Chapter 125: The Descendants of the Feng Family

  "Baosheng, how's everything going? Has the guy who shot Jinbao been executed?"

  As soon as Xiǎo Bǎi Shēng arrived at the hospital ward, Mrs. Xiǎo immediately asked, and in the ward, apart from Xiǎo Jīn Bǎo who was still lying on the bed and hadn't woken up yet, Xiǎo Jìn Jué was also present.

  Xiang Baisheng sighed and didn't wait for him to speak, Xiang Jinjue stood up from the sofa and said: "Just look at him like that, you know, no need to ask!"

  "Dad, I didn't expect that kid to be the son Zhao Zhihong found recently. When I just arrived at the Public Security Bureau, Zhao's sisters rushed over and even mobilized the army to surround the entire Public Security Bureau!"

  Xiang Jinjue had already guessed roughly and knew that his son was now the country's vice premier, but he hadn't settled things down yet, which showed that the other party's background wasn't small. But what Xiang Jinjue never expected was that the other party would actually be Zhao Hong's son, who should have died eighteen years ago!

  "What? Is it Zhao Hong's son? ... That doesn't seem right either, Zhao Hong's son is my grandson after all. Even if she still controls the seven major military regions, if she wants to mobilize troops for personal matters, she would still need to go through Premier Yun and the First Leader. Zhao Hong has been very cautious in her actions over the years, she shouldn't be reckless at this critical moment."

  "Dad, it wasn't Zhao Kehong who mobilized the troops, but rather Old Chief Zhao."

  Xiang Jinjie's face suddenly changed, since Zhao Shumin stepped down, he had never intervened in any central struggle, even his own daughter's affairs he didn't intervene, just to avoid being gossiped about. Unexpectedly, this time he actually personally ordered the mobilization of troops.

  Xiang Jin knew clearly that although Zhao Shumin no longer held any official position, the commanders-in-chief of the seven major military regions across the country and all lieutenant generals above were brought up by Zhao Shumin. They all respected Zhao Shumin very much. As long as Zhao Shumin gave an order, all the generals in the country would gather together. To mobilize a troop was just a matter of one word.

  "Ah, since even Director Zhao has intervened, I'm afraid this time our Item family will really have to swallow this bitter pill." Mrs. Item said: "Dad, Jinbao can't be beaten for nothing, we..."

  "What do you women know? Are we going to openly declare war on the Zhao family just because of this matter? Don't you know about Old Master Zhao's authority?"

  Xiang Jingyuan's sudden rage made Madame Xiang not dare to say another word. Fortunately, her own son had already passed the critical period, otherwise she would have directly found Zhao's family and demanded an explanation from them.

  Xiang Jinjue looked at his still unconscious grandson and said, "You all keep a close eye on this little rascal. When he wakes up, make him stay home for a few months and stop causing trouble."

  As soon as he finished speaking, Xiang Jin walked directly out of the ward.

  "Is this really all there is to life?"

  Xiang Baisheng said, "The Zhao family has gone too far in bullying others. I will absolutely not let this matter drop. However, you also don't need to mention this to Father again. I will naturally find someone to avenge Jinbao."

  Xiang Baisheng no longer cared about his own identity. No matter how powerful the Zhao family was, if he didn't avenge this grudge, he would be unworthy as a father.

  In a certain old building in Beijing, this old building seems to have a history of hundreds of years. However, the old buildings built in the city area still show no signs of being demolished until now. Around the old building, there are occasionally some unremarkable but skilled people walking around.

  "Master, just received the latest news, Xiang Jinbao was beaten into the hospital and is still unconscious until now."

  A woman in her thirties stood before a young man of about twenty and said.

  The young man was dressed in white clothes and wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, with a handsome face, sitting on an antique stool reading a book.

  The woman's words seemed to have fallen on deaf ears as the young man's eyes moved rapidly over the pages of his book. The woman didn't say another word, but simply stood quietly waiting.

  About half an hour later, the young man closed the book in his hand and took off his gold-rimmed glasses. He gently rubbed his temples and said, "That kid from the Xiang family is just a good-for-nothing, someone who can't even accomplish anything but can still mess things up. Don't bother with him."

  The woman said: "However, young master, the one who injured Xiang Jinbao is Chu Tianxiong's son, named Chu Zifeng."

  The woman's words made the seemingly refined young man's expression change suddenly, standing up from the antique chair, looking at the woman and asking: "Whose son did you say?"

  "Young master, he is the son of Chu Tianxiong."

  "Shouldn't Chu Tianxiong's son have died eighteen years ago?"

  The young man's body emitted a strong killing intent, which frightened the woman so much that her face turned pale and she said, "In fact, he is not dead!"

  After a pause, the woman continued: "In addition, young master, it's not just that Chu Tianxiong's son didn't die, but also... Chu Tianxiong himself has returned to the country and is now in the capital."

  It seems that this young man should be a homebody type, rarely going out and rarely paying attention to outside news, so he doesn't know anything about the Chu family father and son returning to their country.

  But as soon as the woman's words came out, the young man's face changed again, and he said: "Chu Tianxiong has also returned, and is still in the capital?"

  "Yes. Young master, what should we do now?"

  The young man walked back and forth in the house, with sweat already appearing on his palms, but soon he regained his original expression and said: "It's not twenty years ago now, Chu Tianxiong is old, his era has passed, don't worry too much. Frog, if I'm not mistaken, tomorrow should be Old Man Zhao's birthday?"

  The woman "Wa" replied: "Yes, young master."

  "Then you go and help me prepare a gift, I'll make a trip to the Zhao's tomorrow, and at the same time take a look, whether the legendary figure from back then really has three heads and six arms, which can bring my Feng family to its current state!"

  Twenty years ago, in the capital city, there were two large families, one was the Zhao family, and the other was the Feng family. Unfortunately, a turmoil in China caused the decline of the Feng family twenty years ago, and now the Feng family only has Feng Wutian left, who is this young man in white clothes.

  However, even if the Feng family has fallen to the point where only one descendant is left, in the capital city, no one dares to be presumptuous in front of Feng Wutian. Not even the Zhao family would dare to have any conflict with Feng Wutian, because Feng Wutian's grandfather was a sworn brother and comrade-in-arms of Zhao Shumin. Apart from this, behind Feng Wutian, there is also an extremely mysterious power that exists between politics and the underworld, an ancient power that allows Feng Wutian to walk sideways in the capital!

  In a certain sense, Feng Wu Tian is actually the number one young master in the capital!

  Of course, for the Zhao family, Feng Wu Tian is both loved and hated. He respects Old Master Zhao Shu Min, but hates Zhao Xue Hong. The key to this lies in Chu Tian Xiong!