, now that the King of East River was only asking for a quarter, naturally, the prominent families of Jiangnan had no objections. Moreover, from now on, having aligned themselves with the vast influence of the King of East River, they had nothing to fear.

Of course, for the Murong Prince Mansion, it wasn't that they didn't want to completely swallow up these prominent families of Jiangnan; they simply knew that too much is as bad as too little, so they decided to gradually plan and asked only for a quarter of the industries as protection fees for the time being.

This was, of course, just the first step for the Murong Prince Mansion.

The second step would be for the King of East River to pull some strings for Murong Hai to become the new Leader of the Martial Alliance for Southern River Region Jiangnan Province, undeniably strengthening the influence of the King's Mansion of East River in Jiangnan even more.

Following that, the third step would be to use a divide-and-conquer strategy, to gradually eliminate these prominent families of Jiangnan, thereby achieving the goal of the Murong Prince Mansion having uncontested control over Southern River Region Jiangnan.

It must be said that the schemes of the King's Mansion of East River were meticulously crafted, seamless in every aspect, but their human calculations could not match heavenly fate; in the end, they overlooked one thing.

Murong Hai, who sat in the main seat on the Grand Tutor Chair, snorted, "Rest assured, gentlemen, I give you my word that as long as the King's Mansion of East River stands for one day, you shall know peace for a day. As for that so-called Mad Son-in-law of the Hong Family, if he dares to come, I will ensure his head hits the ground!"n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

No sooner had he spoken these words than suddenly, a human head flew into the hall and, after landing, rolled directly to Murong Hai's feet.

Everyone was startled, and as they recognized the face of the head, an uproar broke out in the hall.

"Yi'er? What's going on, is this really Yi'er?"

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Murong Hai was first shocked, then, staring intently, he realized the truth. Shortly after, he knelt on the ground before the head, roaring with grief, "Yi'er, how could you be... Who is it, who killed my Yi'er, who!"

"It was me!" Ye Feng said coldly, then, pushing his wheelchair, entered the hall slowly, accompanied by Xiao Chuanqi and Sima Zhantian.

"It's you!" Murong Hai turned around abruptly, his eyes now bloodshot with a thick intent to kill, and he hissed through clenched teeth, "You're the Mad Son-in-law of the Hong Family, Ye Feng, you actually... actually killed my son, how dare you!"

Ye Feng looked calm and indifferent, coldly meeting the other's gaze, word by word he said, "I not only dare to kill your son, I also dare to kill you, to destroy your entire clan!"

"Kill!" Ye Feng issued the command directly, he would never hesitate or waste words on those who deserved death.

When a king erupts in anger, heads are destined to fall, blood spilling for a thousand miles!