Chapter Fifty-Four: The Battle for the Villa

“Young Master Wang? What on earth? Could that man really be some scion of a powerful family in Binhai City?”
Yao Xingye saw the property staff fawning and serving with such cautious smiles, and a sense of unease grew deep within him.

After all, Hualong Villa District was one of the most prestigious neighborhoods in Binhai City. Those who lived here were all either wealthy or noble. For a property management company to secure the business under the watchful eyes of so many bigshots, their background must be formidable.

Rumor had it that the property company of Hualong Villas was established by none other than Wang Jisheng, an underground kingpin of Binhai.

Could it be… this Young Master Wang was related to Wang Jisheng?

“You two little punks, didn’t you see me getting bullied? And you dare rat me out instead? You really don’t know how many eyes the Horse King has! Beat him up for me—don’t hold back!”

These days, Wang Haiyang had been following Lin Feng, and his worldview had been completely upended. He’d also come to know Lin Feng’s true power.

With just a casual gesture, Lin Feng could, from hundreds of meters away, kill a peak inner energy martial artist like Cheng Longjian.

With a few simple strokes, he could transform ordinary jade into a magical treasure, worth hundreds of millions and still in short supply.

In the presence of such a godlike figure, Wang Haiyang naturally served with utmost care.

A shrewd man like Wang Haiyang had long noticed Lin Feng’s attitude, and he wasn’t about to miss such a chance to curry favor.

He crossed his arms and ordered his men to teach Yao Xingye a lesson, venting Lin Feng’s anger for him.

“Young Master Wang, rest assured. This kid looks like a sneaky troublemaker. We brothers will take care of him for you right now!”

After all, they’d come from the underworld. Their hands itched if they went too long without a fight.

In the Longhua Villa District, everyone was a person of status, so they’d had to restrain themselves for quite a while.

But now, a live punching bag had delivered himself to their door—how could they not take advantage?

Without further ado, the property staff surrounded Yao Xingye, knocking him down with a punch and then raining kicks and blows upon him.

Lin Feng stood quietly to the side, watching the scene unfold; Wang Haiyang served attentively, fawning over him like a faithful dog.

“Enough! Lin Feng, how long are you going to keep up this nonsense?”

Seeing his beloved grandson beaten before his eyes, Old Master Yao could no longer contain himself. He shouted furiously, demanding an answer from Lin Feng.

Lin Feng waved his hand dismissively.

Wang Haiyang immediately nodded and bowed. “At once!”

“Boys, the Master Lin has spoken—enough, stop now.”

At Wang Haiyang’s command, the property staff—each with an underworld background—instantly ceased their assault, not daring to disobey. His authority was absolute.

“Didn’t you all want proof that this villa actually belongs to me, Lin Feng? Wang Haiyang, show them the deed!”

At his signal, several staff members hurriedly produced the transfer documents.

On the official paperwork, it was clearly written: Tang Wangu had transferred the ownership of Villa No. 1 to Lin Feng, with all procedures fully completed.

At this, not only Yao Xingye but even Old Master Yao was left speechless.

“This villa… really belongs to Lin Feng? My god! That means Lin Feng’s net worth is in the hundreds of millions!”

“No kidding! This single villa is worth as much as the entire Yao Group!”

“Doesn’t that mean Lin Feng is richer than the whole Yao family?”

In an instant, the entire Yao family, who had just been gossiping, stood as if struck dumb, their minds reeling.

Especially Yao Xingye and his parents—their throats went dry, their bodies trembled, and their hearts raced as if struck by illness.

Their branch of the family had always bullied Lin Feng, with Yao Xingye being the worst offender.

If Lin Feng ever rose to power, wouldn’t they be doomed?

The Yao family members exchanged glances, all eyes turning to Old Master Yao, awaiting his decision.

But Old Master Yao himself had been utterly blindsided by Lin Feng’s unfathomable wealth. His face flushed with embarrassment and frustration, as if he were being roasted over a fire.

Yet soon he regained his composure, cleared his throat, straightened his clothes, and declared with righteous authority:

“Lin Feng, as the head of the Yao family, I requisition your villa as the family’s official residence. You have no grounds to object. So long as you haven’t divorced Yao Qianqian, you are still a member of the Yao family.”

“As a Yao, it is your honor to contribute to the family. As a special privilege, you may choose any room you like in the villa as a reward!”

“That’s right! Lin Feng, as a member of the Yao family, it is your privilege to have your villa requisitioned. You can’t refuse!”

Yao Xingye’s family was the first to chime in, and the rest of the family, all eager for a bigger house, quickly followed suit.

Thus, it seemed as if Lin Feng was duty-bound to surrender his villa for the “greater good.” To refuse would be nothing short of treason.

Wang Haiyang was dumbfounded—these people truly had no fear of death!

To play such tricks in front of Master Lin?

To talk of requisition, even calling it a contribution to the family?

The last person to show such disrespect to Master Lin had been a peak inner energy expert—and the grass had long since grown over his grave.

Were these people truly so eager for their next life?

At this moment, the mother-in-law, who had always looked down on Lin Feng, did something unexpected. She stepped forward, hands on her hips, and shouted:

“Have you all lost your minds for money? Back when your family bought that little villa in the suburbs, did you offer it for us to live in? Now that our son-in-law Lin Feng owns a mansion, you want to take it? Is there any sense in that? I’m telling you, forget it! Isn’t that right, Lin Feng?”

Standing beside Lin Feng, she stood her ground against the entire Yao family, even affectionately calling Lin Feng her son-in-law. Yet Lin Feng felt nothing but disgust, almost to the point of nausea.

“You… third daughter-in-law, do you mean to defy me?” Old Master Yao pounded his cane, livid.

With a mansion worth three hundred million within reach, who would have thought his own daughter-in-law would rise against him? His fury knew no bounds.

The mother-in-law, unwilling to let go of her dreams of being a wealthy lady, threw all family rules and hierarchy to the wind. She thumped her chest and declared:

“Dad, search your conscience. How have you treated our branch all these years? Even if heaven strikes me down, I must say it: when you bought your villa, you didn’t leave us a single square meter—don’t expect a single square meter of ours either!”

She spoke with such conviction, it was as if Villa No. 1 was her personal property.

Her words ignited chaos. The greedy Yao family members, driven mad by the scent of wealth, rushed forward and began to brawl with her.

It was a scene of utter absurdity—no force could pull them apart, a true spectacle of human folly.

“Clap, clap, clap—”

Lin Feng applauded, and at once the room fell silent. All eyes fixed on him—his attitude now held more weight than a thousand words from Old Master Yao.

“I have only one thing to say: this is my private property and has nothing to do with the Yao family. Patriarch Yao, stop dreaming. Also, Wang Haiyang, send someone to clear out these idlers—I don’t want to be disturbed.”

“Yes, sir!”

Wang Haiyang made a call, and in no time, over fifty muscular enforcers surrounded the Yao family.

“Alright, folks—are you going to leave on your own, or do I have to throw you out? Your choice!”

With Lin Feng’s command and after witnessing the farce, Wang Haiyang had no patience for these shameless money-grubbers.

Want to keep making trouble?

Fine!

Let’s see if my fists agree!