CHAPTER 103: CHAPTER 102: IF YOU DON’T RESPECT YOUR FATHER, YOU DON’T RESPECT ME!

Le Yu drew his gun and fired; no one could react in time.

Except Jing Zhengfeng.

At the moment the gun sounded, Jing Zhengfeng had already supported himself on the table with one hand, flipping and jumping up. While dodging, his five fingers clawed towards Le Yu, unleashing a light burst that bit like a wolf!

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Clang!

Le Yu casually punched, and Jing Zhengfeng’s light burst was instantly shattered like a bubble. Mid-air, Jing Zhengfeng was struck by Le Yu’s punch, causing him to lose balance and fly out, falling to the ground. However, the moment he landed, he rolled and stood up like a carp straightening its body, showing he frequently fought and wouldn’t dare stay on the ground regardless of pain or injury.

After the rapid exchange of blows in a flash, the others finally reacted, and the quiet Hui Fu Hall erupted into chaos:

"Young Master, how could you—"

"He actually fired!?"

"Move, move quickly!"

Some had even stood up, with expressions of panic, as if they wanted to flee the Jing Garden. Being part of the old Jing Family, they were already mentally prepared for the Jing brothers to fight for the Patriarch’s position with weapons, ready to run at the first sign of trouble.

Amidst the noisy commotion, Le Yu patted the short-barreled shotgun and lazily said, "Everyone, don’t be nervous. I was just playing a little joke with my adorable brother. Could it be that the well-experienced Jing Family people are scared? No way, right?"

Everyone calmed down, took a closer look, and realized that although Le Yu had fired at the dining table, there was no damage to it at all. Even Jing Zhengfeng, who was supposedly shot, was standing there without a scratch or any blood, though his face seemed swollen from the punch.

"When did Elder Brother start liking jokes?" Jing Zhengwu, calm and composed, picked up his teacup, tasted it lightly, and said with a smile, "And you even loaded the shotgun with blank cartridges. This joke is quite surprising."

Yes, Le Yu’s short-barreled shotgun was loaded with a blank cartridge, which only made noise with no effect.

The short-barreled shotgun could only hold two bullets, and loading one with a blank cartridge not only wasted the opportunity for attack but also wasted one bullet chamber—one must know that this shotgun was custom-made for Jing Zhengwei at a significant cost, and even the current Heyang Army’s standard shotguns were single-chambered, requiring reload after every shot.

But ever since Le Yu acted as a substitute for Jing Zhengwei, he changed the ammunition to one blank and one real shell for only one reason — out of fear of dying cluelessly.

Even modern firearms can accidentally discharge, so how could Le Yu trust this handcrafted shotgun? Moreover, due to its size, it could only be strapped to his thigh, risking accidental discharge or even explosion.

Unlike Jing Zhengwei, who wouldn’t mind such risks, Le Yu wasn’t as crazy or daring, and thus he prudently loaded one blank cartridge to reduce the risk.

Yet a blank cartridge wasn’t entirely meaningless. As the enemy didn’t know Le Yu had loaded a blank, his first shot could still force the enemy to dodge.

If the enemy assumed the firearm malfunctioned, or cleverly thought Le Yu’s shotgun was single-chambered, they’d rush at him confidently, only to be sent to their reincarnation with the second real shell.

Originally, it was just a safety mechanism, but unexpectedly, it found use now—Le Yu knew it was impossible to kill someone in this situation, but using the shotgun to scare people was a game the Jing Family’s Eldest Young Master could occasionally indulge in.

Le Yu sat down, motioned for Qing Lan to sit beside him, and then looked at Jing Zhengfeng, "My dear brother, I was merely joking with you; you aren’t upset, are you? No way, right?"

Jing Zhengfeng touched his swollen face, squinted his eyes slightly, and gritted out a few words: "...No, I’m not."

Then Jing Zhengfeng also returned to his seat, but this time he sat properly, head down, contemplating something, making others secretly amazed — the Eldest Young Master actually subdued this wild seed.

The housekeeper came over smiling to retrieve the shotgun from Le Yu for safekeeping, and Le Yu didn’t make it difficult, handing it over.

Hui Fu Hall returned to its lively atmosphere. Qing Lan, holding a coconut milk, lightly patted her breast, saying with some lingering fear, "Young Master, you scared me earlier, I thought—"

Le Yu: "Thought what? That I’d pull out the shotgun and kill everyone here, and then become the Jing Family’s Patriarch as soon as I step outside?"

Qing Lan was slightly startled, then hurriedly tugged at Le Yu’s sleeve, glancing around nervously, "Young Master, speak softly, in case someone hears—"

"It’s fine, it’s fine." Le Yu waved his hand, but seeing Qing Lan’s anxious face, he cooperated by lowering his voice, "You’ve been here all day, and still don’t know what this place is?"

He immediately answered himself, "A den of vice, deceitful and treacherous, where family members seemingly exchange affection, but actually discuss interests. Outwardly, the four brothers appear brotherly and courteous, but inwardly they wish to eliminate each other... The Jing Garden is nothing more than a stage, where everyone here plays the game of make-believe."

"In their eyes, Jing Zhengwei is already a loser." Le Yu laughed, "Whether I smile and play along with them or speak at will, it won’t affect their relationship with me—in this place, words can’t move people, only benefits are the true currency of the Jing Family."

"Relax, don’t eat too much, we have to take a ride back later."

While Le Yu was speaking, the servants began serving dishes, and soon the tables were filled with exquisite cuisines. The aroma filled the entire Hui Fu Hall, and some overweight family members, unable to resist, picked up chopsticks but dared not act, looking eagerly at the main table.

An inner banquet still requires observing order; the patriarch must signal the start of eating and take the first bite before others can move their chopsticks. If the Patriarch is absent, the eldest family elder takes his place.

"Elder, can we start eating?" Jing Zhengwu politely suggested.

However, the elder shook his head, "There’s still someone who hasn’t come. Let’s wait a little longer."

"Who hasn’t come?" Jing Zhengtang looked around, scratching his head, "It seems like everyone is here. Elder, who are you talking about? Should I go call them?"

The others were just as puzzled, not because everyone was expected to be present, but because if regular clansmen were absent, the elder wouldn’t pay attention—only if someone at the main table was missing would the elder notice and ask everyone to wait.

Feiwei pulled Jing Zhengtang back and pointed to the empty seat at the 12 o’clock position on the main table.

This position was reserved for the Patriarch. Although the Patriarch had been unable to attend family feasts for several months, out of respect, this seat was naturally kept empty.

Many people’s expressions changed immediately. Jing Zhengwu remembered something and glanced at Jing Zhengfeng. He should have guessed earlier—there was only one reason for their father to call this bastard back today!

At that moment, the sound of a wheelchair came from the back hall. Everyone turned to look and saw the old butler pushing a wheelchair out. Sitting in it was a tall, thin old man with white hair and whiskers, and a gloomy appearance!

"Greetings to the Patriarch!"

The clansmen stood up one by one and bowed respectfully, their voices growing louder and louder. The dishes on the table suddenly lost their appeal, as all their attention focused on the old man who seemed on the brink of death!

This person was the Patriarch of the Jing Family, the ’Blackthorn’ who had controlled the Jing Family for nearly thirty years, Jing Qingfu!

After the clansmen paid their respects, Jing Zhengwu suddenly added, "I wish Father a long life of prosperity and health!"

Jing Zhengtang also said, "I wish Father a speedy recovery!"

Damn it, couldn’t avoid calling ’Father’ after all, huh?

Leyu initially knew that the Jing Family Patriarch had been bedridden for months and usually didn’t attend family feasts. He was relieved to escape this ordeal, but hadn’t expected the axe to fall after all!

Leyu hesitated for a moment, then Jing Zhengfeng also said, "Good evening, old man."

"Fourth Brother, that’s enough—"

Jing Zhengfeng turned to see Leyu suddenly throwing another punch at him. Instinctively, he circled his right hand, attempting to neutralize Leyu’s attack—

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However, for some reason, Leyu’s fist still landed squarely on the other side of his face, leaving it swollen on both sides!

"Fourth Brother, don’t you realize what time it is? How can you be so disrespectful? As your elder brother, and it’s said that the elder brother is like the father, disrespecting your father is disrespecting me! I absolutely cannot tolerate such disrespect! You, say it again, did you hear me?"

Jing Zhengfeng covered his face, looking at Leyu with a mixture of anger and grievance.

Enough, even the old man couldn’t beat me, yet you hit me twice in one night!?

Yet Leyu righteously looked at Jing Zhengfeng, and at that moment, the light of righteousness seemed to shine on him, making him appear incredibly grand.

"Enough."

The Patriarch Jing Qingfu coldly said, "You all—"

"Okay."

Leyu immediately sat down, as if nothing happened just moments ago.

The others were taken aback for a moment, even Jing Qingfu choked—he had planned to say a few words to stop the brothers’ conflict, to show the Patriarch’s authority, but who knew his eldest son wouldn’t even give him the chance!

He also found it strange: Zhengwei used to never stand out like this, always speaking with sarcasm, but today...?

Thinking about Zhengwei’s ’actions’ over the past few days and his sudden interruption of his speech just now, Jing Qingfu suddenly felt he couldn’t understand his eldest son.

Elder brother as father, disciplining siblings, interrupting father’s speech, clearing subordinates, cutting off slave trade...

Could it be...

Jing Qingfu looked at Leyu, and a strange light appeared in his eyes.