High Martial Arts: Starting with a Conceptual-Level Superpower

Feng Yi sheathed his dagger.

"Speak, what kind of collusion exists between your Qin family and the Divine Cult?"

As the cold light on his back disappeared, Qin Ziang breathed a long sigh of relief, as if he had escaped a disaster.

He swallowed hard, his throat bobbing, and then spoke.

"Only my father and a few high-ranking family members know the specific details of this matter. I don't know much either, but I've heard my father say that there are important figures in the cult who are cooperating with our family."

"What kind of cooperation?"

At this moment, Feng Siyuan, who had been playing on his phone the whole time, put it away and came over to ask.

Since it concerned the religion, he became interested as well.

Qin Zi'ang shook his head slightly, and then said,

"I don't know. I only know there's a collaboration, nothing else."

Feng Yi sneered after hearing this.

"Do you think this is enough to pay for your life?"

After saying that, Feng Yi held the dagger up to Qin Ziang and waved it around.

Qin Ziang quickly added, "I also know that the big shot from the cult comes to Shanghai almost every month to meet with my dad. And another thing is, that big shot from the cult is a woman."

Now Qin Ziang only wants to survive. As long as you put a little pressure on him, his psychological defenses will completely collapse, and he will blurt out all the information he knows.

Upon hearing this, Feng Siyuan suddenly chuckled.

"A woman comes to see your father every month. Could your father be having an affair with someone from this cult?"

Normally, no one would dare to joke about Qin Ziang's father in front of him, but now Qin Ziang could only laugh along and didn't dare to breathe too loudly.

"Is there anything else?"

Feng Yi continued to ask.

Qin Ziang shook his head, his voice humble.

"That's all the information I have. If I find out anything else, I'll tell you immediately, okay?"

Seeing that he really didn't know anything more about the Qin family and the Divine Cult, Feng Yi handed the dagger to the woman with the ponytail.

"Put it on his back."

Upon hearing Feng Yi's words, Qin Ziang immediately began to struggle on the ground.

However, because his tendons in his feet and hands had been severed, he could only wriggle in place.

"You just said you wouldn't kill me and would let me go, how could you go back on your word, you son of a bitch."

Feng Yi shrugged and spoke calmly.

"I didn't kill you. I just had her stab you in the back with a dagger, and then have someone carry you home later. Isn't that letting you go?"

Qin Ziang was stunned for a moment, then realized that Feng Yi had never intended to let him go from the beginning. He only said those things to get information about the Qin family and the Divine Cult from him.

Upon realizing he had been deceived, he completely broke down.

"The dagger is poisoned. You never intended to let me go. Damn it, your whole family will suffer a terrible death."

Feng Yi deliberately put on an innocent look.

"Poisoned? What does that have to do with me? I didn't poison you. Do you know who poisoned you? I can help you get revenge."

Before Qin Ziang could continue speaking, the woman with the ponytail had already plunged the dagger deep into his back.

He screamed and fainted.

But Feng Yi didn't feel relieved. He turned to Feng Siyuan and asked.

"Is there any way to wake him up? I feel it's too easy for him to die like this."

Feng Siyuan glanced at Feng Yi with surprise.

"You're too ruthless, kid."

Although he said that, Feng Siyuan's body language betrayed him. He walked up to Qin Ziang, put two fingers together, and shot out a burst of star power.

Qin Ziang, who had been unconscious, instantly regained consciousness.

Feeling the pain in his back and the fear of impending death, he groaned in agony on the spot.

His eyes were filled with fear, and tears streamed down his face.

Her body trembled slightly with fear.

Looking at him, Feng Yi felt no pity; he deserved it all.

Zhang Yu can finally rest in peace.

Feng Yi turned around, slightly raised his head, and thought to himself.

"Uncle Zhang, I've avenged you. You can rest in peace now. I'll also take good care of your children."

After saying that, Feng Yi opened his eyes. At this moment, Qin Ziang was so weak that he could no longer speak. His face was pale and bloodless, and his eyes were lifeless. He was obviously on his deathbed.

"Don't worry, I mean what I say. I'll let you go as I say I will."

Feng Yi looked at Feng Siyuan and said.

"Second Uncle, could you please throw him out for me?"

Feng Siyuan gave the woman with the ponytail a look before speaking.

"Even if you don't say anything, I'll still throw him out. I can't let him stink here."

With his great revenge fulfilled, Feng Yi finally relaxed.

I thought it would take some effort, but it was surprisingly easy.

However, the matter did not end there. Given the Qin family's influence in Shanghai, they would soon be able to trace it back to Feng Siyuan.

Since the problem arose because of me, I must resolve it thoroughly before I can leave.

He couldn't just leave this mess to Feng Siyuan and go straight back to Kyoto without a care in the world; that wasn't in Feng Yi's nature.

So Feng Yi asked curiously.

"Second Uncle, how do you plan to deal with the Qin family, this local tyrant of Shanghai?"

Feng Siyuan smiled mysteriously and said...

"You'll find out soon enough, let's go."

After saying that, he took the lead and walked out of the basement.

Feng Yi asked, puzzled, "Where to?"

"Gifts!"

Feng Yi and Zi Hanshuang followed Feng Siyuan and got into his pink chopped pepper fish head car again.

Zi Hanshuang had not said a word; she was only following Feng Yi to protect his safety.

As long as nothing threatens Feng Yi, she won't interfere with whatever Feng Yi wants to do.

This time, Feng Siyuan drove directly out of the city and onto a mountain on the outskirts of Shanghai.

Feng Yi was a little curious about where they were going up the mountain.

And what did Feng Siyuan mean by giving gifts?

But when the car reached the top of the mountain, he understood.

The gift they sent was Qin Zi'ang's corpse.

There is a magnificent manor on the mountaintop. Next to the manor gate is a huge rock with the words "Qin Family" written on it.

This is where the Qin family of Shanghai is located.

At this moment, more than ten cars were parked in front of the Qin family's gate, with five masked men in black standing next to each car.

When Feng Siyuan and his group reached the mountaintop, one of the men in black immediately ran over and opened the car door for Feng Siyuan.

Judging from his figure, Feng Yi recognized the man in black as the ponytail woman from the basement earlier.

It seems that these dozens of men in black are all Feng Siyuan's men.

"Knock on the door. Since you're here to deliver a gift, you should at least be polite."

The woman with the ponytail nodded, walked to the front of the Qin family's gate, and kicked it out.

boom!

With a loud crash, the imposing red gate of the Qin family was kicked open.

Feng Yi raised an eyebrow, surprised that this woman with the ponytail was so strong.

And is this her understanding of knocking?