Chapter 137 - Song Zhong Attending a Funeral

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Song Zhong and the middle-aged fat man were both startled at the same time, their eyes turning to the corner of the room.

Due to the dim lighting, Song Zhong could not make out the face of the shadowy figure in the corner, so he cautiously asked, “Who are you?”

The shadowy figure slowly emerged from the corner, the corners of his mouth curving upwards slightly as he said, “Young Master Song, how come you can’t recognize my voice?”

This time, with the dim light above his head, Song Zhong could finally see the shadowy figure’s face clearly, and he blurted out in surprise, “Ye, Ye Chenfeng, why is it you?”

Ye Chenfeng walked toward Song Zhong with an unhurried and composed step, and sat down beside him on a chair, retorting, “Why couldn’t it be me?

Young Master Song, you should be eager to see me, right?

Have you thought of some new tricks to mock me with this time?”

All of Ye Chenfeng’s movements were filled with a calm and natural air, as if he wasn’t sneaking into the room quietly, but rather visiting openly and legitimately.

When the middle-aged fat man heard Song Zhong utter the name “Ye Chenfeng,” he realized that the young man who appeared in the room was none other than the widely known fool of the Yes, Ye Chenfeng from Capital City.

Without even thinking, the middle-aged fat man bellowed at Ye Chenfeng, “Is Young Master Song’s room something you can just barge into?

It seems today I need to teach you a lesson on behalf of Young Master Song.”

The middle-aged fat man was truly overconfident.

Didn’t he bother to consider if the Ye Chenfeng in front of him looked like a fool?

If he were a fool, could he have entered their room without anyone noticing?

Ye Chenfeng’s aura suddenly soared, his eyes like those of a demon coming from Hell; with just a casual glance at the middle-aged fat man, the latter felt a chilling sensation running down his spine and an urgent nervousness in his bladder.

“Young Master Song, you’d better keep your dog on a leash, and not let him bite people indiscriminately,” Ye Chenfeng said with a light and indifferent tone.

In Song Zhong’s mind, Ye Chenfeng was just a fool, someone he could play with at any time.

At this moment, he couldn’t spare the effort to wonder why Ye Chenfeng appeared in the border trading market, or how he entered his room without anyone noticing.

“Fool Ye, your timing is perfect.

I haven’t settled the score with you for the incident in Capital City last time!” Song Zhong abruptly stood up from his chair, and just as he was about to launch an attack, Ye Chenfeng shot out six silver needles from his palm.

Three struck Song Zhong’s body, and the remaining three hit the middle-aged fat man.

Song Zhong’s punch halted midway, and he stood frozen in place as if under a paralysis spell, unable to move.

He tried to speak, but no matter how much he strained, not a syllable would come out.

His eyes wide with terror, he stared at Ye Chenfeng before him.

At this moment, he realized that he had never truly known his opponent.

He knew that the abnormality in his body was definitely Ye Chenfeng’s doing.

The middle-aged fat man was in the exact same state as Song Zhong, unable to hold back, his trousers utterly soaked.

Was this young man in front of him truly the known fool Ye from Capital City?

If Ye Chenfeng were truly a fool, then this fool was far more terrifying than normal people.

Ye Chenfeng casually picked up the teapot from the table and poured himself a cup of tea.

He took a sip and said, “Young Master Song, how does it feel now?

Who do you think you are?

Without the Songs, you would be nothing more than a lost dog.

Of course, even with the Songs backing you, in my eyes, you are still nothing but a lost dog.”

Song Zhong, transfixed by Ye Chenfeng calmly drinking his tea, was rigid and could not move an inch.

Beads of sweat the size of peas appeared on his forehead, and his breathing grew more and more rapid through his nose.

Only now did he realize how terrifying Ye Chenfeng was; it was laughable that in the past, he had mocked Ye Chenfeng so many times.

To Ye Chenfeng, he had always been nothing more than a lost dog.

“Song Zhong?

Sending off to the end?” Ye Chenfeng put down his tea cup and continued, “Your name is quite fitting.

Song Zhong, sending off to the end?

Today, let me send you to meet the King of Hell!”

Hearing this, Song Zhong’s breathing paused for five or six seconds, his eyes filled with terror, and his face turned instantly pale.

He had no doubts about Ye Chenfeng’s words.

He knew that Ye Chenfeng was about to kill him, which would be as easy as squashing an ant.

Desperation filled Song Zhong’s eyes.

There’s a saying, isn’t there?

Better to live a bad life than to die a good death.

As long as you’re alive, there’s always a chance for revenge.

But if you’re dead, then there’s nothing left.

Of course, Ye Chenfeng wasn’t going to let Song Zhong off tonight.

Song Zhong had been one of the main participants when he had developed panic disorder three years ago.

And in the three years before that, Song Zhong had often ridiculed Ye Chenfeng.

To Ye Chenfeng, such a person no longer had any need to remain in this world.

“Take care on your journey ahead!

Remember, in your next life, never oppose someone with the surname Ye.” With a flick of his hand, another silver needle plunged directly into Song Zhong’s throat.

Song Zhong’s eyes were wide open in disbelief.

He couldn’t believe this was real.

He, the legitimate grandson of the Songs, how could he just die like this?

And to die at the hands of Ye, the fool he had once looked down upon so much—he was truly unwilling!

However, no matter how unwilling he was, death was the only thing waiting for him.

As Ye Chenfeng retrieved the silver needle from Song Zhong’s body, Song Zhong’s body slowly toppled backward, completely devoid of life.

The middle-aged fat man who couldn’t move a muscle, sitting nearby, gasped for air when he saw Song Zhong being killed, nearly fainting.

His stomach churned wildly, followed by a nauseating stench emanating from behind him.

It appeared the middle-aged fat man had been so terrified he’d lost control of his bladder and bowels.

The back of the fat man’s clothes were soaked with sweat.

Ye Chenfeng had no intention of leaving any witnesses, and he harbored no fondness for the middle-aged man.

How good could the lackeys of Song Zhong be?

Their existence in the world was only a harm to others and themselves.

Perhaps it would be more pleasant to report to Yama’s Palace sooner!

Under the dim light, a flash of silver, and just like a shooting star, another silver needle buried itself in the middle-aged fat man’s throat.

In just a few seconds, the middle-aged fat man breathed his last.

With one hand carrying Song Zhong’s corpse and the other carrying the middle-aged fat man’s corpse, Ye Chenfeng leaped out of the window and vanished into the night.

After all, Song Zhong was the legitimate grandson of the Songs from Capital City.

Ye Chenfeng still lacked the power to defy everything and everyone.

It would be wiser to keep a low profile in everything he did.