For money, Qin Feng actually didn’t have much of a concept—when he heard that he had become a rich second-generation heir, it only stirred up a small spark of excitement. After all, at the age of five, he was captured and brought to the Isle of Death. Although he frequently underwent training in endurance, including fasting, coping with water shortages, cold weather, and extreme heat, everything on the island was supplied strictly—no personal responsibility for consumption. As he grew older, he faced an ever-increasing number of life-and-death challenges, all of which served one singular purpose: survival. Once he became a skilled assassin, each mission brought him a corresponding reward—from several tens of thousands to eventually hundreds of thousands of euros—and his value on the Isle of Death rose faster than anyone else’s. Thus, whether or not he was considered a rich second-generation heir didn’t matter much to him. The very reason why he rushed so eagerly back to China after destroying the Isle of Death stemmed from a deep-seated sense of familial affection that had been quietly simmering within him. Now, upon hearing the news of his father’s passing, that long-held belief suddenly crumbled half away. Over the years, he had imagined countless scenes of reuniting with his parents—no matter how ordinary their lives remained compared to ten years ago. He still managed to suppress his sorrow and asked with a steady voice: “Then, what about Qin Wei’s wife, Wu Shan?” “Doesn’t Qin Wei’s wife call herself Wu Shan?” Fang Yuan scratched his head, then turned to his daughter and asked, “What did she go by, exactly?” Fang Fang answered without hesitation: “She’s called Cheng Mei. Right now, she’s in the middle of a split with several shareholders—without the support from Ms. Mei and Mr. Hou at the top levels, the company would have fallen apart long ago.” How could Qin Feng possibly have mistaken his mother’s name? He could swear to heaven that he had never heard of Cheng Mei before. Just as he was about to ask further questions, a sharp, urgent screech of brakes rang out. He looked up—several minivans had stopped in formation under the leadership of one executive vehicle at the intersection. The doors opened, and dozens of individuals holding steel poles and machetes stepped forward one after another. Fang Fang pulled his arm insistently: “Oh no—it’s Chen Hu’s people! Qin Feng, hurry—otherwise lives will be lost!” Qin Feng remained calm, shook his head gently, and smiled reassuringly: “Don’t worry—I’m confident these lesser figures won’t pose a serious threat. Fang Fang, you and your uncles and aunts go inside—the outside matters are mine.” Li Ru was naturally timid; upon hearing this, she quickly grabbed her daughter and husband and rushed them indoors. In contrast, Fang Fang proved far more considerate—eventually, she was physically pulled into the house by Li Ru and Fang Yuan together. The scene around them became chaotic as people scrambled to escape from nearby stalls. Qin Feng looked up at the grayish-black sky, thinking: These folks have arrived exactly when he needed them—now that he’s truly desperate for a good outlet for his energy. Not far away, Chen Bao, who had just sustained a few scrapes on his face, told his brother Chen Hu: “It was that young man who knocked me down. Brother, I may be able to bear the blow, but if I don’t completely sideline him today, where will my dignity go? The people of Old Third Street won’t stand for it!” Chen Bao wasn't entirely lacking in charm—awarely, he deflected Chen Feng’s personal grievance and transferred it directly onto Chen Hu. Chen Hu was a man in his thirties with several deep scars across his face; he raised his hands with authority: “Get rid of that young man, and destroy Fang Family’s stall as well!” The dozen or so younger men surged forward enthusiastically—exactly the kind of behavior they favored when facing someone of higher rank, especially in front of their boss, which was a chance to truly shine. The lead subordinate raised his pole, ready to deliver some sharp words of complaint and then join his companions in attacking. But just as his upper lip parted from his lower one—before he could utter a single sound—Qin Feng moved. He took a step forward at a speed that was utterly imperceptible to the human eye, then executed an even faster kick. Boom! The young man’s chest bore the force of the blow; his body then flew like a kite whose string snapped, soaring past the shoulders of over a dozen people and landing on the road some fifteen meters away, his head tilting sharply as he instantly lost consciousness. Throughout it all, he never uttered a single sound. Everyone present stood stunned—some didn’t even catch the precise motion—and yet, with such a light touch, the man had been propelled over fourteen meters—this was clearly the work of a master martial artist! How could they bear to watch this? All these men had families—what if someone suffered lasting injuries or worse? Chen Hu also gasped in surprise; when he looked at his younger brother Chen Bao, he noticed that he was nearly on the ground, supported by others. Previously, Chen Bao had been the one receiving blows and thus had been granted some leniency—only now, as Qin Feng took a single step forward and then executed a pad-step followed by a swift kick to his right leg, though the movement was fast enough for him to see clearly, it left him utterly stunned. Qin Feng was furious at his father’s passing—he had no intention of leaving behind anyone who stood in awe before him. Boom…plop… No one managed to execute even a single move against Qin Feng—within what seemed like just an instant, Chen Hu’s strongest dozen men lay motionless on the ground. A series of piercing cries echoed from the scene; Chen Bao trembled uncontrollably—he had never felt such an overwhelming sense of failure before. Yesterday, while dining at a food stall, he had casually seen Fang Fang—her elegance was absolutely stunning—and immediately fell in love. That night, he couldn’t sleep through the entire evening. Today, when it grew dark, he brought his group over specifically with that intention. His plan was simple: gently pressure the couple of the Fang family so their daughter would naturally become involved and eventually marry into his household. He learned from prior inquiries that the Fang couple were timid and cautious—combined with Chen Hu’s established reputation in Old Third Street, he believed no one would dare to interfere. Yet, he hadn’t anticipated Qin Feng’s arrival at all. Chen Hu seized a steel pole from one of his subordinates and strode confidently toward Qin Feng—he was the only one among the group trained as a martial artist. A martial artist fundamentally differs from ordinary people—not only in demeanor but also in technique—his presence radiates authority, and when he moves, it’s guided by clear structure. Unlike those others who merely delivered straight punches with clumsy effort. “Excellent!” said Qin Feng after dispatching the last man still standing, evading Chen Hu’s initial overhead strike and then delivering a powerful roundhouse punch. Chen Hu watched the entire sequence clearly—he could have managed to step aside, yet found himself completely unable to react at all. All his life, he had considered himself technically competent—though perhaps not on par with a master, still well within the realm of an accomplished martial artist. Now, for the first time, he truly understood what it felt like to watch something unfold vividly in front of him and yet be utterly helpless. Boom! The force of the punch struck his lower abdomen—so powerful that Chen Hu staggered backward several paces before collapsing into a hunched position, like an octopus lying flat on the ground. Even the martial artist was defeated—just one move. The three members of the Fang family inside the building were astonished—they would have thought they were watching a scene from a movie if it weren’t for their direct eyewitness experience. Li Ru clutched her husband’s hand, her voice trembling: “Ah—I remember now! The wife who joined Qin Wei later was Cheng Mei—the first wife was Wu Shan. They had a son too—he was quite clever. Around fifteen years ago, the child was abducted by a labor contractor and, shortly after that, Wu Shan passed away—after which Qin Wei began establishing his business and building his fortune.” Ohhh…ohhh… The sound of sirens grew louder; Qin Feng’s face expressed a quiet smile—a dog had arrived at last? Share this book This book is from