Warlord: Starting with Subduing Little A Qiao

"Yeah, Feng Jingyao might be waiting for us to come and cause trouble. How can we let his scheme succeed? I'm so unwilling to accept this!"

"At worst, I'll risk my old life to avenge Qiangzi!"

"Yes, it's worth risking my life! To avenge Qiangzi!"

……

At this moment, the crowd was filled with indignation.

"Stone, what do you think we should do?"

The man in black standing at the front turned to the bearded man beside him and asked.

The bearded man, nicknamed Stone, still looked grief-stricken as he turned to look at the group of workers behind him, as if he had made up his mind.

"We've reached a life-or-death situation; someone has a gun pointed at our heads!"

The murder of Qiangzi was an alarm bell!

Can we back out any further? No, we can't back out anymore!

If we retreat any further, we will only face certain death!

As soon as the somber voice was uttered, many of the workers behind him raised their fists and shouted in unison.

"Yes, we can't retreat any further; we have nowhere else to go!"

Seeing the crowd's indignation, the bearded man shouted loudly.

"Let's just take to the streets and make a big scene. I don't believe Feng Jingyao won't give us an explanation!"

"Yes, we need to hold a march!"

"procession!"

……

As soon as he finished speaking, the bearded man left first, leading a group of people directly toward the Feng Mansion.

Meanwhile, Feng Chengcheng had already taken a car from the Paramount and driven directly to the Feng Mansion.

However, when they were still two streets away from the Feng Mansion, the vehicle suddenly stopped.

"What happened? Why aren't you leaving?"

Feng Chengcheng's extremely anxious voice rang out; at this moment, her heart had already flown to the Feng Mansion.

Then the driver in front spoke with a hint of hesitation.

"Miss Feng, it seems there's a protest up ahead!"

procession?

Upon hearing those two words, Feng Chengcheng's eyes widened, and her face turned slightly pale.

"Is it possible to go around it?"

Luo Zhan, who was in the passenger seat, was unfamiliar with the route, so he also asked a question.

The driver leaned forward to look, then shook his head with a troubled expression.

Seeing that the protests blocked the way to Feng's mansion, Feng Chengcheng bit her lip and made a decision in the next second.

"Then I'll get out of the car and walk there!"

After saying that, she picked up her small bag and got off the bus.

Seeing her like this, Luo Zhan also pushed open the car door and followed her straight in.

Meanwhile, at the other side, the Feng Mansion was already in complete chaos.

The vanguard of the demonstration surrounded the Feng Mansion with an overwhelming number of people.

"Master, something terrible has happened! Those workers are causing trouble again!"

The butler, Uncle Xiang, had his brows furrowed tightly, leaving deep marks that seemed impossible to erase.

Feng Jingyao's face was visibly paler.

His temples had grown quite a few more gray hairs, which had clearly all grown in the last few days.

At this moment, he gritted his teeth and cursed even more.

"I wonder how much the Paramount Ballroom has benefited them, that's why they're fixated on our Feng Mansion, isn't it? This is outrageous!"

At this moment, he was clearly placing all the blame on Ye Bai!

As he spoke, Feng Jingyao slammed his fist heavily on the table, and his fist immediately turned red.

But at this moment, he seemed completely oblivious to the pain he was experiencing, his mind and eyes filled only with rage.

Seeing that Feng Jingyao's face was pale, the butler, Uncle Xiang, volunteered.

"Sir, please rest first. I'll go out and take a look."

Upon hearing this, Feng Jingyao's expression remained somewhat hesitant.

"Ah Xiang, those workers are at their wits' end. Your going out might not be enough; they're all after me..."

Upon hearing this, the butler smiled slightly.

"Don't underestimate me. I used to carry a gun. Sir, please rest."

After saying that, Butler Xiang left and headed for the door.

As soon as he left the room, the butler, Uncle Xiang, became very tense.

Knowing that Feng Jingyao's condition could not tolerate any further agitation, his expression became even more serious.

He became extremely prepared and ready for anything.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw a group of workers outside who had already put up red banners.

The four large characters "blood debts must be repaid in blood" were prominently displayed at the very center of the entrance to the Feng Mansion.

Upon seeing the butler emerge, the crowd at the entrance erupted in chaos.

Why hasn't Feng Jingyao come out yet?

Where is Feng Jingyao?

"We demand blood for blood!"

The bearded man in the front row held up a flag in one hand and clenched his fist in the other, shouting passionately.

"Feng Jingyao, you sent people to kill our brother Qiangzi. It is only right that a life should be paid for a life. Get out here and stop hiding in your Feng mansion like a coward!"

"You cowardly Feng Jingyao, get out here right now!"

"You coward, come out here!"

...

At this moment, Butler Xiang strode to the steps and tried to calm everyone's anger with his hands. He then raised his voice and said.

"I can guarantee that yesterday's events were not committed by my Feng Mansion. Heaven and earth bear witness!"

At this moment, his words clearly lacked credibility, and the workers outside the door were not listening to him at all.

Many people even picked up rotten eggs and rotten vegetable leaves and threw them directly at the Feng Mansion.

Several rotten eggs even hit the butler precisely on the head.

The yellow and white egg yolk dripped down the butler's hair and onto his face, even soaking his entire clothes, making him look extremely disheveled.

When Feng Chengcheng walked through the alley and arrived in front of the Feng Mansion, this was the scene she saw.

The anxiety in my heart felt almost tangible.

At this moment, she rushed into the Feng mansion, while Luo Zhan stood by and protected Feng Chengcheng from being pushed and shoved by the workers.

"Uncle Xiang, are you alright? Quickly wipe yourself clean!"

Feng Chengcheng's face was full of anxiety. She immediately took out a handkerchief from her handbag and wiped the egg liquid off the housekeeper's head.

Her hands were trembling slightly at that moment.

"Uncle Xiang, where's my dad? Why didn't he show up?"

"Miss, the master is in bed..."

The conversation between the two was clearly overheard by the workers in the front row, and the bearded man shouted even louder.

"Brothers, this is Feng Jingyao's daughter!"

"Feng Jingyao killed our brother Qiangzi, so we must capture her daughter to atone for Qiangzi's sins!"

"That's right, it's only natural that blood debts must be repaid in blood!"

At that moment, three hurried figures rushed in through the main gate.

Hearing the shouts from the doorway, Du Fei, still slightly out of breath, sighed.

"Heavens! How could this protest be so serious? Even Feng Jingyao's daughter is out here?!"

Thinking about who Feng Jingyao's daughter was, Du Fei peeked out.

The next second, when he saw the figure standing at the very front, he stood still and spun around.