At the scene of the incident, a Xiao Household Clan Elder soon arrived on orders, only to find that the once-thriving Merchant Street had been reduced to ruins.
Feng Zhengliang sat atop the scattered bricks and timber, clapping the dust off his hands, while a group of Xiao Household guards rolled on the ground in agony.
The Xiao Household Clan Elder demanded furiously, "Feng Zhengliang, how dare you run so wild? Do you think you can beat our people whenever you please?"
The Xiao Household Clan Elder was not afraid of Feng Zhengliang. Over the two hundred years since the various households had settled in Suyang, they had become connected through marriage and kinship. Strictly speaking, he was even Feng Zhengliang's senior.
As for the city lord, they had still shown some respect and fear when Feng Mingzhu held the position, but after he withdrew behind the scenes, it had become nothing more than a banner displayed for appearances.
The Feng Household was a powerful aristocratic clan, but were they not powerful aristocratic clans themselves?
Yet Feng Zhengliang dared to call even his own father an old beast. At those words, he immediately took offense. "You there, Xiao! What did you just say?"
The Xiao Household Clan Elder said, "You must give me an explanation for this!"
Feng Zhengliang burst out laughing. "What a joke! What can you do to this young master?"
"Oh, right, old fool. I haven't settled accounts with you yet. I heard that some people who've been wagging their tongues everywhere collected rewards from your Xiao Household. What exactly is going on?"
The Xiao Household Clan Elder froze briefly at those words, then relaxed and flatly denied it. "I know nothing about it!"
This matter could not be hidden from anyone paying attention. With so many