Chapter Sixty-Four: Subduing the Eldest Young Master

Ten billion!

With just those words, Lin Feng plunged the entire room into an uncanny silence, which, after a brief pause, erupted into peals of raucous laughter.

“Hahaha! Lin Feng, you sure know how to show off without any sense! Even if your family hadn’t gone bankrupt, there’s no way you could come up with ten billion. Look at you now—a useless son-in-law living off others, and you still want to act dignified? In the end, you’re only humiliating yourself!”

“I’ll make a bet with you, Lin Feng. If you can actually come up with ten billion, I, Zhong Hui, will kneel right here and call you father!”

Even though Zhong Hui had been startled by Lin Feng’s martial prowess, when it came to wealth, he simply couldn’t believe Lin Feng could have amassed ten billion in the mere three years since their last meeting.

Zhong Hui wasn’t the only one. Tian Xinyu stood off to the side, the corners of his mouth lifted in a sneer as he looked at Lin Feng with contempt.

In his eyes, Lin Feng was nothing more than a clown—a fool who thought learning a few rudimentary martial arts moves would be enough to take revenge?

Heh, people like that are always the first to die!

Yao Jianghe, who had been watching the spectacle from the sidelines, now waddled over with his bulging belly, pointing at Lin Feng and laughing uproariously.

“Ten billion? Lin Feng, if you’re going to fake it, at least do it with some sense! If you get yourself into trouble with these boasts, don’t expect the Yao family to bail you out.”

“Just look at yourself! You only got anywhere by being a kept man under the Tang family’s protection, and now you think you’re invincible? The villa you live in was given to you because they can take it back any time. Now you want ten billion? Dream on!”

The Yao Group’s management, who had gathered around to watch, had already heard all sorts of “stories” about Lin Feng—especially since the Yao family had deliberately spread rumors to ruin his reputation. So, when they heard his name, they all wore mocking expressions, pointing and gossiping.

“It’s that useless kept man again. I’m honestly baffled—how could someone like him end up as a kept man? Yao Qianqian is the flower of Yao Group, and she ended up with this guy? It’s like a flower planted in a pile of manure.”

“Exactly! I heard he’s also clinging to the Tang family’s coattails, even has something going on with the Tang heiress! No wonder he’s so full of himself!”

“My god, are there really such lucky breaks in this world? Makes me want to find someone to keep me! Auntie, I don’t want to struggle anymore!”

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Faced with the scorn and ridicule of the crowd, Wang Lun and Liu Susu looked troubled, wanting to speak up but knowing their voices would go unheard.

Only Li Yating remained quietly behind Lin Feng, pulling out her phone and discreetly sending her mother a message to mobilize funds for him.

“Lin Feng, do you see now? This is reality. If you don’t have a billion, I could lend it to you. But you’ll have to put up one of your hands as collateral!”

With that, Tian Xinyu snatched Zhong Hui’s dagger and, as if tossing a coin to a beggar, flung it at Lin Feng’s feet.

“Pick it up. If you stab a hole right through your hand, I’ll lend you ten million. Two holes, twenty million. Ruin your whole hand, and I’ll give you a hundred million!”

Tian Xinyu’s face was cold, his smile icy.

Seeing this, Zhong Hui immediately gave Tian Xinyu a thumbs-up. “Nice one, Xinyu—never knew you were so good at dirty tricks!”

“Lin Feng, it’s your choice! If you’re a man, don’t let a woman pay for you. Show some backbone—lose a hand and at least you’ll keep some dignity!”

Tian Xinyu continued to goad Lin Feng, hoping to get everything for nothing.

Really going to lend Lin Feng money to let him join the gamble?

Not a chance. Once the Tianlong Hall lost, all the money would go back to the Tian family anyway, so he could promise as much as he pleased now—it was all empty talk.

Lin Feng gave Tian Xinyu a cold glance and silently sent a message from his phone.

“In ten minutes, ten billion will be here. I hope you, Young Master Tian, and you, Young Master Zhong, won’t forget the promises you just made.”

“Fine, I’ll give you ten minutes. I want to see how long you can keep up this act!”

Ten minutes slipped by quietly.

Suddenly, the rapid sound of footsteps echoed up the stairs to the second floor of the restaurant.

Everyone turned toward the sound. Over twenty strong bodyguards in black suits ascended, led by none other than Qi Heng.

“Master Lin!” Qi Heng strode in with the bearing of a tiger, bowing respectfully before Lin Feng and presenting a Swiss black diamond bank card with both hands. “Apologies for my tardiness. Please forgive me.”

“You’re not late. Thank you for your trouble,” Lin Feng replied.

“It’s no trouble at all. It’s my honor to serve you, Master Lin.”

“That will be all. You may go,” Lin Feng said with a wave.

“Yes, sir!” Qi Heng turned and left without another word, appearing at Lin Feng’s call and departing at his dismissal.

Qi Heng’s attitude was no surprise—the ten billion in question had been amassed by Lin Feng at the Treasure Duel and had been held by the Tang family for safekeeping. On top of that, Lin Feng was a master of both martial and mystical arts, having dispatched the Daoist sorcerer Wang Yun of the Demon Sect in a single move.

Someone of such power—no one would dare question his orders, let alone hesitate to serve as his subordinate.

“Young Master Tian, my entrance funds have arrived—ten billion to buy Jisheng Corporation. By the way, according to the rules, you should give me a betting ticket, shouldn’t you? Otherwise, if I win a hundred billion, I’ll need the ticket to claim it from the Tian family, right?”

Tian Xinyu stared at the black diamond card in Lin Feng’s hand.

Damn—this was a black diamond card from the Swiss National Bank Consortium! Only the account holder could use this card, and only those with assets of over a billion US dollars in the Swiss banks qualified for one!

Lin Feng’s net worth exceeded a billion dollars?

This was... simply unbelievable!

Was he still the same Lin family wastrel who had once been beaten mercilessly in front of him, completely powerless to resist?

Was he still the same miserable soul who’d fled Jinling in disgrace to save his own life, forced to become a son-in-law to a third-rate family and lose all dignity?

Tian Xinyu swallowed hard, his arm stiff as he accepted the black diamond card from Lin Feng.

“And you, Young Master Zhong—surely you haven’t forgotten your promise. Kneel and kowtow. As for calling me ‘father,’ forget it—I’ve no desire for such an unworthy descendant.”

“You... Lin Feng, don’t you think you’re pushing it too far!” Zhong Hui’s face flushed red, anger blazing in his eyes, but he didn’t dare throw a tantrum.

He had just witnessed Lin Feng’s overwhelming martial strength. He couldn’t be sure Lin Feng wouldn’t use this as an excuse to cripple his other hand!

With a flick of his toe, Lin Feng sent the dagger on the ground spinning into the air, catching it in his right hand.

The silvery blade flashed as Lin Feng spun it, glinting coldly.

“Young Master Zhong, do you need me to do it myself—cripple your legs and force you to kneel?”

“You... Lin Feng, leave a path for the future. The world is wide and we may meet again. Don’t push people too far!”

“Heh, did you ever think to ‘leave a path’ for me when you bullied me back then? Did you show mercy when you joined forces with the Liang family to crush the Lin Group? No!”

“In that case, why should I show any mercy today?”

“You—”

Lin Feng’s aura suddenly exploded outward, like a primordial beast swallowing the sky and earth, savage and bloodthirsty.

Zhong Hui had faced countless life-and-death moments, but he had never encountered such a palpable malevolence, and his knees buckled as he dropped to the floor.

“Kowtow!”

With Lin Feng’s terrifying presence bearing down on him, Zhong Hui couldn’t resist—he could only kowtow.

In less than ten minutes, Lin Feng had overturned the situation—subduing Jinling’s criminal overlord with sheer force and overwhelming the city’s hotel prince with vast wealth.

Such majesty and dominance—it was as if a god had descended to earth!

Yao Jianghe was struck dumb with shock: first the ten billion, then the submission of Young Master Zhong.

After all, Young Master Zhong was a preeminent figure in Jinling, able to rally countless followers with a word!

Yao Jianghe swallowed hard, his legs trembling.

And the onlooking Yao Group executives were silenced in an instant—none dared utter another word against Lin Feng.

For a moment, the entire second floor of the restaurant was as quiet as freshly fallen snow.