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When Qin Feng leisurely arrived at Chen Manor, the sun was already high in the sky, and the streets were bustling with people. He looked at the grand entrance before him and smirked; to him, it seemed quite ordinary. Striding up to the door, he knocked on the bronze ring.
“Who is it?” a lazy voice called out promptly.
With a creak, the door opened, revealing a servant whose eyes were still half-closed from sleep.
Qin Feng regarded the servant coolly and said, “Open the door. I wish to see Chen Yuanwai.”
The servant paused, sizing up Qin Feng. At that moment, Qin Feng's sharp brows and bright eyes exuded confidence and arrogance. Although he was dressed in plain blue attire, it was evident he was no ordinary person.
“Which young master are you?” the servant asked respectfully.
“Qin Feng,” he replied flatly.
The servant blinked in surprise, his mind racing as he tried to recall where he had heard that name before. Suddenly, he exclaimed, “What? You’re Qin Feng? That poor scholar?” He then cast a disdainful glance at Qin Feng. “Get lost! Just get out of here!”
A cold glint flashed in Qin Feng's eyes as he raised his foot.
With a loud bang, the door burst open. The servant screamed as he spat out a mouthful of blood and flew backward.
He landed heavily on the ground and fainted.
Qin Feng glanced around the manor; it was indeed impressive, complete with rockeries, small bridges, and flowing water. He stepped inside and casually closed the door behind him.
The commotion drew the attention of other servants. Upon seeing their fallen comrade, they gasped in shock.
“Xiao San, what happened to you?”
“Quick! Go call the master! Someone’s causing trouble!”
The servants noticed Qin Feng but dared not approach him. Instead, they shouted for help.
Qin Feng stood quietly in place; this was precisely what he wanted. After all, he had come to see Chen Yuanwai.
Soon, a rotund man dressed in luxurious attire hurried over, exclaiming, "What happened? What's going on?"
The servants all turned to look at Qin Feng. Chen Yuanwai also glanced at Qin Feng, his brow furrowing slightly as he felt a vague familiarity. "Who are you?"
"Qin Feng," Qin Feng replied calmly, meeting Chen Yuanwai's gaze.
"Hmm? It's you? Hmph, a poor scholar dares to cause trouble in my residence? You must be looking for death!" Chen Yuanwai was taken aback for a moment before sneering.
"Oh? What’s this, Chen Yuanwai? Do you dare to kill a scholar?" Qin Feng asked with a smile.
Chen Yuanwai sensed something was off; this young man was far too composed, completely different from the Qin Feng he remembered. "Are you really Qin Feng? What do you want?"
"I'm giving you a chance—return my sister," Qin Feng said coolly, producing two taels of silver from his hand and tossing them over. "This is your two taels of silver, take it."
The silver clinked as it landed at Chen Yuanwai's feet.
Chen Yuanwai was momentarily stunned; he didn’t even glance at the silver but instead looked up and laughed mockingly. "Ha! Qin Feng, you want to back out now? It's too late! Guards, throw him out!"
At his command, the servants closed in on Qin Feng. He shook his head, saying, "You really want me to make a move." As soon as the words left his mouth, his figure flickered.
Bang! Bang! Bang! In an instant, all the servants were sent flying outwards as Qin Feng stood there and clapped his hands.
Pfft! Pfft! Pfft! The servants spat blood as they fell to the ground, unconscious.
With the area cleared, Qin Feng rubbed his wrist and looked at the stunned Chen Yuanwai, speaking in a calm tone, "You wouldn’t want me to give you a punch too, would you?"
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