I, a spoiled young master, conquered the Crown Princess right from the start!

"The Fourth Prince, is he so great?"

The light, airy voice was like a needle, instantly piercing the noisy atmosphere.

Young Master Li's face darkened, and he abruptly turned around, looking around before shouting sharply, "Who? Who's speaking!"

"I!"

Chu Feng walked over unhurriedly with his arms crossed. He looked Li Cheng up and down, and he vaguely remembered the man.

This man, named Li Cheng, was also a member of the elite elite circle in the capital. Although his family background was ordinary, he was considered a prominent figure in the capital because he was deeply trusted by the Fourth Prince.

"The...the Crown Prince of Zhenbei!"

When Li Cheng saw that the person who came was Chu Feng, the arrogance on his face instantly froze, replaced by a hint of surprise and doubt.

The fat man he was trampling underfoot suddenly had a glint of light in his eyes, which were almost completely filled with fat, and he excitedly shouted, "Young Master!"

After calming down, Li Chengqiang looked at Chu Feng and asked, "Young Master Zhenbei, what brings you here?"

Snapped!

His response was a crisp, resounding slap.

Without warning, Chu Feng slapped Li Cheng so hard that he spun halfway around and fell to the ground with a thud, his face instantly swelling up on one side.

The entire room fell silent.

Chu Feng didn't even glance at him again, but went straight forward and helped the fat man up from the ground. This man was none other than Fatty Wang, the young master of Wang's Money Shop.

"Your Highness, what brings you here?" Fatty Wang looked at Chu Feng, his face trembling with excitement.

Chu Feng dusted himself off and asked bluntly, "Do you still want to be my underling?"

"Yes! Of course I want to!" Fatty Wang nodded repeatedly, his eyes filled with admiration. "Your Highness, you are the benchmark I will strive for in my life, the role model I should learn from most!"

This statement surprised even Chu Feng himself: "Is there anything about me that I can learn from?"

"Of course I have!" Fatty Wang asked sincerely. "Your Highness, you are the number one playboy in the Great Qian Dynasty! My biggest dream in this life is to follow in your footsteps and become the second biggest playboy in the Great Qian Dynasty!"

amount……

Chu Feng's lips twitched; this little fat boy's thought process was indeed peculiar.

He pointed at the dazed Li Cheng on the ground and said, "If you want to be my underling, you'd better have some guts. Go and give him a good beating. My men can't be bullied like this!"

"This..." Fatty Wang glanced at Li Cheng, a hint of hesitation flashing across his face.

Chu Feng's gaze softened: "What, you don't dare?"

"What's there to be afraid of!" Upon hearing this, Fatty Wang steeled himself, rolled up his sleeves, and declared, "Since the young master has spoken, if I, Fatty Wang, back down today, wouldn't I be disgracing you!"

After saying that, he walked aggressively toward Li Cheng.

"You dare!" Li Cheng roared at his men, both shocked and furious. "What the hell are you all standing there for? Get him!"

Before his subordinates could make a move, Chu Feng's icy voice resounded throughout the entire area.

"Anyone who dares to move will die."

These five simple words carry a chilling undertone.

Li Cheng's men trembled in fright and took several steps back in unison.

Just kidding, this guy just slaughtered the four young masters of Zhao Hai last night. The bloody record has already spread throughout the streets and alleys of the capital. Who would dare to provoke him at this time?

Fatty Wang had already rushed up to Li Cheng, and without knowing any moves, he swung his fist and punched Li Cheng in the nose.

With a "bang," Li Cheng's nose started bleeding instantly.

"You bastard! How dare you hit me! The Fourth Prince will not let you get away with this!" Li Cheng cried out in pain, tears streaming down his face.

"So what if he's the Fourth Prince!" Fatty Wang was really going all out today, cursing and kicking as he went. "I'm not going to put up with this today! I'd rather die than let you know how powerful Fatty Wang is!"

He was hitting him hard, but he didn't notice that although Li Cheng was shouting fiercely, his body was like it was nailed to the ground. He couldn't do anything to resist except take the beating.

Li Cheng was terrified. He wanted to fight back and dodge, but his body was completely out of his control, as if he were being crushed by an invisible mountain. Even moving a finger was a luxury.

This was naturally Chu Feng signaling to Leng Yue, who used a trace of Grandmaster's power to suppress her.

In the blink of an eye, Li Cheng was beaten so badly by Fatty Wang that he was unrecognizable, his face bruised and swollen, that even his own mother wouldn't recognize him.

"Huff... huff..."

The fat man stopped abruptly, bracing himself on his knees and panting heavily. "Damn it, I never thought hitting someone would be so tiring!"

"This guy is even more useless than my predecessor," Chu Feng thought to himself, looking at his exhausted state.

He walked up to Li Cheng and said coldly, looking down at him, "Go back and tell that so-called Fourth Prince that from now on, Fatty Wang and Wang's Money Shop are under my protection. If he's not satisfied, he can come to the Zhenbei Prince's Mansion to find me anytime."

"roll!"

As the last word was uttered, the invisible pressure vanished abruptly.

Li Cheng's men, feeling as if they had been granted a pardon, hurriedly and clumsily lifted him up, and fled the scene in a disheveled state, their faces filled with resentment and bitterness.

"Thank you so much for saving me today, Your Highness. I, Wang Dafu, am deeply grateful!" At this moment, Wang Pangzi's father, the pot-bellied middle-aged man, stepped forward and bowed deeply to Chu Feng.

Chu Feng waved his hand and said with a sneer, "You're too kind. What I hate most in my life are these spoiled brats who bully others by relying on their power!"

Upon hearing this, both Wang Dafu and his son Wang Pangzi twitched at the corners of their mouths, thinking to themselves that this young prince was truly ruthless, even cursing them when he wanted to.

"In any case, His Highness has done a great favor for my son today. In the future, if there is anything my Wang Family Bank can do to help, please feel free to give the order!" Wang Dafu said solemnly.

"Um... I happen to need your help with something right now." Chu Feng touched his nose, looking a little embarrassed.

Fatty Wang immediately patted his chest and said, "Your Highness, please speak! Going through fire and water... I may not be able to do it, but as long as it's within my power, I will never refuse!"

"I need some money, I don't know..."

Before Chu Feng could finish speaking, Fatty Wang waved his hand dismissively: "Hey, what's the big deal? Your Highness, how much do you want?"

"Tens of millions of taels, perhaps!" Chu Feng tentatively suggested, then quickly added, afraid of scaring them off with an exorbitant demand, "If that's too much, ten million taels will do!"

After hearing this, Fatty Wang chuckled: "Your Highness, do you know what our family has in abundance?"

"Huh?" Chu Feng asked curiously.

"Money! A mere few tens of millions of taels, nothing!" Fatty Wang said dismissively, turning to his father, "Dad, right?"

Wang Dafu laughed heartily, "Of course! If His Highness the Crown Prince asks, let alone tens of millions, even a hundred million taels, my Wang Family Bank can prepare it for you immediately!"

"Damn, that's some serious rich guy!"

Chu Feng cursed inwardly, and when he looked at Fatty Wang again, his eyes were like those of someone looking at a walking God of Wealth.

He patted Fatty Wang's shoulder heavily: "I've got my eye on you, little brother! From now on, if anyone dares to bully you, tell me, and I'll beat them up!"

……

As night falls, the lights are on.

Chu Feng, accompanied by Leng Yue and his newly acquired tagalong, Fatty Wang, stepped into the Misty Rain Pavilion.

When Fatty Wang learned that Chu Feng needed money to attend the Yanyu Pavilion auction, he insisted on coming along to broaden his horizons. Naturally, Chu Feng had no reason to refuse such a big spender.

"Young Master Chu has arrived! Please come upstairs quickly!"

The shop assistants at Yanyu Pavilion had sharp eyes. As soon as they saw Chu Feng, they greeted him warmly and personally led him to the auction hall on the third floor.

"Chu Feng!"

As soon as I reached the third floor, a voice filled with resentment rang in my ears.

Chu Feng looked in the direction of the sound and saw Shen Yufeng staring intently at him, her eyes filled with a desire to devour him alive.

Chu Feng glanced at him and said lazily, "What? Didn't you get enough of a beating yesterday?"

"Chu Feng, do you dare to have a fair fight with me!" Shen Yufeng gritted his teeth, almost squeezing out the words.

"A match?" Chu Feng seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world. "Who are you? Who am I? Are you even worthy?"

"you……"

Shen Yufeng was so angry that his face turned red, and he almost couldn't catch his breath.

Just then, a clear, cold, and arrogant female voice rang out: "Second brother, you, a dignified sixth-rank martial artist, are fighting with a piece of trash. If word gets out, won't people laugh at you for bullying someone?"

As soon as she finished speaking, a woman dressed in gorgeous clothes and with an elegant demeanor walked over gracefully. Her eyes and brows exuded an innate nobility, and her gaze toward Chu Feng was full of disdain and contempt.

"Big sister!" Shen Yufeng bowed deeply upon seeing the woman.

Chu Feng glanced at the woman, and her information flashed through his mind.

Shen Yujiao, the eldest daughter of the Duke of Shen's mansion.

She is a famous noblewoman from the capital, ranked seventh on the list of beauties of the Great Qian Dynasty, and has a constant stream of suitors.

Shen Yujiao stepped closer, her gaze sharp as a knife, staring directly at Chu Feng: "Yesterday, was it you who slapped my brother?"

"That's right," Chu Feng replied crisply.

Shen Yujiao's eyes instantly turned cold, and she parted her red lips slightly, uttering a few words.

"Ah Lang, slap him back!"

Swish!

No sooner had she finished speaking than a dark shadow suddenly darted out from behind Shen Yujiao, as fast as a ghost, rushing straight at Chu Feng's face with a sharp gust of wind!