The Strongest Urban Son-in-law-Chapter 687 - 706: Youthful Vigor【First Update】
Chapter 687: Chapter 706: Youthful Vigor【First Update】
Sanjing Ichikawa’s attitude was extremely tough and arrogant, and his message was very clear.
Ye Feng had no right to become the manager of West Street. With their strength, their fists, they could change the rules, which meant they could break the old rules to stop Ye Feng from becoming the manager of West Street.
After hearing Sanjing Ichikawa’s words, Zhou Mengyu and Youcheng Chiyoda both started to panic.
Youcheng Chiyoda looked at Youcheng Wanhao and said, "Dad, my boss has already become the head of the Kyoto Martial Arts Society. According to the rules, then my boss should be the head of our Martial Arts Club, right? How could you just stand by and watch Mr. Sanjing Ichikawa and Mr. Matsuboto Tenrou interfere? Please help and say something!"
The look in Youcheng Wanhao’s eyes was one of disdain. He hadn’t given Ye Feng so much as a glance from the beginning, not taking Ye Feng seriously at all. Youcheng Wanhao indifferently said, "Sanjing Ichikawa and Matsuboto Tenrou are right. A person from Dragon Country has no qualifications to be the manager of West Street. On this matter, I support the two of them!"
Sanjing Ichikawa chuckled and then looked at Ye Feng, "Kid, I know you’re discontented, but what’s the use of that? Who made you a lowly person from Dragon Country? What qualifications does a lowly Dragon person have to manage West Street? Leave, and never show up here again. This isn’t a place for an insignificant lowly Dragon person like you!"
Sanjing Ichikawa, with each mention of ’lowly Dragon person,’ made Zhou Mengyu’s face turn extremely ugly. She felt like exploding with rage and cursing out loud at Sanjing Ichikawa. Nevertheless, she held herself back. Zhou Mengyu wouldn’t let a moment of impulse ruin the plans, and without Ye Feng’s orders, she absolutely wouldn’t act rashly. ƒreewebηoveℓ.com
Ye Feng remained calm, standing still without any intention of leaving.
Seeing that Ye Feng was unwilling to leave, Sanjing Ichikawa coldly said, "Kid, hurry up and leave. There’s a saying in your Dragon Country, ’not appreciating the favor given.’ That’s exactly what your behavior signifies. Go already!"
However, Ye Feng was still at ease, standing there without a hint of disturbance in his eyes, showing no signs of emotional fluctuation. Ye Feng spoke up indifferently, "What if I don’t leave?"
"Not leaving?" Sanjing Ichikawa, Matsuboto Tenrou, and others sneered disdainfully, "If you don’t leave, you’ll be responsible for the consequences. Of course, the consequences aren’t something a lowly Dragon person like you could bear!"
After Sanjing Ichikawa affirmed so, Ye Feng’s mouth lifted slightly into a relaxed smile, "I see. So that’s how it is. Well, I’ll give you an opportunity then. Sanjing Ichikawa, Matsuboto Tenrou, Youcheng Wanhao, submit to me. Kneel down, beg for mercy, swear loyalty to me, and I’ll spare your lives..."
"What!" Upon hearing Ye Feng’s words, everyone was taken aback, their eyes revealing shock, looking at Ye Feng as if they had misheard, their hearts creating waves of uproar.
Even Youcheng Chiyoda was stunned, not expecting Ye Feng to utter such arrogant words. After all, the three of them were great powers at the level of Innate Perfection, and additionally, they were Family Heads from R country’s top-tier wealthy families. The three men’s status and power were beyond what ordinary people could imagine, yet Ye Feng had the audacity to ask them to kneel and beg for mercy and submit.
"Is this bastard crazy, or did I hear wrong?" The onlookers exchanged glances amongst themselves, their eyes filled with doubt.
A murderous intent flashed in Matsuboto Tenrou’s eyes as he glared at Ye Feng and spoke lightly, "Kid, what did you just say? I didn’t hear clearly. Do you dare to repeat it?"
Ye Feng said indifferently, "Are you deaf, or have your ears been clogged by filth for so long? I said, what qualifications do you pathetic creatures have to talk about power in front of me? You’re not worthy! Kneel down, beg for mercy, acknowledge your mistakes, submit to me, and I’ll let you off, sparing you a path to life!"
"What!" In an instant, the entire meeting room erupted, everyone’s eyes filled with shock as they looked at Ye Feng, believing he must have gone mad to make such an arrogant statement.
Nevertheless, Ye Feng still wore an expression of ease, as if he had stated something very simple and casual, nothing that Ye Feng felt was worth boasting about.
"This bastard’s gone insane!" The surrounding people looked at Ye Feng in shock, their eyes showing utter disbelief.
"Damn bastard, are you seeking death?" Sanjing Ichikawa’s fury could no longer be contained, and he bellowed angrily.
A thick murderous intent filled his eyes, his aura like an endless storm, ready to tear Ye Feng apart, with a Grandmaster’s dignity bearing down on Ye Feng, causing ripples in the space around him.
However, Ye Feng remained at ease, utterly unaffected.
Matsuboto Tenrou’s gaze was icy cold, filled with murderous intent, as he spoke slowly, "Bastard, you will be responsible for the words you have spoken!"
And yet, Ye Feng responded lightly, "You lot, nothing more than country hicks and mutts, haven’t got the right to scare me. Kneel, submit, my patience is limited, or else, death!"
"Insane, this kid’s absolutely insane!" The crowd was shocked to watch Ye Feng, finding it unbelievably laughable.
They were aware there were at least fifty Martial Artists present, the weakest among them being at the later stages of Inner Strength and the three strongest Family Heads whose power had reached Innate Perfection. They were Half-step Legendary Grandmasters who had comprehended some aspect of Conception.
Ye Feng dared to challenge them, which, in their eyes, was sheer suicide.
Even in Youcheng Wanhao’s eyes, a thick murderous intent emerged as he spoke slowly, "Young man, being too hotheaded isn’t a good thing. This could lead to the loss of your own life, you know?"
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