Master Head of the Dragon Soul

Chapter 611 Terrifying Feat

"What's the meaning of this, Uncle Yong? My girlfriend and I are going on vacation next month, but you're not giving me my allowance. If my girlfriend breaks up with me because of this, it'll be all your fault!"

Chu Feng frowned when he heard that. Even Yun Muqing was indignant.

They couldn't imagine anyone being so shameless.

Zhou Yong spoke helplessly, "I understand how you feel now, but I'm in the middle of a crisis now. Can't you let me sort things out? My company is on the verge of bankruptcy, and I have a wife and a daughter to feed. I can't afford to give you money anymore."

He bowed deeply as though he was in the wrong.

"What? Are you telling us you're taking our money to feed your wife and child?" The middle-aged woman was furious. She pointed at Zhou Yong's nose and shouted, "You ingrate! Where has your empathy gone?"

"I didn't expect you to be like this, Yong. I was mistaken about you!"

"I don't care. If I don't get the money today, my girlfriend will break up with me. It looks like you have some valuable things in your house, Uncle Yong. You should give them to us." Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

"Yes! Give us those things, and we'll pawn them!"

The distant relatives rolled up their sleeves and rubbed their fists. They went around the house grabbing pieces of furniture, works of art, cutlery, and anything that was worth money.

Zhou Yong tried to stop them, but no one paid any attention to him.

Bang! Chu Feng could not bear to watch it anymore. He kicked the front door open and yelled, "Nobody move! Return those things from where you took them. If you take even a piece of paper from this house, I won't go easy on you!"

Chu Feng slammed his palm on a solid wood table, and it was instantly reduced to splinters.

Everyone gasped in shock. If the palm landed on their faces, their heads would explode.

"Feng?" Zhou Yong said hoarsely. He seemed haggard, but he was moved.

"Uncle Yong," Chu Feng said as he went up to Zhou Yong. "Don't worry. Let me handle this."

Zhou Yong nodded. He didn't know how to feel about this.

Someone among the crowd recognized Chu Feng.

"Isn't that Zhou Lie's adopted son? What's his name again? Chu Feng, I think?"

"That kid made a fortune for himself. I met Zhou Lie a few days ago, and he said his son had bought a mansion in Yenching. It's worth 20 million dollars at least. Even Zhou Lie was shocked!"

"Right, I've heard it from Zhou Lie too. He's young and promising!"

Zhou Yong smirked. They didn't know who Chu Feng truly was.

Yang Jingyu had given strict orders not to divulge anything that happened at the Zhou family gathering. No one outside the gathering knew about Chu Feng's true identity.

Those people were immediately smitten by Chu Feng's apparent wealth.

"Chu Feng, do you remember me? I'm Wu Zhi from the west of the village. We used to be good friends growing up," said the young man who started the looting. His voice was tinted with envy. "I

heard that you joined the military, and I didn't expect you to strike a fortune. You have a mansion, and a pretty girlfriend too."

His eyes widened when he looked at the woman standing next to Chu Feng.

They were both the same age, and he was not happy that Chu Feng's life was better than his.

Suddenly, he thought of something. "Since you're so rich, why don't you pay us the money Uncle Yong owes us?"