Urban God of War: The Live-in Son-in-law

Chapter 242: First Take Back What’s Yours

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A banquet concluded with Ye Feng, this rising True Dragon among men, emerging victorious.

Whispers of a lost dog, of a desolate Northern Border King, were all but jests; tonight, Ye Feng had proved to the world that he was still a sovereign, a true sovereign.

People had come to realize that the star belonging to Ye Feng had never dimmed, even for a moment, and perhaps, in the near future, it would shine even more fervently, until it blazed with boundless brilliance.

The Northern Border King?

I’m afraid that title hardly suffices to describe Ye Feng at that time.

The Liang Family was finished; the patriarch was dead and the remaining members had been taken away by Ge Nie. With the grudges and connections amassed over the years now lost, the Liang Family, even without Ye Feng lifting a finger, would no longer be able to stand its ground in Northern Su.

Ye Feng did not inquire about how Ge Nie would deal with the Liang Family; from the old man’s implicit meaning, could it be that these Grandmasters would be of great use in the future?

As for the Xu Family, of course, there was hope for their rise, but did they still have capable people? The previous head of the Xu Family, which would be General Xu’s legitimate successor Xu Tiefeng, had been ill and faded from public view five years ago, and it was unknow whether he was dead or alive.

With both families’ people gone, more and more guests started to leave the great hall; this smokeless battlefield inadvertently initiated by Ye Feng would result in unsettled times for Northern Su in the coming two or three years.

Ye Feng left the Martial Alliance’s people behind.

The Su City Martial Alliance, being the largest in the entire Northern Su region, indeed boasted formidable strength—with four Great Grandmasters standing, not including Su Yu. Their unease was palpable, and if one were to count the three that Xu Wu brought earlier, that made seven.

"The Martial Alliance, in compliance with the distribution in the Four Realms and the Central Region of the Xuanyuan Nation, has appointed five Chief Instructors and Ten Great Stewards. Five Chief Instructors and five of the stewards are tasked with overseeing the Imperial Capital, and the remaining five stewards are responsible for managing their respective areas."

"There is supposed to be one steward for Northern Su—where is that person?"

As the founder of the Martial Alliance, if anyone claimed to understand the internal structure of the Martial Alliance best, it would be Ye Feng. The steward responsible for the north, in particular, was someone he had deliberately arranged to settle in Northern Su.

Because, does running a martial arts school not require money?

Of course it does. When Ye Feng founded the Martial Alliance, he commanded the five leaders to open a path for the children of ordinary families, while also preserving a route for the offspring of the wealthy. The former required passing some tests, while the latter necessitated a fee. As for where that fee would go, it seamlessly looped back to benefit the Martial Alliance.

With its developed economy and wealthy populace, Northern Su was chosen by Ye Feng back then precisely for this reason.

So clear?

The four people looked at one another, initially unable to fathom Ye Feng’s intentions. After a brief contemplation, Su Yu finally mustered the courage to respond:

"Deacon Sun passed away three months ago."

Dead!

This response was indeed unexpected for Ye Feng; even though many of the Ten Great Stewards were old, none were on the brink of decaying.

"What was the cause of death? And the newcomer?"

Ye Feng continued to inquire.

"This..."

Su Yu hesitated, truly puzzled by Ye Feng’s intentions. Why such detailed questions, why so meddlesome?

Is the Martial Alliance yours?

"If the Northern King tells you to speak, then speak quickly. Do you find the way he died not novel enough? Director Elder Ge doesn’t mind showing you several other ways to die."

At the banging of the table by Ge Nie, several people’s legs trembled with fear.

"I will speak. Deacon Sun died of a sudden, violent death."

"I don’t know what exactly happened, General. Deacon Sun passed away mysteriously in his room three months ago. I even reported it to the Headquarters of the Martial Alliance in the Imperial Capital, but so much time has passed and not only has no new steward been dispatched, but not a single inquiry about it has been received."

Su Yu’s face was one of helplessness. The matter would have been left as it was, and everyone considered Deacon Sun’s death an accident. He hadn’t expected Ye Feng to bring it up.

"Are there any clues?"

Ye Feng frowned and turned to Ge Nie. It would be hard for anyone to believe this was normal, given the Martial Alliance Headquarters’ bizarre indifference.

"I don’t know about your own family’s affairs."

Ge Nie merely pursed his lips.

There’s an old saying, "Respect the Buddha not the monk." Who doesn’t know who founded the Martial Alliance among the top echelons of Xuanyuan Nation? Therefore, the attitude of the Three Offices towards the Martial Alliance has always been one of turning a blind eye.

Of course, this incident had also taken place in Northern Su; without finding a way to brush it off, Ge Nie himself would feel unable to save face.

"Tong Qiubai, from now on, you’ll be the Leader of the Su City Martial Alliance. As for you, Li Xiaoshu."

"Die!"

Ye Feng flicked out another paper ball.

Why?

The Grandmaster named Li Xiaoshu died with eyes wide open; he had always been cautious, committing the least crimes. Had it not been for the coercion and temptation from Su Yu tonight, he would have never partaken in such an event.

But still, he died!

"Do you know why I didn’t kill you?"

Ye Feng looked at the Grandmaster named Tong Qiubai, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

"Because I didn’t write anything."

Tong Qiubai bitterly smiled.

Not writing didn’t mean ignorance; on the contrary, he knew a lot. As a steward of the Su City Martial Alliance, what he knew was second only to Su Yu.

The reason he didn’t write was that he was well aware that the crimes he committed didn’t leave much chance for survival. If he was going to die whether he wrote down his wrongdoings or not, why bother wearing out his heart more?

"That’s right,"

"Remember, your life is granted by me. Reflect well on what you can do in the future and what you must absolutely not touch,"

Ye Feng finally stopped flicking paper balls and waved his hand to dismiss them.

"Thank you, General Ye, for sparing my life!"

Tong Qiubai bowed deeply and left without looking back, having narrowly escaped death at Ghost Gate Pass this night.

Unforgettable it was!

"And you just let him go?"

With that, the turmoil seemed to have settled.

"Otherwise?"

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Ye Feng sighed deeply.

A rebellious child, as long as it didn’t betray its own and walk down an irreversible dark path, he was willing to put in the effort and work to bring it back.

Besides, the achievements of the Martial Alliance over the years were not insignificant.

"You did nothing wrong, and the Martial Alliance did nothing wrong. The only ones in the wrong are those with ulterior motives,"

Ge Nie pondered while sipping his tea.

Ge Nie knew something about what was wrong with the Martial Alliance. Everything is difficult at the beginning, and in such complex times, it’s normal for the Martial Alliance to have been targeted by those people.

It was just a matter of waiting out the storm before looking for ways to help Ye Feng rebuild it!

"Elder Ge, with your advanced age, you should take good care of your health. If there is anything you want to say, feel free to speak your mind now,"

Clearly, Ye Feng had long been accustomed to such platitudes.

"How did Ning Tianya manage to raise a brat like you,"

"Final advice: go retrieve what belongs to you first, then think carefully about how you want to seek revenge,"

After speaking, Ge Nie patted his behind. Has he been used and dismissed just like that? He couldn’t bother to check Ye Feng’s expression anymore.

Time to leave!

"A bunch of old bastards, all fond of keeping people in suspense,"

Although Ye Feng thought so in his heart, he still sincerely thanked Ge Nie.

Retrieve what belongs to me?

Of course, having been away for so long, Ye Feng longed for them indeed.