He Is an Impostor

The arrogance on Lu Feng's face subsided somewhat, and he abandoned any thought of making another move. With Lin Liyun's current identity and strength, there was no way he could be a match for Zhong Sanxiao before him.

"Uncle Zhong!" At Lin Xiaojin's signal, Lu Feng clasped his fists in greeting.

Zhong Sanxiao's expression stiffened. With some doubt, he walked down from the entrance and looked Lu Feng over from head to toe, saying in disbelief, "You're still alive?"

Lin Xiaojin hurriedly explained, "It's a long story, Uncle Zhong. Let's return to the residence and talk."

Zhong Sanxiao nodded suspiciously. As he walked, he asked a guard beside him, "Is the Family Head in the residence?"

The guard replied tremblingly, "The Family Head... he went to Paradise Quarter again early this morning."

Zhong Sanxiao's face darkened, and he barked with some anger, "Go fetch him back at once! Also send someone to the Steamed Bun Shop in Fu Lin Town and bring the Second Family Head back as well!"

Following behind Zhong Sanxiao, Lu Feng secretly listened to the exchange and could not help musing to himself. Though he did not know what kind of place Paradise Quarter was, its name alone, coupled with the awkward look on the guard's face as he reported it, told him it was certainly no decent place. It was most likely either a Gambling House or a brothel.

No wonder Zhong Sanxiao was so furious. The master of an entire residence was forever frequenting such places—how could the Lin Family possibly hope to rise again?

What he did not understand was why the Second Family Head, Lin Bairu, would be at a Steamed Bun Shop in a neighboring town. Nothing much had been mentioned about this on their way here.

Just as Lu Feng