Chapter Thirty-Four: The Arrival of Old Tang

The entire hall fell into silence at Qin Chao’s words. It was a long moment before hushed whispers began to ripple through the crowd.

“I just remembered—when Sun Shao left, he announced to the whole city that Tang Yunyun was his woman. And this guy dares to provoke Sun Shao’s woman? Isn’t he courting death?”

“Exactly! Once Sun Shao comes back, this kid will be meeting his maker in no time.”

“Tsk, if you’re just a pretty boy, why not look for a rich lady? Why go after Sun Shao’s woman? It’s like jumping straight into hell!”

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Lin Feng gently pushed aside Li Yating’s hand and walked slowly toward Qin Chao. He swept a cold glance over him and said flatly, “Get out. I won’t say it again.”

“You... Good, good! It’s been a long time since I’ve met someone as stubborn as you. If you were hiding behind a woman, maybe I’d let it go. But since you’re volunteering for death, I’ll grant your wish!”

“Owen, come here.”

“Yes, young master!”

Qin Chao glared at Lin Feng, his anger barely contained. Immediately, a burly man stepped out from behind him.

This man was the picture of intimidation—over six foot three, built like a truck, his body a mass of bulging muscle that strained even his broad suit. When he took off his sunglasses, his eyes radiated a murderous intent; one glance told you he was a retired special forces operative, hardened by bloodshed.

Standing before such a giant, Lin Feng looked as frail as a blade of grass before a storm, utterly powerless.

“Lin Feng! Come back, you’re no match for him!” Tang Yunyun hurried to pull Lin Feng back.

Everyone else in the room was either gloating, looking on with cruelty, or turning away, unable to watch. Not a single soul believed Lin Feng stood a chance.

To them, Lin Feng was simply overreaching—an ant trying to shake a tree, walking straight to his doom.

Only Li Yating spoke softly, “Lin Feng! Just... don’t go too far when you fight!”

Owen, across from them, deftly slipped on a pair of brass knuckles. His mountainous frame crouched low, then, like a tiger, he leapt over a meter into the air.

His massive, bowl-thick arm swelled with muscle, each bicep the size of a small melon. With a roar, his crimson eyes blazing, he swung a devastating punch at Lin Feng’s temple.

“Die!” he bellowed.

At the same time, Qin Chao and Long Yaoyang’s faces contorted with anticipation, their eyes fixed on Lin Feng—they wanted to see exactly how he would meet his end.

But reality defied all their expectations.

Lin Feng’s face was calm, free of fear. He continued his steady pace forward.

Just as Owen’s hammer-like fist, brass knuckles gleaming, was about to smash into his temple, Lin Feng slowly looked up and said to him,

“That’s not how you throw a punch.”

As the words left his mouth, Lin Feng’s body moved in a blur—so fast it seemed as if time itself had slowed. He raised his fist, power coiling within, and casually met Owen’s punch.

A sickening crack of bones echoed through the hall.

Owen never imagined that the gentle, harmless-looking Lin Feng could wield such force with a single blow. The power surged like a relentless tide, wave after wave, pouring into his arm and shattering the bones to pieces.

“Aaah—my hand—!” Owen’s three-hundred-pound frame froze midair, his flesh trembling. He dropped from a meter’s height like a crumpled tissue.

With a crash, he landed, clutching his limp right arm, howling in agony.

Qin Chao shuddered, barely stopping himself from losing control. He stared in disbelief as his ace bodyguard’s arm was ruined by a single punch, swallowing in terror.

Lin Feng walked out calmly and said, “I told you to leave. This is your own doing.”

“What do you want? Don’t come any closer—I’m the sole heir of the Qin family! If you touch me, my father—”

Seeing Lin Feng bearing down on him, Qin Chao stumbled backward, his bravado evaporating into shrill bluster.

But to Lin Feng, these people were nothing more than paper tigers, not worth a second thought.

With a crisp slap, Lin Feng struck Qin Chao across the face, swelling half of it in an instant. Blood and teeth spattered from his mouth.

“My face! I’m disfigured! My teeth!” Qin Chao collapsed in a heap, wailing, all traces of his earlier arrogance gone. He looked like nothing but a mutt with its teeth knocked out.

At that moment, not a single person in the crowd dared point at Lin Feng or challenge him. The silence was absolute.

To dare strike someone at the Tang family auction with no background to speak of—such audacity was rare not just in Binhai, but all of China.

Feng Jing, Wang Lili, Yu Lin, Liu Jian, Wang Jie, and the others looked on with dark expressions, but inside, they were secretly delighted. This fool, they thought, had no idea how terrifying the Tang family was. Causing a scene here? He was as good as dead.

Just then, Long Yaoyang stepped forward with a sinister smile, raising his hand and calling out, “You villain! Get out of the auction! Call the police—someone like him doesn’t deserve to be here!”

Spurred on by Long Yaoyang, all the city’s young scions and socialites raised their hands and shouted in unison, “Villain! Get out of the auction! Villain! Get out of the auction!”

The hall erupted into chaos, voices rising in a crescendo demanding Lin Feng’s arrest. Lin Feng’s gaze sharpened as he looked at Long Yaoyang, who was leading the outcry, his brow furrowing slightly. In his heart, he thought, “Long Yaoyang, are you in such a hurry to die?”

Tang Yunyun, sensing trouble, hurried to restore order, shouting, “Everyone, calm down! Please, calm down! I, Tang Yunyun, promise on my honor that I will handle this properly!”

But her voice was quickly drowned out by the mob.

At that moment, Li Yating stepped forward and silently took Lin Feng’s arm, standing at his side as the crowd turned against them, wordlessly supporting him.

Lin Feng was no block of wood. After what happened at the Phoenix Pavilion Grand Hotel, this was already the third time Li Yating had stood by him. It seemed this girl had developed genuine feelings for him.

“She really is a stubborn one,” Lin Feng thought, shaking his head slightly.

Tang Yunyun was sweating profusely as the chaos threatened to erupt into a full-blown riot.

Just then, an elderly voice interrupted the shouting.

“Mr. Lin is my guest. Anyone who wants him to leave can talk to me.”

It was an ordinary statement, spoken in a voice that was not loud. Yet it brought the entire hall to an immediate, stunned silence.

For the one who had spoken was none other than the Tang family patriarch himself—the venerable Master Tang.