Green Mountain

In the courtyard, Zhang Zhuo and Chen Liqin walked back and forth under the persimmon tree, while Old Yao moved a chair to rest with his eyes closed, not lifting his eyelids once.

At this moment, Zhang Zhuo and Chen Liqin caught sight of Mr. Feng’s followers, Chen Wenzong, Chen Wenxiao, and Zhang Xia, their eyes practically bursting with rage.

Beside Zhang Zhuo, a young man, driven mad, rushed forward, "You beasts, let go of my sister! If you have issues, take it out on the men of the Zhang Family, why bully a woman?"

Mr. Feng watched the young man approach without any intention of avoiding him, and slowly raised his hand, ready to strike.

At a critical moment, Chen Ji stepped in front of Mr. Feng and punched the young man in the stomach.

The young man doubled over abruptly, vomiting uncontrollably.

Chen Ji said coldly, "How dare you be disrespectful to Mr. Feng? You’re seeking death."

Mr. Feng patted Chen Ji on the shoulder, appreciating, "You do have a sharp eye. Move aside, I’d like to have a talk with these two officials."

After that, his gaze swept across the faces of Zhang Zhuo, Chen Liqin, and Old Yao, eventually settling back on Zhang Zhuo, "Lord Zhang, I’ve always heard of your unparalleled talent in chess, care for a game? I’m afraid after today, there might not be a chance to play chess with you again."

Zhang Zhuo, helping his continuously vomiting son, retorted irritably, "At a time like this, you still want to play chess? What you should be doing now is protecting your mother!"

Mr. Feng froze, then burst into loud laughter, "Ah, you civil servants, always so indirect when insulting people, not quite satisfying."