Chapter 392

Of course, the crucial question remained: Would Fang Zhentian yield so willingly?

He was the self-proclaimed Emperor of Jiangbei. It would not be an easy feat to make him admit

defeat.

Tang Weiguo stood up straight and said confidently, "Don't worry, Fang Zhentian won't dare to go

against Chu Feng's wishes unless he wants to see his life's work crushed to bits in front of his eyes…"

The Tang family members exclaimed in surprise.

Tang Sisi bit her lip and asked excitedly, "Father, just who… is Chu Feng?"

The Tang family members looked at Tang Weiguo in anticipation, eager to hear the answer.

What sort of influence did Chu Feng wield to have the arrogant Fang Wanlin willingly fall to his knees

and beg for forgiveness? How could Chu Feng so easily crush the Fang family to bits?

Tang Weiguo stood in attention and announced solemnly, "He is the Dragon Soul's God of War, the

famous general of Xi Ye!"

"Whoa!"

The revelation made the Tang family members jump in surprise and excitement.

It was such an honor to meet the legendary fighter and the contemporary God of War!

…

The Fang family residence was built on a five-acre plot of land in one of the most expensive locations

in Jiangbei. It had three entrances and exits, and it was the pinnacle of luxury.

In a gazebo in the backyard, ten bosses dressed in opulent clothing were standing courteously in a row

in front of an old man.

The old man was dressed in a tracksuit. His hair was silver-white, though he looked young, and his

body was well-built. Currently, he was practicing tai chi moves in a fluid yet forceful fashion.

He took great care of his health. Even though he was aged, he was in good spirits, and his gaze

carried a natural authority.

That man was Fang Zhentian, the self-proclaimed Emperor of Jiangbei for more than forty years.

Legend had it that he was promoted to a three-star general at a young age after countless battles. After

he was discharged, he joined the Martial Arts Alliance and became one of the six Grandmasters. Not

only that, he had founded the Fang family business from the ground up, which remained one of the

most glorious legends in Jiangbei's business world.

After living through decades of unrest, Old Master Fang was not easily shocked. Even if the sky fell

down, he would be able to face it calmly.

He had been receiving news from his servants that his grandson was being bullied in the Tang family

residence, but he had not shown any reaction.

He knew the influence he carried and the importance of him maintaining his composure.

After his practice, he was already sweating. A servant handed a towel to him, and another brought him

a pot of the finest tea.

"What's the situation with Zhong?" Fang Zhentian asked while pouring himself a cup.

"Mr. Fang is at the Tang family residence to handle the situation. Don't worry, Old Master. They'll

definitely find the culprit and chop him into a million pieces!" a middle-aged man said confidently.

"You're too violent, young man. You need more practice so you can remain composed," Fang Zhentian

said with a laugh as he teased his pet bird in a cage. "I'm not anyone too important, but at least people

in Jiangbei will listen to what I say. I'd admit it's surprising that Zhong is bullied at the Tang family

residence, even though it's supposed to be a happy occasion. Don't worry, my reputation will protect

him. They won't dare to offend Zhong once he mentions my name."

He stretched out three fingers. "It won't be three days before that idiot kid who bullied Zhong will come

here to apologize to me personally. His elders would have forced him to do so."