Siheyuan: Hang Jia Dongxu, smash Banggeng to death!

Feng Yuxiu?

The prince frowned.

He knew almost everyone in Tung Sing, including the Five Tigers and the heads of various branches, but he had never seen this person before.

"You're from Tung Sing? I've never seen you before?"

Feng Yuxiu did not answer, but simply took a step forward.

The crown prince instinctively took a step back.

He didn't know why he was retreating, but his body was more honest than his mind.

Feng Yuxiu said coldly, "Tonight, we will determine who is superior and who is inferior, and we will also decide who lives and who dies."

The crown prince paused for a moment, then smiled.

"You?"

He raised his machete and charged towards Feng Yuxiu.

He swung the blade down with all his might.

Feng Yuxiu did not dodge, nor did he even move.

The machete was about to strike his head when he suddenly turned to the side, the blade grazing his ear.

The prince's body lurched forward due to inertia, and he didn't have time to stop.

Feng Yuxiu's elbow struck the Crown Prince in the chest. He felt as if he had been hit by a car, and he stumbled back several steps before falling to the ground with a thud.

I have a sharp pain in my chest, and it feels like my ribs are broken.

The crown prince, panting heavily, looked at Feng Yuxiu with disbelief in his eyes and his voice trembling:

"Who...who are you?"

Feng Yuxiu looked down at him and said, "I said it, Dongxing, Feng Yuxiu."

The camel behind him looked delighted; it seemed Feng Yuxiu had agreed to let him join Dongxing.

The prince gritted his teeth, struggled to his feet, gripped his machete tightly, and charged forward again.

This time he dared not be careless.

His swordsmanship became increasingly cunning; one strike after another, he thrust, slashed, parried, and hacked, each move executed with full force.

Feng Yuxiu dodged slowly and deliberately, his footsteps light, as if he were walking on cotton.

Each time, he narrowly avoided the prince's attack, not a second too early, not a second too late.

The prince slashed him more than a dozen times, but he didn't even touch the hem of his clothes.

"Is that all you've got?"

Feng Yuxiu's voice was calm, without sarcasm or disdain, simply stating a fact.

The crown prince's face turned ashen.

How is that possible?

You should know that in your younger years you learned martial arts from a master.

He gritted his teeth and slashed again with his knife.

This time, Feng Yuxiu did not dodge.

He reached out and pinched the blade between two fingers.

The crown prince was stunned.

I tried to pull it back with all my might, but I couldn't get it to move.

I pushed forward with all my might, but it wouldn't budge.

The machete was as if it had been welded to the spot, remaining completely still.

Feng Yuxiu loosened his fingers and kicked the prince in the chest.

The prince was sent flying again, crashed into the wall, bounced back, and lay on the ground, blood gushing from his mouth.

The hall fell silent for a moment.

When the Hung Hing men saw the Crown Prince beaten like this, their morale collapsed immediately.

The people of Dongxing, however, fought with increasing ferocity.

Feng Yuxiu walked up to the Crown Prince, looked down at him, and said, "You're too weak. Where is Chen Haonan?"

The prince raised his head, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said, "You're looking for Chen Haonan? He can't beat you. But you won't find him because he's not here at all."

Feng Yuxiu frowned slightly: "Where is he?"

"have no idea."

Feng Yuxiu's foot stepped on his thigh with a force that was neither too light nor too heavy, but enough to make the crown prince feel the fear that his bones were about to be crushed.

"have no idea?"

Feng Yuxiu's voice was calm, as if he were asking if he had eaten today, but the force under his feet increased.

"Aaaaaah!!!"

The prince's screams echoed through the empty hall, making the shattered glass tremble. "It hurts! It hurts!! Let me go, I can give you money, lots of money!"

Feng Yuxiu did not loosen his grip; instead, he increased his strength even further.

"Even if I kill you, your money will still be mine."

He looked down at the prince, his gaze as calm as a stagnant pool. "Where is Chan Ho-nam? Will you tell me or not?"

The crown prince looked completely bewildered and said, "I...I don't know, I really don't know."

If I had known, I would have said so already.

Chen Haonan wasn't his underling, so there was no need for him to hide anything. Whether he lived or died didn't matter.

The camel stood to the side, hands in its pockets, and slowly said, "Is this Zun Du or Jia Du?"

The prince was in so much pain that tears almost welled up in his eyes. He nodded hurriedly, "It's real! Realer than real gold! If it weren't real, I would have died!"

Feng Yuxiu frowned deeply, staring at the Crown Prince for a few seconds, seemingly trying to determine the truthfulness of his words.

The prince felt uneasy under his gaze and quickly added, "Brother, I really don't know where Chen Haonan is. He's not under my jurisdiction."

He's one of Big B's men, I can't control him. You should go talk to Big B, Big B definitely knows.

Feng Yuxiu's brows remained furrowed, but he lightened the pressure on his feet.

The prince felt the pressure on his thighs lessen a little and quickly took a few breaths.

"Brother Feng,"

The prince began to beg for mercy, "Please spare my life, I am willing to surrender and join Dongxing."

My men can all come with me. From now on, I'm your man. You can tell me who to kill, and I'll kill them.

The camel frowned.

He stepped forward and placed one foot on the prince's other leg.

The prince screamed in agony again.

"Camel, you son of a bitch—"

Before the prince could finish speaking, the camel interrupted him.

"Brother Feng, just kill him."

Camel's voice was cold. "We can find Chan Ho-nam slowly. The prince is deliberately playing the victim and begging for mercy. He is extremely cunning and must not be allowed to live."

The prince glared at the camel, his eyes wide with fury: "Where am I so cunning? I'm about to die, can't I just beg for mercy?"

"Camel, you're using your position for personal revenge; you're avenging the sand bug."

Camel sneered, "Is it wrong for me to stand up for my underlings?"

He turned to look at Feng Yuxiu, "Brother Feng, this kind of person cannot be allowed to live. If he can betray Hung Hing today, he can betray Tung Sing tomorrow."

"it is good."

Feng Yuxiu gave a curt response.

The prince panicked and struggled to get up, but both his legs were pinned down and he couldn't move.

He could only look up at Feng Yuxiu, his eyes filled with pleading: "Brother Feng, please spare my life, I..."

Feng Yuxiu looked down at the Crown Prince and remained silent for a moment.

"Alright."

The crown prince was stunned for a moment, then his eyes flashed with wild joy.

But that ecstasy lasted less than a second, because Feng Yuxiu's hand was already on his head.

“However,” Feng Yuxiu said, “I don’t need a subordinate like you.”

The prince's pupils contracted sharply.

He tried to shout, but his throat felt like it was blocked by something.

He tried to struggle, but his body felt like it was nailed to the ground.

Feng Yuxiu slapped the prince's temple hard with his palm, then gently twisted his neck.

"Click."

The prince's head was tilted to one side, his eyes were still open, and his mouth was still agape, but he was no longer breathing.

Feng Yuxiu released his grip, stood up, and patted the dust off his palms.

The camel loosened its grip, took a step back, and looked at the prince's corpse, a slow smile creeping onto its lips.

"Brother Feng is a master at cutting."

"Chan Ho-nam, keep looking. Tell me when you find it."

"Don't worry, Brother Feng, I will definitely find him."

The camel kicked the corpse and said, "Drag it away and throw it in front of Hung Hing."

The underlings rushed forward and carried the prince's body out.

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