Zhou Yang and Gao Shan's jaws dropped. They did not expect Chu Feng to get physical so quickly!
"Argh! You b*stard! How dare you hit me? You won't get away with this!" Zhou Peng yelled furiously. Blisters were forming on his face because of the boiling hot tea.
How dare he assault me? His name isn't even in the genealogical records! This is outrageous!
Chu Feng ignored the comment. He grabbed Zhou Peng's collar and lifted him off his feet like a chicken.
"Your filthy mouth needs to be cleaned."
With his other hand, he grabbed another teacup from the table and shoved it into Zhou Peng's mouth. The cup broke into pieces in his mouth, and Chu Feng kicked Zhou Peng several feet away.
Chu Feng could tolerate Zhou Yang and his family's arrogance, but they should not have gone too far.
He would not show any mercy to anyone who insulted his daughter.
Zhou Lie was stunned for a short while, but he remained seated and said nothing.
Zhou Ying widened her eyes and pumped her fists. Yeah, that'll show him!
"Ugh! Ugh!" Zhou Peng tumbled head over heels a few times before coming to a stop. His fancy clothes had become dirty and tattered. The shards of the broken teacup drew blood in his mouth, and it felt like he was biting razors.
"Dad! Mom! You must avenge me! Kill him! Kill him for me!" he wailed in agony.
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