Lu Guanghai reacted with extreme speed. The instant he recognized Wei Feng, every sinew and bone in his body tightened like a drawn bowstring.
A deep, heavy Dark Jin surged up from the soles of his feet, running through his spine and straight into both fists.
With a shift of his feet, he shot forward like a phantom and blocked the enraged Lu Guangchen, shouting in a low voice, "Guangchen! Calm down!"
Lu Guanghai locked his gaze firmly onto Wei Feng at the doorway, his voice icy cold. "Wei Feng, fifteen years ago, Second Uncle spared your life. Not only did you fail to repent, you dared come back to stir up trouble! Did you do what happened to those three presidents?"
Hearing this, Wei Feng let out a wild, arrogant laugh. Waves of force rolled through his laughter, making the office windows hum and tremble.
"So what if I did? So what if I didn't? Lu Guanghai, do you think I'm still that pitiful wretch from fifteen years ago, forced to act according to the Lu Family's moods?"
He abruptly stopped laughing, his gaze scraping across the Lu brothers like razors. "Breaking a few legs was nothing more than a casual gesture."
"I merely wanted to tell you Lu Family trash that I, Wei Feng, am back!
"The humiliation that old bastard Lu Yulong inflicted upon me back then, and the Myriad Ravines Return to Flow Fist that should have been mine—I'll personally take them back, principal and interest included!"
The moment his words fell, Wei Feng moved!
When he moved, he was truly like a fierce tiger bursting from its cage, a mad dragon trampling the sea!
His massive six-foot-three frame erupted with terrifying speed utterly mismatched to his size.
His old-fashioned cloth shoes scraped against the expensive