Dragon King Palace: Urban Affluent Son-in-Law

Mo Mountain is the Yan Family's ultimate weapon!

He is considered an outlier cultivated by the Yan Family over the years, cruel by nature, and kills without blinking.

Because he has deteriorated to an uncontrollable state, he was confined in a dungeon.

Besides his murderous tendencies, Mo Mountain has one more significant trait: an insatiable appetite.

Every meal has to be delivered by the bucketful.

Once, when his meal was slightly delayed, he actually dragged the person delivering it in and ate them!

As you can see, this guy is no longer completely human.

As the dungeon door opened, the man in the golden mask entered and unlocked the chains on Mo Mountain's hands and feet.

Only then did Mo Mountain hug the wooden barrel and walk out with the man in the golden mask.

A terrifying aura of bloodthirsty savagery accompanied their exit!

The man in the golden mask led Mo Mountain out of the dungeon, activated other death soldiers, and personally led the team swiftly toward Yanchi Villa!

...

Soon, two long closed trucks drove into the gate of Yanchi Villa.

Yan Huxiong, who was drinking tea, heard the commotion and smiled at Huangfu Qingzhi, saying, "My people are here!"

Then he, along with the curious Huangfu Qingzhi and Huangfu Shiming, strode out of the main house.

Just like how Huangfu Qingzhi has Mo Li serving him, even though the Yan and Huangfu families are in-laws, they would not reveal their aces to each other unless absolutely necessary.

But now, the two families have reached a point where their lives are at stake, and they must reveal their true strength.

As the two trucks came to a stop, from the front one came eighty-eight death soldiers!

Each death soldier is different from normal people, towering, muscular, looking like battle machines, and carrying a pungent smell of blood.

From the back truck, after its closed compartment opened, only Mo Mountain came out!

"Family head, the Death Soldier Corps, totaling eighty-nine, are all assembled and, along with the two of us brothers, await your orders!"

The man in the golden mask, who got off from the cab of the first truck, walked straight to Yan Huxiong and said respectfully.

Behind him, a man wearing a silver mask also got off the second truck. This is his sworn brother and the assistant instructor of this batch of death soldiers!

"Well done!" Yan Huxiong nodded with satisfaction.

If Huangfu Qingzhi's arrival was a shot of adrenaline for him, then the arrival of the chief and assistant instructors and the Death Soldier Corps further boosted his confidence!

"In-law, how about it? The true foundation of the Yan Family isn't bad, right?" Yan Huxiong asked with a satisfied smile.

"Indeed, it's impressive."

Huangfu Qingzhi nodded approvingly and then smiled slightly: "We now have two Jianghu strange men assisting us, death soldiers, and the ultimate weapon!"

"I reckon that if Jiang Feng doesn't come, that's one thing, but if he does tomorrow, he won't have a place to die and be buried!"

...

Binhai.

Zhu Ge Yuheng's villa.

Ever since Zhuge Yi's body was brought back from the dump, Zhu Ge Yuheng had a spirit hall set up here.

Flower pool, mourning music, ice coffin, nothing was missing.

A brand new black and white portrait stood in the center of the flower pool.

In it, the young Zhuge Yi smiled brightly, handsome and charming.

The surroundings were filled with wreaths.

Although Zhu Ge Yuheng always kept a low profile and didn't deliberately hold a funeral, his influence in Binhai was too significant, and such sudden bad news couldn't be hidden from others.

After the news spread, many big figures who were on good terms with Zhu Ge Yuheng, or friends of Zhuge Yi from during his lifetime, came spontaneously to pay their respects.

Zhuge Yi's colleagues and friends, like Young Master Mao, whom Jiang Feng had met before, all wept before Zhuge Yi's portrait.

And several girls who had been close to Zhuge Yi cried their hearts out, almost fainting.

Zhou Rongfa, Jia Youcai, and other big figures of the same generation as Zhu Ge Yuheng came first to him and sorrowfully expressed their condolences.

However, they did not mention or dare to ask about the mysterious death of Zhuge Yi.

Because everyone was well aware that it probably had something to do with the Provincial City's power, and most likely with Jiang Feng or Zhu Ge Yuheng himself, which was beyond their control.

Murong Qian and Uncle Fu also came to comfort Zhu Ge Yuheng. However, Murong Qian took a secret glance at Jiang Feng and found him keeping vigil over Zhuge Yi with Chu Feifei.

She sighed lightly, a hint of worry in her eyes.

...

Tonight, Jiang Feng and the four women of Nangong Qingcheng did not leave.

Jiang Feng promised to keep vigil for Zhuge Yi all night, and since Chu Feifei was overly distressed and needed company, Nangong Qingcheng stayed with Liu Shiyuan and Zhang Qinyao to guard her.

Up until now, Chu Feifei had cried so much that she didn't know how many tears she shed, her eyes nearly dry, swollen like walnuts.

Her self-blame was unrelenting, especially when she looked at the portrait of Zhuge Yi, making her heart feel like it was being cut by a knife, in extreme agony.

Feng Yueji also didn't leave, staying close behind Jiang Feng, dutifully fulfilling the role of an apprentice.

"Everyone, tomorrow Xiaoyi will be sent for cremation, and the memorial service will start in the afternoon. Please go back now."

Seeing nightfall deeper, and with many guests still arriving to pay their respects, Zhu Ge Yuheng had to issue a guest dismissal order.

His throat was already hoarse, and his face was very haggard.

"Alright, Brother Zhuge, we'll come back tomorrow. But please, stay strong!"

The big figures nodded in acknowledgment before leaving.

Soon, in the spacious spirit hall, only Jiang Feng and his companions, along with Zhu Ge Yuheng, remained.

"Mr. Jiang, Fei'er can't hold on anymore. Please take her back; I'll handle things here," Zhu Ge Yuheng said to Jiang Feng.

"Uncle Zhuge, I'm fine..." Chu Feifei, tears dried, was again overcome by tears: "It was me who got Yi killed; I need to keep vigil for him..."

Zhu Ge Yuheng spoke bitterly: "Fei'er, I've told you, this is not your fault. It's a catastrophe no one could foresee. Maybe this was just Yi's fate..."

After he finished speaking, Zhu Ge Yuheng suddenly felt dizzy, his body swaying before falling backward.

Feng Yueji quickly moved to support him, but Zhu Ge Yuheng still fainted.

Jiang Feng knew that Zhu Ge Yuheng was exhausted. The psychological blow, coupled with severe physical exhaustion, had pushed him to the limit.

Jiang Feng personally took Zhu Ge Yuheng to a room at the back and laid him on a bed to rest.

Then, he returned to the spirit hall to continue keeping vigil.

By the middle of the night, Chu Feifei, unable to withstand it any longer, also fainted.

Jiang Feng arranged for Nangong Qingcheng and the other two women to accompany her upstairs to rest.

So now, only Jiang Feng and the ever-present Feng Yueji remained in the spirit hall.

At six in the morning, the sky began to lighten.

"Is it morning?"

Jiang Feng turned his head to gaze at the sky, his eyes narrowing with deep meaning.

"Looks like the Yan and Huangfu families are, after all, too eager to save their skins."

He had waited all night, but now the deadline was up. It was time to bring terror down on the Provincial City once more!