Because, besides Li Chiyu, another big figure had arrived at his residence.
Facing Zhang Xueyuan directly was an old man with crane-like hair and wrinkles, looking extremely aged, yet his complexion was extraordinarily pale, sitting there like a paper figure from a paper shop.
Mr. Fang.
His real name was unknown, only that within the conservative factions, everyone referred to him as Mr. Fang.
Under Chen Feng was Xu Zhe, Feng Zhiyong had Han Qiang, and Mr. Fang was the strategist under Hong Jiuling.
Mr. Fang and Li Chiyu, one scholarly and one martial, were Hong Jiuling's right-hand men. On usual days, they were elusive figures even in the east of New City. The fact that they could gather today showed how much importance they placed on Chen Feng.
Looking at these masters in front of him, Feng Zhiyong was ecstatic. Under Ninth Master, there were four great masters: "Grave Digger" Li Chiyu, "Nightfall" Mr. Fang, "Madman" Weng Ziqiang who could resist a thousand pounds, and "Iron Demon" Li Chuan who could swallow gold and eat iron.
Any one of these four could make the east of New City tremble.
Revenge!
Zhang Xueyuan's eyes were now red with blood, wishing to shout out loud, what Chen Feng? With these two in command, there was absolutely no chance to turn the tables.
"Mr. Fang, in my opinion, we should just suppress him directly. Why bother with such complicated measures and specifically send people to embarrass him? It's simply unnecessary." Li Chiyu sat on the side, his face full of disdain and indifference.
This matter was initially fully in his hands, and now that Mr. Fang had suddenly intervened, he was naturally a bit displeased.
"Young Master, fists aren't effective at all times. Chen Feng is not alone; he has a whole Order behind him."
"Killing isn't a clever tactic. Do you think I just want to destroy his reputation? That would be a grave mistake. I intend to attack the heart, to cut down the loyalty of his subordinates. Chen Feng and Feng Zhiyong are old acquaintances and cannot be allowed to remain. We trap him step by step into a desperate situation, then join forces to kill him. This world is never short of people with wolfish hearts. His subordinates witnessing all this will naturally have those willing to defect, and with this, it's the perfect opportunity to take down Order in one swoop! That is my true objective!"
Who would have thought that Mr. Fang was so farsighted, while Li Chiyu only thought about how to kill for venting. To him, however, it was about reclaiming Order.
"Report!"
Just as the three were discussing strategies, a report suddenly came from outside.
"Speak." Feng Zhiyong waved his hand, ordering the person to enter.
The courier appeared anxious, as if something was chasing him: "Sir… Chen Feng agreed to come to the banquet…"
Upon hearing this sentence, the three exchanged glances and all let out a sigh of relief.
"But..." the courier hadn't finished speaking when a few more words slipped out.
"But what? Don't make me drag it out of you!" Feng Zhiyong paused, his patience seemingly exhausted.
"But… Captain Wang Wei was deemed disrespectful by the other side, had his teeth broken, and even his arms violently twisted off, no, directly crushed."
Bang!
Mr. Fang was still holding a teacup, ready to savor it, but upon hearing the report, he immediately crushed it into powder, the finest tea leaves scattering to the floor.
Chen Feng's response was undoubtedly a hard slap to his face.
Instantly, Mr. Fang's eyes became as sharp as blades, as if they could slice off a piece of flesh, sinister to the extreme.
In this first confrontation, Chen Feng was undoubtedly one move ahead.