Facing Liu Qin's spittle-flying abuse.
As he listened to her demean him as utterly worthless, like a sewer rat...
Chu Feng's face turned livid, the muscles in it twitching violently beyond his control.
His fists clenched tight, his knuckles turning white.
If not for the fact that this woman standing before him with her hands on her hips, cursing like a shrew in the street, was his mother-in-law in name—
He would have rushed over in a flash and sent Liu Qin flying ten miles away with one hard slap!
Who was Chu Feng?!
He was the master of Asura Hall, whose name shook the overseas Dark World and struck terror into countless tycoons and magnates!
He was the uncrowned king who commanded a hundred thousand troops!
With such an exalted status, how could he allow a shrew to insult him so wantonly?!
But...
Reason ultimately triumphed over impulse.
Thinking of his Dragon King Extreme Tyrant Art, which was about to pass its cooldown period and reach full mastery...
Thinking of his assassin identity.
And in order not to leave any brutal, bloodthirsty impression in the heart of his beautiful wife, Xu Bingning.
Chu Feng forcibly swallowed this humiliation!
In the end, he still restrained the urge to reveal his identity on the spot and slaughter everyone in sight.
Endure!
Those who achieved great things did not fuss over trifles!
Chu Feng took a deep breath of the cool night air, forcibly suppressing the frustration and fury surging wildly in his chest.
Facing the three members of the Xu Family, whose gazes seemed ready to devour him alive, he straightened his still slightly filthy, hunched back.
"Father, mother, Bingning."
Chu Feng's eyes blazed as he spoke in a deep voice that he believed was as sincere and confident as possible.