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

Ye Feng subsequently left the Elegant Bamboo Residence, and as for Commander Xia of the Southern Territory, he wanted to follow along but was refused.

Helpless, Commander Xia left the private room without a word.

In truth, he naturally wished to follow this younger yet most potential king from high above, but Commander Xia also knew that even though his own skills were decent, after the previous incident, it was impossible for him to become the confidant of the other party.

In other words, the Northern Border King wouldn't accept him, and it was already a mercy that he wasn't killed.

"Who would've thought that the Northern Border King would come to the Southern Territory so quietly? It seems the Southern Territory will not be peaceful for long!"

Commander Xia smiled bitterly as he sat in the car, but soon he thought of a key point, "This King of the Southern Territory is said to be wise and god-like, comparable to a Celestial God descending to earth, so why is he a wheelchair-bound cripple with broken legs?"

For a moment, Commander Xia considered using his contacts to investigate, but after giving it some thought, he decided against it.

"Forget it, I'll do my best with my duties, as for the rest, I don't want to invite disaster upon myself!"

Commander Xia sat in the back seat with his eyes closed, while the two Southern Territory attendants, though very curious as to why their commander had respectfully seen off the wheelchair-bound youth upon his departure, found it quite unscientific.

Of course, this was a question that, although the subordinates were curious about, they would never dare to ask outright.

The car soon returned to the Jiang Family home, where Jiang Youcai and several Jiang Family elders stood at the gate to welcome him.

"Commander Xia is back. You've worked hard. Surely the issue has been resolved by now? That Ye Feng, the Mad Son-in-law of the Hong Family, is probably already thrown into the Southern River and fed to the fishes, right?" Jiang Youcai cheerfully approached to open the door.

Without a word, Commander Xia kicked him, sending him sprawling on the ground.

"Get lost, you damn dog, you almost got me killed!"

Swearing angrily, Commander Xia still seemed unable to let it go and kicked Jiang Youcai three meters away again.

The people from the Jiang Family looked at each other but didn't dare to utter a word.

Commander Xia strode into the interior, heading straight to the backyard.

Jiang Yicai, due to his broken leg, could only sit in a wheelchair, but having already received a call from Jiang Youcai, he dared not speak when Commander Xia entered.

After entering, Commander Xia first poured himself a cup of tea, tossed his head back, drank it in one gulp, and then slumped onto the sofa.

Jiang Yicai looked at him and finally couldn't help but ask, "Could it be that even Commander Xia couldn't handle that Ye Feng, the Frenzied Son-in-Law of the Hong Family?"

Commander Xia glared at him sharply, his small, mouse-like eyes showing a murderous intent. However, it was gone in an instant, replaced by a cold voice asking, "Let me ask you, does your Jiang Family still wish to seek revenge?"

Jiang Yicai gritted his teeth, "He killed several of our clan elders, we have an irreconcilable enmity with him; of course, we can't let it go unavenged!"

"He killed your clan elders, and that's putting it mildly!"

With a cold snort, Commander Xia stood up and said word for word, "Jiang Yicai, I am telling you now, give up that thought immediately, or it's not just you, but your entire line, or even your whole clan, might be annihilated!"

Jiang Yicai shuddered, blurting out, "Is this man truly so terrifying? I implore Commander Xia to enlighten me on his background!"

Commander Xia suddenly chuckled bitterly, shaking his head, "His background, I cannot tell you, and you don't have the right to know anyway. However, I can tell you that he is someone you cannot afford to provoke!"

"Don't say you can't provoke him, even I don't have the ability to lift a finger against him. That's all I have to say, I take my leave!"

After saying that, Commander Xia turned to leave, but when he reached the door, he suddenly paused without turning around, "Oh, and after today, you won't need to return to the Southern Territory!" Having said that, he walked away without looking back.

Hearing this, Jiang Yicai felt as if his backbone had been pulled out, his body going limp, as he slumped in his wheelchair. He sat there silently watching the fading figure of Commander Xia, his eyes filled with despair.

He knew it was over, not just for himself, but for the Jiang Family as well!

Commander Xia strode away from the Jiang house; during this period, Jiang Youcai wanted to retain him several times. However, after seeing the murderous look in the other's eyes, he held back in the end.

Of course, Commander Xia didn't leave the Southern River Region Jiangnan Province directly to return to the base camp in the Southern Territory. He had to wait here because the Northern Border King had instructed him to do so. As for how long he had to wait, he didn't know and didn't dare to ask.

At this very moment, the provincial city of the Southern River Region Jiangnan was welcoming a group of uninvited, powerful guests: the entourage from the Murong Prince Mansion of East of the River!

Several black top-level luxury cars, after several hours of travel, finally got off the highway and headed straight for the heart of the provincial city.

Young Head of the Gusu Murong Family sat in the back seat of the central car when suddenly, an idea struck him, and he gestured, "Stop for a moment, change course to the Martial Alliance of Southern River Region Jiangnan."n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

In the passenger seat of the car, a young Murong Family Member spoke, "Father, why change our course suddenly? Wasn't it agreed that we'd go directly to our destination, kill that surnamed Ye, the Mad Son-in-law of the Hong Family, and then bring the boy's head back to hang at the mansion gate?"

This young Murong was tall and mighty, as well as handsome—he was Murong Hai's eldest son, Murong Yi. As the eldest, according to the Gusu Murong ancestral laws, he was the primary heir to the family's leadership.

Naturally, Murong Yi had a not insignificant talent for martial arts. Now barely past his twenty-eighth year, he had already broken through to Inner Strength half a month ago, becoming a true Grandmaster. Such talent was considered quite outstanding among his peers.

Without any unforeseen circumstances, he would be the head of the Gusu Murong Family for who knows how many generations and might even become the King of East River!

Thus, when it came to beheading the rival, Murong Yi felt at ease, as if it were as commonplace to him as eating and drinking. He was somewhat disdainful, even feeling that it was making too much ado about nothing.

After all, they were dealing with a cripple with a broken leg; the family had actually dispatched three Grandmasters for this task, and that wasn't all—they even called upon two retainers!

At that moment, those two retainers were sitting in the back seat of the car behind him, one thin and one fat. The thin one had a slender figure, whereas the fat one was rather short.

These two were the retainers of the Gusu Murong King's Mansion. To be able to serve as retainers to the mansion, they naturally could not be mediocre. At that moment, both were reclining in their seats with closed eyes, resting, yet their bodies radiated an aura of menace.

What was more dreadful was that the two in the driver and passenger seats were shivering with cold. Despite it being the peak of summer and the air conditioning not set especially low, they felt extremely cold, as if chilled to the bone.

The whole car seemed to be filled with a sinister cold air, which, astonishingly, seemed to emanate from the breaths of these two retainers of differing heights!

In the leading car, Murong Hai frowned slightly and laughed, "Though I am not gifted in Martial Dao talent, thankfully I still have a bit of a head for business. Our Murong branch in the Southern River Region has suffered a setback, but for us at the Murong King's Mansion, this is a rare opportunity."

Murong Yi didn't understand his father's scheme, so he simply frowned slightly and listened on.

Murong Hai sneered slightly and continued, "As the saying goes, 'You can't make an omelet without breaking eggs.' Over the years, due to the deep-rooted influence of the Four Great Families, we at the Murong King's Mansion have tried several times to extend our reach and control over the Southern River Region, but we've returned frustrated each time. Now, however...

things are different, the situation has changed!"

Murong Yi finally understood, and his eyes suddenly lit up, "Father means to say, we at the Murong King's Mansion can take this opportunity to gather these families and thereby achieve the goal of controlling the Southern River Region?"

"Naturally, that's half of the properties of several major families! With these, our strength at the Murong King's Mansion can rise to the next level, and then it might not be impossible to stand toe-to-toe with the King of the Eastern Border!"

"According to intelligence, the headquarters of that foundation is located at the Martial Alliance of Southern River Region Jiangnan. Presumably, the representatives of those major families are there right now, busy discussing how to transfer their assets into the foundation. So, Father, is this why you changed course to the Martial Alliance of Southern River Region Jiangnan?" Discover hidden tales at empire

"Indeed, let's head to the Martial Alliance of Southern River Region Jiangnan forthwith. Compared to these big fat lambs, what does a small Mad Son-in-law of the Hong Family count for? First we'll gather these wealthy clans, then it'll be a simple matter to dispose of that Ye fellow!"

"Father is wise; truly the 'Living Zhuge Liang,' the 'Fan Li of the business world'!" Murong Yi praised repeatedly, fully flushed with excitement.

The cars immediately changed direction and sped toward the Martial Alliance of Southern River Region Jiangnan.

And as for all of this, the person in question, Ye Feng, naturally knew nothing. Of course, he didn't care. To him, this Gusu Murong King's Mansion, though known as the King of East River, was just a somewhat stronger crawler in his eyes.