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

Although it was still daytime, the Yingge Beautiful Club in Jiangdu was already a place filled with singing, dancing, and boisterous excitement.

Not many common people knew about this place, as the cost of entry wasn't low, but basically, those who came were influential figures in Jiangdu.

Many people knew that the entertainment club's behind-the-scenes owner was none other than the Chu Family, the only powerful clan in Jiangdu.

Seventeen pulled up the car directly to the entrance, where two security guards came over to stop them.

"Get lost if you don't want to die!"

With a fierce shout, Seventeen's gaze, filled with Cold Qi, frightened the two guards into silence.

And although the car he drove was a nanny van, it was by no means cheap—the Toyota Alphard. Usually, those who could afford such vehicles were either rich or noble.

After helping Ye Feng out of the car, Seventeen then pushed the wheelchair inside.

The two guards finally regained their composure and hurriedly made a phone call.

Soon, the security captain led a team to the hall.

"My friend, are you here to spend some money? If you're here to have fun, Yingge welcomes you both."

The captain waved his hand, and two tall women in cheongsam stepped forward to push the wheelchair.

"Get lost!" Seventeen glared with round eyes.

The captain's face immediately darkened, "Friend, it seems you're not here to play, right? Without lying to you, there are many troublemakers at Yingge on normal days, but in the end, hehe..."

He stopped there, but the implicit meaning was clear to everyone.

The mighty Chu Family was the big boss of Yingge, and on the turf of Jiangdu, those who dared to make trouble here invariably ran up against an iron wall.

"Chu Tiange is inside, right? Tell him to roll out here!" Ye Feng said.

The security captain was furious and with a big wave, he yelled, "Throw this stray dog out!"

As his voice fell, four guards charged over.

Ye Feng, still seated immovably in his wheelchair, did not get thrown out; instead, it was the four guards who undoubtedly found themselves ejected.

With just one confrontation, the crowd didn't even have time to see what happened clearly before the guards were tossed out.

The captain's expression changed, realizing he was dealing with a tough character.

As he hesitated, Chu Tiange walked out of the elevator with several young people, laughing and talking.

"So it's you, the cripple son-in-law. How did you also get here?" The person who spoke first was Hong Wei, his eyes flashing with inadvertent astonishment.

After all, in his view, at this moment, this useless son-in-law and that picked-up cripple should have already fallen off a cliff and shattered to pieces.

Hong Yuting was also among them and coldly huffed, "A cripple who doesn't stay at home, always showing his face where he shouldn't. Aren't you ashamed of throwing our Hong Family's face?"

Chu Tiange said nothing; he was deep in thought. Half an hour ago, he had called Scar, but somehow, that guy was totally unreachable now.

Of course, he couldn't be reached anymore, because by then, Scar was already dead.

Ye Feng sneered, "Why I'm here, ask Young Master Chu and you'll know."

Chu Tiange spoke coldly, "What a joke, you're just a waste. Even if you are the Hong Family's son-in-law, I have my hands full every day. How could I have the time to bother with you?"

Ye Feng turned his head to give a signal.

Seventeen took out a mobile phone, which belonged to Scar.

"There's a recording on the phone; listen carefully, everyone!" Seventeen pressed the play button.

"Yes, it was Young Master Chu who sent us."

"Who is Young Master Chu?"

"There's only one Young Master Chu in Jiangdu, the Young Master Chu of the wealthy Chu Family, Chu Tiange!"

"Why did he send you here, and what was the purpose of coming here?"

"We don't know why he wanted this, he just ordered us to push your car, with you in it, off the cliff, to make it look like a traffic accident."

The recording captured Scar's voice, panicked and pleading, "I've told you everything I know, please, I beg of you, spare me, give me a break."

"Ah...."

With a scream of agony, the recording ended.

Chu Tiange's expression darkened to the extreme.

Hong Wei was seized with panic, unable to fathom how his seemingly flawless plans had not only failed but had also left behind recorded evidence.

"What a bunch of useless fucks!"

Chu Tiange suddenly roared, then turned and ordered, "You guys, clear out the guests immediately, tell them Yingge is closed for business today."

The head of security said, "But Young Master Chu, there are quite a few guests here who are... "

"Stop your fucking babbling, today's expenses are on the house, future expenses all half-off. Also, kick out any unrelated staff, and shut down all the cameras, you have half a minute!"

Chu Tiange's command was almost a shout, his gaze murderous.

Everyone already knew he was preparing for a killing.

Hong Wei voiced his fear in a whisper, "Sister, should we leave too?"

"Why should we leave?"

Hong Yuting replied coldly, "Since this worthless son-in-law came to us willingly, why miss such an excellent opportunity? I want to watch him die with my own eyes, to quell the hatred in my heart!"

Ye Feng hasn't moved, still sitting in his wheelchair, silently watching the club's guests quickly leave.

In his calm gaze, the actions of Chu Tiange and his men were no different from clowns.

Soon all the guests had left, leaving over twenty security guards in the hall.

"Close the main door!" Chu Tiange waved his hand.

Now that his plans had been exposed, he decided to commit fully, to simply silence any witnesses. After all, this wasn't the first time he'd done something like this.

Ye Feng didn't try to stop them, and there was no need to.

He just shook his head and sighed.

Hong Yuting shouted, "You trash, are you scared now? Too bad it's already too late, the moment you stepped through that door, it was already too late!"

Ye Feng looked at her and said, "I just thought of a saying, do you want to hear it?"

Hong Yuting scoffed, "Is this your last words? I might as well listen."

Ye Feng sighed, "You should be thankful for having a grandfather like Hong Zhenguo."

After finishing that sentence, Ye Feng looked up at Chu Tiange with an incisive gaze.

"I'm not known for my patience, are you ready now?"

"Ignorant fool, attack..."

Ye Feng still sat in his wheelchair, not moving, but Seventeen had already sprung into action like a fierce tiger.

In an instant, the hall erupted with loud bangs, but with the doors tightly closed, those outside were oblivious to the chaos within.

It only took about two minutes before the doors of Yingge opened again, and a formidable man, pushing a wheelchair, slowly emerged.

The man in the wheelchair was as calm as ever, a calmness that seemed to have seen all the suffering in the world, a detached tranquility that spoke of a once vast sea that found no other water but the clouds of Mount Wu to compare.

After assisting the man in the wheelchair into the car, the nanny van slowly drove away.

Shortly after, two figures crawled out from the hall of Yingge, Hong Wei and Hong Yuting, their faces ashen, trembling all over.

They reeked of foul odor, their trousers wet, clearly scared to the point of urinating themselves.

"Sister... sister, they are all dead, they're all dead!"

"Shut your mouth!"

Leaning on the doorframe to stand, Hong Yuting watched the departing car and suddenly broke into crazed laughter, "Ha ha... it's over, that trash actually killed Young Master Chu, he's done for, he is as good as dead!"