Chu Feng stepped forward, his gaze sweeping across the old man of the Zhou family who was in the middle of the crowd. Once sitting on the high seat of the grand master, he was now hunched over, trembling.
The knees of these so-called "superior" individuals were not as firm as imagined.
"According to seniority, should I address you as Grandpa, right?" Chu Feng asked calmly, his tone devoid of joy or sorrow.
"No, I dare not!" Mr. Zhou knocked his head on the ground repeatedly, his body drenched in a cold sweat.
This man was a four-star general, one of the most powerful figures in the military, and an influential figure. Even Yang Jingyu, the commander of the Yenching region, stood respectfully beside him, not daring to utter a word.
As a member of a declining family, what right and appearance did he have to claim the title of elder?
Chu Feng nodded, dismissing the matter, and continued, "Are you satisfied with the gifts I presented to you?"
He gestured towards the golden mountain given by Li Hongtu and the one billion orders from Ma Sanyuan.
Everyone in the Zhou family suddenly snapped back to reality. These influential figures and priceless gifts were all sent by Chu Feng.
So that's how it was. Only someone of such status could possess such abilities.
The members of the Zhou family lowered their heads, their emotions in turmoil, unsure of how to respond.
Chu Feng did not waste any more time and spoke calmly, "I'll take it as you're satisfied if you're all silent."
"I have two reasons for coming here today."
"Firstly, I want to help my adoptive parents establish their platform. I've heard that they've endured numerous grievances in the Zhou family over the past ten years. They deserve an explanation."
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