Chapter 151 Three Conditions

And then he kissed her just like that. The cold and proud young woman tried to dodge, but could escape by no means...
Then she felt her red lips become moist...
"Not bad," Zhang Xiaofan said with a faint smile. "If you are willing, you can consider following me. It just so happens that I am lacking someone to serve tea and pour water."
"You, let me down!" The cold and aloof beauty panicked a little. This fellow was truly formidable, but why was he so shameless...
"Putting you down it is. Why the fierce look?" Zhang Xiaofan said with a faint smile, and then released the cold beauty.
"Follow me." Once on the ground, the cold beauty acted as if nothing had happened.
With that, she took the lead, opened the railing, and walked inside. Her hips swayed invitingly, making Zhang Xiaofan genuinely want to reach out and give them a couple of squeezes.
Stepping inside, they soon entered a corridor leading to a relatively large villa. Around the villa, men in black suits were still stationed, and one could see that their hands were maintained at a very optimal angle.
This posture meant they were ready to draw their guns at any moment, and the position of every post was meticulously arranged, carrying a distinct air of special operations.
Arriving at the front door on the first floor of the villa, the cold beauty knocked on the door. "The person is here."
"Come in."
A deep voice came from inside the room.
The woman shoved the door open and cast a glance at Zhang Xiaofan. Zhang Xiaofan smiled and walked in, with the cold beauty following closely behind.
Upon entering, it opened directly into a spacious hall. Dozens of people were standing inside the room, and the Feng-long brothers were naturally among them. At the very front, on rosewood chairs, sat two people: an elderly man and a middle-aged man. Without having to guess, they were undoubtedly the two heads of the Feng family.
As Zhang Xiaofan stepped through the door, the expressions of the dozens of standing men turned icy, and involuntarily, they surrounded Zhang Xiaofan.
Zhang Xiaofan merely smiled. Having dared to come, he had already anticipated such a situation.
"You must be Zhang Xiaofan?"
The old man on the seat asked indifferently, evidently quite surprised after seeing Zhang Xiaofan's young age with his own eyes.
"You must be Feng Xiangwen, right?" Zhang Xiaofan remained unperturbed and calm.
"Audacious! How dare you directly address the family head's name!" Immediately afterward, someone roared.
"Oh? What are names given for if not to be called? Besides, was I talking to you?" As he spoke, Zhang Xiaofan's figure vanished from the spot. When he reappeared, a slap had already landed across the speaker's face, knocking out several teeth directly.
Too arrogant! To dare beat someone from the Feng family right in front of so many people—this kid was simply too arrogant!
With this slap, the atmosphere in the hall instantly grew tense, thick with the smell of gunpowder. Zhang Xiaofan merely smiled and spread his hands. "I was just teaching a dog a lesson. Is there any need to be so nervous? Huh? Want to make a move? Fine, come on, if you think you can be better than the Soul-Eating Flying Dagger... oh, and the netherworld walker..."
A threat—this was a direct threat. Yet, the people in the hall had to admit that all of them combined would not be a match for the two individuals Zhang Xiaofan had just mentioned.
"Enough. State your purpose," Feng Xiangwen waved his hand to signal the people in the hall to calm down, then addressed Zhang Xiaofan.
"My purpose is very simple. I'm here to settle scores with you," Zhang Xiaofan smiled. "Originally, the unpleasantness with two of your Feng family juniors wasn't something I took to heart, but then you sent people to assassinate me? That made me quite angry. Tell me, shouldn't I come looking to settle accounts?"
"What do you want?" Feng Xiangwen asked in a deep voice.
"Very simple. I've come to kill you all as well..." The smiling expression on Zhang Xiaofan's face suddenly turned ice-cold. The abruptly unleashed chill was like the bitter frost of the extreme north, biting to the bone.
Instantly, the expressions of everyone in the hall turned tense with alarm, and several pitch-black gun barrels even aimed directly at Zhang Xiaofan.
"Hehe, what are you so nervous about... There is still room for negotiation, after all..." Zhang Xiaofan smiled. "However, pointing guns at me—that is where you are in the wrong... Those who usually point guns at me are all... dead."
While Zhang Xiaofan was speaking, several silver needles had already shot out with blinding speed, plunging into the glabellae of those men in a flash, and their bodies collapsed limply to the ground.
"If we have something to say, let's say it nicely; if we have a score to settle, let's do it slowly. Why resort to guns for no reason? You lack manners entirely," Zhang Xiaofan chuckled lightly, then looked at Feng Xiangwen and said, "Old man, wouldn't you say so?"
Utter contempt—this was absolute contempt. Feng Xiangwen was burning with inner rage, but he had no choice and could only endure it.
"What on earth do you want?" Feng Xiangwen asked. "Let's be frank."
Zhang Xiaofan smiled. "Since you put it that way, old man, I'll speak directly. As long as you agree to my three conditions, I can spare your lives..."
"Name them. What are the three conditions?" Feng Xiangwen asked. Since the Qin family had not replied for so long, there was clearly little hope left there.
"First, have him kneel and kowtow to apologize to me." Zhang Xiaofan looked at Feng Conglong.
"In your dreams!" Feng Conglong immediately shouted.
"Shut up!" Feng Xiangwen roared instantly, and then turned to Zhang Xiaofan. "Go on."
"Second, your family must withdraw from the stage of Northern Capital, and my people will take over entirely."
Hearing these words, Feng Xiangwen's old face twitched slightly from anger, but he still listened as Zhang Xiaofan continued.
"Third, hand over that half-piece of the Yin-Yang Fish stone."
Zhang Xiaofan smiled lightly as he looked at Feng Xiangwen. "Old man, these three conditions shouldn't be too difficult, right? To be honest, I don't like killing people..."
"Father, let's fight him to the death! I refuse to believe he really has three heads and six arms!" Feng Yiyuan stood up immediately and said to Feng Xiangwen.
"If even our lives are gone, of what use is our current status?" Feng Xiangwen said in a deep voice. Then, looking back at Zhang Xiaofan, he continued, "As long as he wishes it, we are already dead men..."
At Feng Xiangwen's age, he naturally understood the terror of martial cultivators, especially experts like the Soul-Eating Flying Dagger and the netherworld walker, neither of whom were a match for the young man before them. No matter how many people they had here, it would only amount to a slaughter...
With the Qin family remaining silent and that sudden surge of power in the Northern District, nothing here was a coincidence. The Feng family seemed to have truly reached its end.
Preserving the lives of the entire Feng family was probably the best possible outcome...
At that very moment, the main door of the hall was pushed open once again. Following everyone's gazes, a beautiful figure walked in, and a look of surprise immediately appeared in Zhang Xiaofan's eyes.
Isn't this Yue Hen, the disciple of Feng Qingyang from Jinghai? Why is she here...
Feng Qingyang... Could it be...
Soon, Zhang Xiaofan thought of a possibility. Could there really be such a coincidence?
As soon as Yue Hen walked in, she saw Zhang Xiaofan. In Jinghai, she had made a promise to become Zhang Xiaofan's woman, and seeing him again now, indescribable complexity stirred in her heart.
She walked to Zhang Xiaofan's side and said softly, "My master begs you to spare the Feng family..."
Yesterday, Feng Qingyang had learned about the Feng family's situation from Dragon Soul, but could not get through to Zhang Xiaofan's phone. That was why he had sent Yue Hen to rush over. Although Feng Qingyang had limited contact with Zhang Xiaofan, he knew Zhang Xiaofan's temper well—it was entirely possible that he would wipe out the entire Feng family.
Virtually everyone in the hall recognized Yue Hen because Feng Qingyang had brought her back once before. And who was Feng Qingyang? He was the true head of the Feng family in the truest sense.
When Yue Hen uttered those words, the last shred of wishful thinking in Feng Xiangwen's heart vanished completely.
None of the Feng family members present had expected that this young man actually knew Feng Qingyang, and that Feng Qingyang had even sent someone to plead on their behalf...
"I've already said it: agree to my three conditions, and I won't kill a single person from the Feng family," Zhang Xiaofan said. Even so, he would not change his purpose for coming.
"I agree to your terms," Feng Xiangwen stood up and said solemnly. Then, looking at Feng Conglong, he commanded in an irrefutable tone, "Go. Kneel and offer an apology."
"Grandfather!"
Feng Conglong clearly found this impossible to accept.
"If you don't kneel, you are expelled from the Feng family, and your life and death will have nothing to do with us," Feng Xiangwen said.
"Still not kneeling down?" Feng Yiyuan roared immediately. Things had reached this point, and he was not a fool.
"Fine! I'll kneel!"
Gritting his teeth, Feng Conglong dropped to both knees, bowed his head toward Zhang Xiaofan, and said, "It was I who was blind and offended you. Please forgive me."
Zhang Xiaofan said indifferently, "Don't blame me for bullying you. You hired people to kill me; according to my principles, I should have killed you. Admitting your mistake in exchange for your life—you got the better deal. Get up. Since you are the family of Elder Feng Qingyang, as long as you do as I say, I will never make things difficult for you."
Feng Conglong stood up, feeling utterly humiliated, but he had no choice except to swallow this humiliation. He also knew he no longer possessed any capital to reclaim this lost dignity.