"Fuck! Which turtle-spawned bastard is spreading this shit about me? If I find out, I'll skin him, tear out his tendons, and chop off his head to kick around like a ball!"
Rumors swept through the city like wildfire, and naturally, Feng Zhengliang and the others in the Feng Residence heard them too.
This wastrel, who had always caused trouble for others and never once suffered an insult himself, flew into a towering rage and began spewing curses.
Feng Tiande's expression was grim as well. He understood that these rumors targeted the Feng Household, not merely Feng Zhengliang alone.
Feng Tiande sighed. "Before the mountain storm arrives, the wind fills the tower."
"The moment news of our ancestor's death spread, every manner of demon and monster came crawling out. Next, they'll probably start making real moves to test us."
Feng Zhengliang said, "Why not just arrest them all and kill every last one?"
Feng Tiande glanced at him. "Easy for you to say. People everywhere are spreading these rumors. Who are you going to arrest? Who are you going to kill?"
Feng Zhengliang said, "What's so hard about that? I'll arrest whoever displeases me and kill whoever I feel like killing."
Feng Tiande cursed angrily, "What nonsense are you spouting? This is all because you keep running wild, you little brat!"
Despite being scolded, Feng Zhengliang merely rolled his eyes thoughtfully and, unusually, did not get angry.
He had always feared neither heaven nor earth. Unlike Feng Tiande, he was not bound by so many rules and restrictions, and an idea immediately came to him.
Not long afterward, he left the inner courtyard and summoned a lackey.
The lackey trotted over and said ingratiatingly, "Young Master... oh, no, City Lord, what can I do for you?"
Feng Zhengliang said, "Go