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{Chapter: 191 Head on conflict with Ye Feng! Stronger?!}
After finishing a brief conversation with Ye Feng, Wang Sheng took the initiative to approach Chen Zheng and strike up a chat.
Chen Zheng had been dispatched in a hurry by his elder cousin Chen Meng. His instructions had been clear: lend his presence and support to Ye Feng. That was his only task for the evening.
But now, after talking to Wang Sheng, Chen Zheng was beginning to piece things together. He was starting to understand why Ye Feng wasn't well-liked by the elite circles of Jiangbei.
Beyond the incident of Ye Feng's embarrassing, loud, and foul-smelling fart during the banquet, there seemed to be another more serious factorâYe Feng had offended someone he should never have crossed paths with.
That person was none other than Lin Yuan, the direct young master of the Lin family.
And Lin Yuan wasn't just any wealthy heir. He was the undisputed successor of the Lin family, representing its full authority and influence.
Upon hearing the details from Wang Sheng, Chen Zheng's expression shifted.
"So, it turns out that the young master of the Lin family is the one stirring up problems. Hmph. That kid? I can deal with him," Chen Zheng said with a nod, a smug smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.
In Chen Zheng's view, many people were hesitant to associate with Ye Feng simply because they feared Lin Yuan and the power behind him. Unless Lin Yuan himself personally confirmed his animosity toward Ye Feng, the situation would remain ambiguous.
But that was an easy problem to solveâat least in Chen Zheng's mind.
As someone older and a figure of influence within Jiangbei's upper society, Chen Zheng believed he had every right to speak directly to Lin Yuan. From his perspective, Lin Yuan was just a junior who needed to be reminded of his place.
With an air of superiority, Chen Zheng raised his hand and hooked his finger toward Lin Yuan, calling out in a voice that echoed across the hall:
"Hey, little brat from the Lin family! Uncle Zheng has something to say to you. Come over here and listen!"
His voice was commanding, laced with arrogance, as if he were summoning a servant instead of addressing the heir of the Lin family.
Many of the surrounding guests turned to watch the exchange unfold. They were intriguedâand slightly uncomfortableâby Chen Zheng's choice of words.
Although most of them disapproved of Chen Zheng's rude tone, they assumed Lin Yuan would ignore the insult for the sake of peace and save face for both sides.
But what happened next left everyone stunned.
Lin Yuan didn't even bat an eye.
He remained seated, relaxed, and completely unbothered, continuing his calm and pleasant conversation with Yu Shanshan and Gui Qingtong, as though he hadn't heard anything at all.
The deliberate disregard was obvious.
Chen Zheng's face twitched in anger.
"You little brat from the Lin family! Are you pretending to be deaf now?! Didn't you hear me calling you?!" he barked, his voice louder and more aggressive, drawing the attention of nearly every guest at the banquet.
But Lin Yuan still didn't spare him a single glance.
The entire hall went quiet. Tension filled the air.
Everyone watching understood one thing clearly: Lin Yuan was making a statement.
He wasn't just ignoring Chen Zhengâhe was refusing to give even the slightest respect to the Chen family.
Being ignored by Mei Yuxian earlier had already bruised Chen Zheng's ego, but at least that had made some sense. She was a matriarch, a powerhouse in her own right, and someone whose influence surpassed his own.
But Lin Yuan?
Lin Yuan was just a junior, a younger generation heirâyet he dared to show such blatant disrespect?
Chen Zheng's face turned dark with fury.
Unable to suppress his rage any longer, he stomped toward Lin Yuan's table.
In his mind, Lin Yuan was nothing more than a spoiled, arrogant playboy. Chen Zheng had encountered many of his kind beforeâyoung masters who thought themselves untouchable simply because of their family name.
He had taught several of them harsh lessons before.
As he approached, Chen Zheng fully intended to pull the same trick again. He believed that using his seniority alone would be enough to pressure Lin Yuan into submission.
As soon as he got within arm's reach, Chen Zheng raised his voice and shouted directly at Lin Yuan:
"You little brat of the Lin family! Are you deaf?! I've called you twice, and you pretend not to hear?! Do you think you can just ignore me like this?!"
The crowd held their breath, waiting to see how Lin Yuan would respond.
Lin Yuan finally turned his gaze toward Chen Zheng, his expression calm but icy.
With a voice as light as a feather and yet sharp as a blade, he replied:
"Don't call me 'little brat of the Lin family.' Do you even know who you're talking to? Who the hell do you think you are? Just a mung-bean-eyed mongrel and a bastard from the Chen family trying to act like you're someone important."
Gasps echoed throughout the hall.
Everyone froze.
The insult was mercilessâhumiliating evenâand it had been delivered with such effortless disdain that it made Chen Zheng look like a clown in front of the entire elite gathering.
Even Yu Shanshan and Gui Qingtong, seated beside Lin Yuan, couldn't help but glance at each other in surprise. Lin Yuan's tone had been calm, but the slap he delivered with words echoed louder than anything else that night.
Chen Zheng stood there trembling in anger and disbelief, unable to speak for a moment.
No one had dared talk to him like that in years.
But Lin Yuan didn't care.
He slowly turned his gaze back to the girls, as if Chen Zheng were no longer worth his time.
And in the minds of everyone watching⊠he wasn't.
Lin Yuan had always presented himself as calm, composed, and easygoing in public. His demeanor rarely gave people a reason to doubt his manners or upbringing.
Yet today, he had directly cursed Chen Zheng without hesitation.
The contrast between his usual elegance and today's ruthless words left everyone present momentarily stunned.
Chen Zheng's face turned ashen with rage. His expression twisted into a sneer as he spat out his response:
"I, Chen Zheng, haven't been around for a few years, and now a brat like you thinks he doesn't need to show any respect?"
He scoffed, eyeing Lin Yuan up and down with obvious disdain.
"Look at yourselfâso fair-skinned, so delicate. You don't look like you've endured a single hardship in your life. You're not sensible at all. Let me, your elder, give you a lesson today."
Chen Zheng's voice was dripping with condescension as he continued, "Don't go thinking that being a young master makes you anything special. In my eyes, you're no different from a pile of worthless trash."
Without waiting for any response, Chen Zheng lunged forward and grabbed at Lin Yuan's shoulders, clearly intending to humiliate him in front of the crowd by physically dominating him.
Chen Zheng had spent decades serving in the army. Although his training had not been the most rigorous in recent years, his physique remained robust and strong. His arms were thick, his grip powerfulâhe was used to handling tough recruits, not pampered young heirs.
In contrast, Lin Yuan appeared almost fragile, with a slender frame and tender-looking skin that seemed untouched by hardship. In Chen Zheng's mind, this confrontation was already over before it even began.
Meng Yuelan, who had been watching from the side, immediately cried out in alarm.
The entire banquet hall tensed.
Everyone assumed Lin Yuan was about to be physically overpowered and humiliated by Chen Zheng.
But what happened next left the entire room dumbfounded.
Before Chen Zheng could even tighten his grip, Lin Yuan's hand shot up with lightning speed and seized Chen Zheng's thick wrist with terrifying precision and strength.
The guests around them gasped.
Despite Chen Zheng yelling loudly and creating a scene, no one had seen clearly how Lin Yuan had moved.
It was too fast.
Even Chen Zheng himself was stunned.
He had made his move quickly and decisively, confident in his ability to grab and subdue Lin Yuan. But somehow, this delicate-looking young master had reacted faster than he could comprehend.
For a split second, Chen Zheng hesitated, disbelief flickering across his face. But he quickly tried to recover, raising his other hand to seize Lin Yuan by the neck instead.
Yet before he could act, Lin Yuan's grip tightened with a cold, indifferent look in his eyes.
'Crack...'
A chilling sound echoed through the airâthe sound of bones snapping under immense pressure.
Chen Zheng's face twisted in agony.
"Ahhh!!" he screamed uncontrollably, unable to suppress the howl of pain erupting from his throat.
His body buckled slightly under the intense pain as his right wrist, crushed within Lin Yuan's grasp, was bent at an unnatural angle.
The guests, who had all expected to witness Lin Yuan being humiliated, now stared in stunned silence.
Some even wonderedâwas this part of a martial arts performance?
After all, Chen Zheng was a robust man, weighing close to two hundred pounds, a seasoned veteran from the army.
Meanwhile, Lin Yuan looked like a polished, sheltered aristocratâhow could he possibly overpower Chen Zheng with such ease?
Only two people in the room understood the truth: Chen Zheng himself, and Ye Feng, who had been observing closely.
Chen Zheng's mind was reeling from the searing pain. His entire body was covered in cold sweat, and his vision blurred slightly as fear gripped his heart.
It was not an actâhis bones were truly broken!
With a single hand, Lin Yuan had crushed his wrist like breaking a brittle branch.
Chen Zheng, once so full of bravado, now stared at Lin Yuan in terror, his body trembling.
Ye Feng, known in mercenary circles as the "Mercenary King," could tell immediately that Chen Zheng's cold sweat and desperate cries were genuine.
There was no deception hereâChen Zheng was no match for Lin Yuan at all.
Ye Feng's heart was thrown into turmoil.
He couldn't understand it. Lin Yuan was supposed to be a sheltered young master, an ornamental figure raised in luxury, with no battlefield experience or physical conditioning.
How could he possess such terrifying strength?
Despite his shock, Ye Feng instinctively knew what had to be done.
"Stop it!" he roared, striding over to Lin Yuan's side.
Ye Feng, using almost all the strength he could muster, swung his hand to slap Lin Yuan's grasp away from Chen Zheng, trying to forcefully intervene.
Outwardly, it appeared as if he was trying to mediate and deescalate the situation.
Inwardly, however, Ye Feng's heart burned with hatred.
At that critical moment, he secretly poured all his strength into his push, hoping to use the opportunity to seriously injure Lin Yuanâmaybe even break his arm!
Yet before his attack could connect fully, Lin Yuan moved once more.
With fluid, effortless speed, Lin Yuan raised his free hand and caught Ye Feng's incoming arm with pinpoint precision.
The moment their hands met, Ye Feng's eyes widened in disbelief.
He had launched his strike with his full strength, strength that had carried him through countless deadly battles around the world, strength that earned him the title of Mercenary King.
Yet Lin Yuan caught him as if he were nothing more than a reckless child.
And more terrifyinglyâYe Feng realized Lin Yuan's grip strength exceeded his own!
Ye Feng's heart quaked violently, far more shaken than he had been when Lin Yuan had bested him at the piano earlier.
Losing in music had stung his pride, but it could be excusedâmusic wasn't his specialty.
But strength?
Strength was his foundation, his pride, the very thing he prided himself on above all else!
He simply couldn't understand it.
Unbeknownst to Ye Feng, Lin Yuan's mind was as calm as still water.
He knew exactly why.
Ye Feng's strength attribute was approximately 180 pointsâalready considered monstrous among ordinary people.
But Lin Yuan?
The moment Ye Feng made his move, Lin Yuan had silently activated his system, boosting his strength attribute up to a staggering 200 points!
In the realm of raw physical might, Lin Yuan had already surpassed Ye Feng!
And now, with Ye Feng's arm trapped firmly in his hand, Lin Yuan's cold gaze seemed to pierce straight through his soul.
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