Silence. The entire place was utterly silent.

Everyone stared at Yang Yi in disbelief, as if they were looking at a fool.

What had he just said?

Surrounded by so many members of the Zhou family, he had actually demanded that the eldest son of the Zhou family kneel!

And he even said that kneeling might allow the Zhou family to keep their bodies intact?

Was he crazier than Zhou Feng?

Where were they right now?

This was the Zhou family's territory, and here this lunatic still dared to threaten murder?

"Pfft! Hahaha!"

"Hahaha, I couldn't hold it in!"

"I couldn't either. Is this guy a lunatic or just an idiot?"

...

In an instant, because of Yang Yi's words, the tense atmosphere at the scene shifted into something almost joyful.

On the stage, Zhou Feng squinted his eyes, about to speak, but then his brow suddenly furrowed.

Others who were watching the scene also turned their gazes in one direction.

There, the crowd automatically parted to make way, and then, a portly middle-aged man emerged. A beautiful young woman, with an arrogant expression, clung tightly to his arm.

As the fat man moved forward, the people around him either flattered him with smiles or greeted him with respectful nods, some even bending deeply in deference.

Step by step, the fat man moved forward until a chair was brought over for him, and he sat down in front of the stage with a brazen air. He cast a dismissive glance at Yang Yi and said, "Jumping around like this, what a lack of decorum. Carry on, carry on!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the wealthy and influential figures in the front rows, who had high social status, smiled in relief and sat back down.

Meanwhile, those of lower status in the back were now staring at the fat man in shock.

"Is it him? No way, the Zhou family has so much clout that they could even invite him?"

"Yes, it’s that distinguished figure. Looks like the Zhou family is really on the rise!"

"It really is him!"

The crowd whispered among themselves, but no one dared to speak too loudly, all showing signs of deep respect for the fat man.

At this moment, the Zhou family patriarch, who had remained silent on stage until now, finally smiled and bowed slightly toward the fat man. "I apologize for the farce, Lord Jin. Feng'er, end this charade!"

Hiss!

As soon as the Zhou family patriarch spoke, those who were still unsure now had their suspicions confirmed, and the sound of gasps filled the air.

There was no way around it—this Lord Jin was a big shot in Zhongjing City, the highest-ranking captain of the entire Zhongjing police force, overseeing tens of thousands of people.

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It was said that a single stomp from him could make all of Zhongjing tremble.

Among the people here, there was no one he couldn't touch!

In the distance, even Mrs. Du's pupils constricted. She hadn't expected the Zhou family to have ties with Lord Jin, and judging by the girl at his side, it seemed like she was a star who came out of the Zhou family—one who was currently very popular. And she was by Lord Jin's side, which meant...

Mrs. Du didn’t dare to think further. Her eyes darkened as she began to think about ending this quickly and returning to discuss countermeasures with the Shen family.

Up front, Zhou Feng merely glanced at Lord Jin before quickly averting his gaze, fearing that his own killing intent might be detected by the man.

After all, the woman beside Lord Jin was Zhou Feng’s sister, a famous celebrity he had long wanted to have his way with. But in order to win over Lord Jin, she had been sacrificed.

Not only that, the Zhou family had also spent a great deal of money to curry favor with him. It could be said that Lord Jin was nothing more than a greedy pig!

But Zhou Feng couldn’t deny that, with this pig watching over them, the Zhou family's rise had been faster.

He licked his lips and smiled, "Understood, Father."

Then, restraining his madness, he lowered his gaze and looked submissively at Lord Jin, pointing at Yang Yi. "Lord Jin, may I dispose of this man?"

Lord Jin sneered and said, "Whatever. Just trash—deal with him as you like."

As he spoke, he pulled the Zhou family star into his arms, whispering something that made her giggle and gently punch his chest.

Everyone saw this, but no one dared to look for too long, quickly lowering their heads.

At this moment, Yang Yi, who had been ignored, spoke calmly, "Is this how the police in Zhongjing act? Deciding a person’s life and death with a casual word? Haha, trash? You got that right—you’re definitely trash."

As soon as these words fell, everyone turned to look at Yang Yi.

His words were shocking. Yang Yi had already stunned them so much today that they couldn’t fathom how insane he had to be to say something like this.

Was he really not afraid of death?

Many couldn’t understand where Yang Yi’s confidence came from.

If there had been any slight hope for Yang Yi before, thinking that he might have some ability to stand against the Zhou family, now, after Lord Jin had spoken, and with Yang Yi still being so arrogant, they didn't know whether to call him ignorant or just plain crazy.

To offend Lord Jin was to have no chance of survival in Zhongjing!

Sure enough, upon hearing Yang Yi's words, Lord Jin's brow furrowed slightly. For the first time, he opened his eyes and looked at Yang Yi. After a long, careful look, he suddenly chuckled disdainfully, "Just putting on a show."

Then, his face changed. Though fat as a pig, in this moment, his aura was terrifying. He stared coldly at Yang Yi and said flatly, "Yang Yi, I suspect you are a wanted criminal across Shenzhou. Surrender now, kneel on the ground, and await your fate. Otherwise, you’ll be executed on the spot!"

As the word "kill" fell, Lord Jin cast a faint glance at Zhou Feng.

The latter immediately understood, and a sinister smile crept across his face. He laughed darkly, "You're finished! You’re finished! Hahaha! You dare cause trouble on Zhou family territory? I’m going to slowly tear you apart, hahaha!"

The people around shook their heads at Yang Yi. If offending the Zhou family might still leave a chance of survival, offending Lord Jin was certain death—he had just sealed his own fate.

No one held out hope for Yang Yi anymore. After all, Lord Jin had looked at him for a long time—if he had any real background, wouldn’t Lord Jin have seen it?

But at that moment, Yang Yi chuckled softly, looked at his own hand, and said, "Surrender? I’ve never done such a thing. You think you can make me? A bloated fool; or you, a madman; or all of you, a bunch of worthless idiots!"

Yang Yi pointed at Lord Jin, at Zhou Feng, and at the Zhou family members, then at the bodyguards eager to take action.

He smiled lightly, as if he didn’t feel any impending danger at all, and said, "Those who die by my hand all deserve it. I never care how many wretches there are!"

Lord Jin's eyes turned cold, and he shouted, "What are you waiting for?"

Zhou Feng was about to speak when he saw Shen Xue, whom he had restrained, struggling violently. She even seemed to want to throw herself onto the sharp glass, screaming, "Run, run, Yang Yi, you idiot, hurry and take your daughter and run!"

Slap!

Zhou Feng slapped her across the face, causing blood to trickle from the corner of her mouth.

Seeing this, Yang Yi’s entire being radiated killing intent. The sound of cracking could be heard from the floor beneath him as he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Then, slowly, he opened his eyes.