"The law?" Fang Wanlin scoffed. He glared at Chu Feng as though he was looking at an idiot. "You are so childish, Mr. Chu. The law is only used to control the lower classes. It means nothing to me! In the past, did kings and nobles get punished for killing a peasant? How ridiculous! In Jiangbei, the word of the Fang family is the law. Anyone who disobeys us shall be punished for treason!"
The Tang family members were angry to hear that, but they could not dispute it. It was the harsh truth.
The influence the Fang family possessed in Jiangbei made them judge, jury, and executioner. They could get away with anything.
"I see."
Chu Feng nodded and breathed a sigh of relief, as though he had one less thing to worry about.
Fang Zhong thought Chu Feng was finally going to surrender. He cackled savagely, "I hope you've finally realized the gravity of the situation! Let me tell you, it's too late! You'll be drawn and quartered for offending me. Prepare for a cruel death… Ahhhh!"
Before Fang Zhong could finish his sentence, he let out a cry of utter agony. Chu Feng waved his hand, and a burst of air shattered Fang Zhong's kneecap. There was no way it was going to recover.
"To me, that's all worthless," Chu Feng said calmly. "Let this be a lesson to you. Mind your manners."
Fang Zhong's knee already had a bullet hole in it. Now that the burst of air had crushed the bone into bits, one could only imagine how painful it was…
Fang Zhong rolled back and forth on the ground. Snot and tears were flowing freely.
Tang Sisi felt moved. She knew he did that to get back at Fang Wanlin for whipping her.
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