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Chen Family Manor, in the eastern district of the provincial capital.

Iron Eagle walked ahead and pointed to the two large bronze gates in the distance.

"Alliance Leader, the Chen family is just ahead. After Chen Baichuan took over as the family head, he took advantage of the internal discord within our alliance and forcibly swallowed up most of the output of the eastern mines. Over the years, he has been claiming to the outside world that he is jointly developing the mines with us."

"The Chen family is not very powerful, but the provincial martial arts association stands behind them."

Lin Feng did not respond.

He rested his right hand on the fang of calamity wrapped in black cloth behind his back, his steps unhurried.

At this time, the Chen family compound was decorated with lanterns and colorful streamers.

Red lanterns hung throughout the corridors, and red carpets were laid out on the main path.

Today is the 60th birthday banquet of Chen Baichuan, the head of the Chen family.

More than sixty tables were set up in the courtyard for a continuous feast. Prominent families and merchants from the provincial capital were scrambling to get in and have a drink.

At the main table, Chen Baichuan held a glass of specially supplied aged spirit wine, his face glowing.

A building materials merchant with a beer belly stood up, holding a wine glass in both hands, his back almost bent under the table.

"Patriarch Chen, you're sixty and in your prime! In the past few years, you've absorbed most of the output from the Beast Taming Alliance's mine, making the Chen family even more powerful! I believe it won't be long before you secure a place among the top families in the provincial capital!"

The people around quickly echoed his sentiment.

"What kind of Beast Taming Alliance is this? A bunch of turtles who've been hiding in the deep mountains for thirty years. Who doesn't know that the mine has long been the Chen family's private property?"

"That's right! Patriarch Chen is wise and powerful; those old cowards didn't dare utter a single word!"

Flattery and sycophancy rose and fell in waves.

Chen Baichuan felt completely at ease. He drank the spiritual wine in his cup in one gulp and smiled.

"You flatter me. In business, it's all about the ability to succeed. What they can't hold onto should naturally be taken over by someone with the strength."

Chen Baichuan put down his wine glass.

Outside.

Lin Feng and Tie Ying walked to the steps.

Two guards dressed in black stood between them, swords drawn, and sized the two men up and down.

"What are you doing? It's Patriarch Chen's birthday today, bring out the invitations!"

One of the gatekeepers, seeing that the two men weren't wearing any expensive clothes, became even more arrogant.

"Get lost if you don't have an invitation! Go beg for food at the back door, don't bring bad luck with the front!"

Iron Eagle was about to step forward and make a move.

Lin Feng raised his hand to stop him.

Without saying a word, he took the sword from his back with one hand.

The blood and qi in his right arm surged and circulated rapidly.

Lin Feng, holding his sheathed sword, swung it fiercely at the two large doors.

boom!

The loud noise drowned out the commotion in the courtyard.

The door, which was ten centimeters thick, bent in the middle on the spot, and the two guards didn't even have a chance to scream.

They, along with the gate weighing over two hundred kilograms, were blasted away by this terrifying force.

It flew over a distance of tens of meters and crashed heavily into the inner courtyard.

The gate, perfectly positioned, overturned three tables of food and drink on the main road, splattering the guard's blood and flesh all over the surrounding guests.

The joyous birthday banquet instantly descended into chaos.

The musicians playing instruments were so frightened that they dropped their instruments, and several noblewomen screamed and huddled together to hide.

Smoke and dust filled the center of the courtyard.

All eyes turned to the broken gate.

The dust gradually settled.

A young man in a black combat suit walked in, stepping on the gravel. The gaunt Iron Eagle followed half a step behind.

Lin Feng strolled leisurely to the front of the main table.

He raised his right hand.

Snapped!

He slammed a thick ledger onto the table.

"The Beast Taming Alliance is here to collect the debt."

Lin Feng's voice wasn't deliberately raised, and everyone in the audience could hear it clearly.

"Hand over the land deeds for the eastern mines, including principal and interest."

The courtyard was silent for a few seconds.

Chen Baichuan stared at the account book on the table, then looked up at Tie Ying's face.

He suddenly realized what was happening.

People from the Beast Taming Alliance!

Chen Baichuan was not afraid at all; instead, he sneered.

He smashed the wine glass in front of him on the ground.

"Who dared to trespass on my Chen family property?! It's you bunch of old turtles!"

Chen Baichuan's voice grew louder and louder as he cursed.

"What? You've been hiding in the mountains for thirty years, starving and now you've come to my Chen family to beg for food? And you even dare to bang on my door?"

The young man standing next to Chen Baichuan stepped forward.

Chen Ting, the eldest son of the Chen family.

At twenty-four years old, he was a second-level martial arts master, a somewhat well-known genius among the younger generation in the provincial capital.

Chen Ting pointed at Lin Feng's nose, his face full of sarcasm.

"Who do you think you are? A dog raised by an old tortoise, you dare to run wild in my Chen family!"

He took a step forward, his aura emanating from him.

"The eastern mines are in the hands of the Chen family. Come and take them if you dare! This useless organization hasn't dared to utter a sound in thirty years, and now you're showing up looking for trouble. I'll grant your wish; I'll have you chopped up and fed to the dogs right now!"

The words had barely left his lips.

Lin Feng didn't even look at Chen Ting's face.

He raised his right hand and, from a distance of four or five meters, slapped her across the face.

The Heavenly Gang Body Forging Technique, combined with powerful Qi and blood, condensed into a palm of Qi in mid-air.

The slap pierced the air, creating a piercing sonic boom.

Snapped!

The sound was crisp yet muffled.

The powerful slap landed squarely on Chen Ting's left cheek.

The young master Chen, who was shouting wildly just a second ago, suddenly stopped.

The enormous rotational force acted directly on his cervical spine.

Click!

The sound of bones breaking was clearly audible.

Chen Ting's head was turned three times around his neck, his face turned directly to his back.

The mocking expression on his face hadn't even faded yet.

He fell straight backward, crashing into the chair behind him.

He died on the spot.

The entire venue was deathly silent.

Followed by.

"Murder!"

Someone shouted, and dozens of guests scrambled out of the room.

The joyous birthday banquet turned into a battlefield in the blink of an eye.

Chen Baichuan's eyes instantly turned bloodshot as he looked at his son lying on the ground.

The head that had turned to the back of its head was staring at him with its eyes wide open.

"Ting'er! My Ting'er!"

Chen Baichuan let out a roar that sounded inhuman.

He suddenly raised his head, his eyes bloodshot, and pointed in Lin Feng's direction, shouting wildly.

"I want you all dead! I want you all to be buried with Ting'er!"

"Offerings are being made! Bring in all the guards!"

"Chop him into mincemeat! Mince him piece by piece!"

With Chen Baichuan's roar.

More than twenty figures emerged from all directions of the Chen family compound.

These are all trump cards that the Chen family is supporting with high salaries.

They were all at the Martial King level, and there were even a few Martial Venerable experts among them.

More than twenty people, armed with various weapons, surrounded Lin Feng and Tie Ying with murderous intent.

Various kinds of energy and light intertwined in the courtyard.

Iron Eagle flipped his hands, and spikes popped out from his dark silver wrist guards, ready to meet the enemy.

Raymond Lam made only one move.

He reached his hand behind his back.

The sword was drawn.

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