"What?"

Zifeng looked at Ren Zhiyuan in disbelief and said, "Ziming is your grandson!"

"Whoever dares to offend Mr. Lin should die!"

Ren Zhiyuan gritted his teeth and said, "Send Mr. Lin away immediately!"

"Young Master?"

Ye Zhong looked at Zifeng with a questioning expression.

Zifeng slumped down in the golden chair, waved his hand and said: "As grandpa said, send Lin Feng off!"

"This is!"

Ye Zhong could only nod.

At that time, it was through marriage with the Ren family and with the help of the Ren family that the Ye family became the first of the four major families in Nanjiang.

Now that Ren Zhiyuan has spoken, even Zifeng has to obey!

"Mr. Lin, please."

Ren Zhiyuan bowed slightly and said to Lin Feng.

"Zi Zifeng, I will settle this account with you later."

Lin Feng glanced at Zifeng, turned around and walked out.

The bodyguards of the Ye family made a way out of the way.

"Zifeng, you didn't hurt me in vain by doing this!"

King Anke staggered to his feet and said bitterly: "You will never ask a blood organization to do anything for you again!"

"Noisy!"

Zifeng stood up, pulled out the pistol from Ye Zhong's waist, and pulled the trigger at King Encore!

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang..."

Until the pistol ran out of bullets and the short position was idle, Ye Zifeng was still holding the trigger.

"Young Master, he is already dead."

Ye Zhong quickly grabbed the pistol and glanced at King Anke, who had been shot several times and was already cold.

"My Ye family has never suffered such humiliation!"

Zifeng gasped and said.

"But Master Ren has come forward, and our Ye family can't do anything about it."

Ye Zhong said helplessly: "Most of the Ye family's business depends on the Ren family's face!"

"What kind of identity does this Lin Feng have? He can actually ask grandpa to save him!"

Ye Zifeng made a reluctant sound.

...

Lin Feng and Ren Zhiyuan took a battery car to the gate of Ye's Manor. There were several cars parked outside.

"Owner!"

When Fuwang saw Lin Feng coming out, he walked over quickly and said with a bit of worry: "Are you okay?"

"It doesn't matter."

Lin Feng looked back at the Ye Manor and asked, "Has my wife been found?"

"Not found yet."

Fuwang said: "All hands are on the move. We must find my wife before dark."

"Um."

Lin Feng got into the car a little tired: "Take me back to the hotel first."

"Mr. Fu, if there are no other instructions, then I will return to the capital?"

Ren Zhiyuan said to Fuwang cautiously.

"I'm sorry to trouble you this time, I have to make a special trip."

Fuwang said: "I will help you get that piece of land in the suburbs of Beijing."

"No trouble, no trouble, thank you Mr. Fu!"

Ren Zhiyuan was overjoyed and hurriedly bowed to salute.

"Okay, I still have things to do."

Fuwang took the people into the car and left.

The smile on Ren Zhiyuan's face gradually faded, and he looked at the direction they left, thoughtfully.

"Master?"

At this time, the subordinate asked aloud.

"Oh, okay, let's go."

Ren Zhiyuan also got in the car and muttered: "If a grandson dies and gets a piece of land, we can still do more business in the future."

...

On the way back, Lin Feng sat cross-legged and slowly regained his energy.

In the battle with King Anke, Lin Feng could be said to have won miserably.

So much so that if Ren Zhiyuan hadn't appeared in time, he might have been killed by the Ye family's bodyguards.

As for the Si Bonan mentioned by King Anke, after thinking about it, he should have no chance of winning.

From now on, you will have to spend more time practicing.

He has been in danger twice due to blood tissue and almost died.

This blood tissue must be removed in some way.

Keeping it is ultimately a disaster.

At this time, the phone vibrated and the screen lit up.

Lin Feng lowered his head and glanced, it was a WeChat message from Miao Qing.

"Your wife is with me now."

Lin Feng was shocked and picked up his phone to reply to Miao Qing.

"Where are you now?"

Miao Qing sent back a location.

"Go here."

Lin Feng threw the phone to the driver.

"Yes! Master!"

The driver just glanced at the location and respectfully handed the phone back to Lin Feng.

Half an hour later, the car stopped at the door of a villa.

Lin Feng got out of the car, walked to the door and knocked on the door.

"senior!"

Miao Qing opened the door and nodded slightly.

"Where's my wife?"

Lin Feng asked.

"I was tired from crying just now and fell asleep."

Miao Qing stepped aside and said.

Lin Feng walked in and saw Yang Chengzhen lying on the sofa, with tears on his eyelashes.

Then he breathed a sigh of relief, looked at Miao Qing and asked, "Why is she here?"

"Su Yuming tricked her into coming here."

Miao Qing asked: "What are you doing?"

Lin Feng's current appearance can be said to be a bit embarrassing.

The clothes on his body were cut several times by pieces of glass, and his hair style was quite messy.

His face was pale and his lips had no color at all.

"Su Yuming was killed by me."
To be continued...