Ye Feng took the mobile phone and asked directly, "Are you Chu Min from the Chu Family?"

    "Indeed, it is I!" Chu Min retorted coldly.

    "Was Hong Qingyan taken by you?" Ye Feng asked again.

    "Correct, she is currently in my hands!" Chu Min’s voice was equally frosty.

    "Very well," Ye Feng nodded, then continued, "You can start making preparations now."

    Chu Min was taken aback and asked back, "Prepare, prepare what?"

    Ye Feng enunciated, "Prepare a coffin for yourself."

    At the end of that sentence, Ye Feng hung up the phone, with no intention of wasting words with the other party.

    Such trash, in Ye Feng’s eyes, were like ants, completely unworthy of his time!

    Hong Zhenguo, however, was stunned and blinked before saying, "That was it... You hung up just like that?"

    "What else did you expect, to beg them to show mercy and let Hong Qingyan go?"

    Ye Feng sneered with a wave of his great hand, "Seventeen, let’s go, get the car ready."

    Seventeen didn’t waste any words and started pushing the wheelchair out.

    Hong Zhenguo came to his senses and quickly called out, "But Mr. Ye, we still don’t know where Qingyan is?"

    "There’s no need to know, we’re going straight to the Chu Family!" Ye Feng said without turning back.

    Looking at the silhouette sitting in the wheelchair, Hong Zhenguo couldn’t help but sigh deeply, "Indeed, a sovereign of his generation, daunting and imperious, never easily subjected to others."

    Hong Zhenguo was very clear, the Chu Family was doomed next, given the temperament of that sovereign. If Chu Min did not hand over Hong Qingyan obediently, it was very likely that today, the Chu Family would be drenched in blood.

    The car was ready, parked in the courtyard, the same Toyota Alphard that now seemed to be Ye Feng’s designated vehicle.

    But just as the three of them settled into the car, Hong Zhenguo’s mobile phone rang again, still Chu Min calling.

    Like this, Ye Feng sat in the wheelchair and went straight to the largest villa.

    Members of the Chu Family, hearing the commotion, hurried out from inside.

    "Who dares to act so recklessly, tired of living, are you? To actually run wild on the Chu Family’s own turf!" The first to rush out was a chubby middle-aged man, none other than the eldest son of Chu Min, Chu Xionghe, also the father of Chu Tiange.

    "So it’s you! You even dared to come to us; damn dog things!"

    As the saying goes, sworn enemies are particularly hostile when they meet, and Chu Xionghe, with a wave of his arm, roared, "What are you standing there for, go on, kill that cripple on the wheelchair for me!"

    Ye Feng didn’t move, sitting on the wheelchair, as immovable as a mountain, just as he had been in the face of thousands of enemy troops, let alone these few Little Luoluos.

    Seventeen moved, darting out with a whoosh, and within five seconds, more than a dozen security guards were lying around in disarray.

    This was also what Ye Feng had previously instructed, to hold back against those not involved, no need to break arms and legs.

    Over the years, Ye Feng had adhered to one principle: heaven leaves a line of survivability in everything, so he never killed the innocent wantonly. Of course, he would not be lenient either, and when faced with vicious and ruthless people, his methods were often even crueler than others.

    Chu Xionghe’s face changed, and without another word, he turned and ran inside, dialing a number on his phone as he went.

    Seventeen didn’t give him the chance and acted immediately to capture him.

    With a crack, Chu Xionghe’s hand that was holding the phone was rendered useless, causing him to scream in agony right there and then.

    Ye Feng maneuvered the wheelchair over, picked up the cell phone from the ground, and just happened to hear Chu Min’s anxious voice on the other end.

    "Hello, Xionghe, what’s happening? Speak up, what’s the trouble?"

    Ye Feng said coldly, "Chu Min, right? My name is Ye Feng, and I’m at your Chu Family’s place right now. Your son’s hand has been broken and he can’t talk to you now."

    On the other end, Chu Min roared, "You bastard, let me tell you, if you dare touch my... don’t blame me for fighting you to the death!"

    Ye Feng remained cold, "Remember what I told you, you now have half an hour to come here, and you’d better bring Hong Qingyan with you, unharmed."

    After saying this, he hung up the phone.

    As a mighty Acting King, he was used to others seeking an audience with him; he had never been the one to actively make house calls.