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Apart from Zhou Fangjing, there was also a serious-looking middle-aged man in the rest room.

At a glance, Xiao Ming noticed that although the man’s Zhongshan suit was of a common style, the fabric and craftsmanship were clearly of superior quality.

However, looking at his hands with their broad knuckles and rough skin, it was evident that he was not one who had been raised in the lap of luxury.

For this reason, Xiao Ming deduced that the man must be a servant from a major household.

Why would Zhou Fangjing bring such a person to see me?

"Mr. Xiao, you’re in for some good luck!"

Zhou Fangjing announced with a smug look, "Today, I’ve brought you some good news. If you know what’s good for you, you’d better not forget to properly thank me afterward!"

Xiao Ming glanced at his left leg propped on the ground and said with a light smile, "The dental work is not bad, hardly noticeable, but the two legs aren’t quite in sync, which is an eyesore.

How about I take the trouble to break your left leg too, for the sake of symmetry?"

Zhou Fangjing, taken aback, instinctively jumped back a step and said in a mix of ferocity and apprehension, "Mr. Xiao, don’t get cocky, you have any idea who he is? You’d be scared to death if I told you!"

He turned to the side, bowed first, and then gestured to the middle-aged man, "This is one of the manor housekeepers for the Zhuang Family’s inner residence and also personal servant to the Zhuang Family’s eldest young master, Zhuang Wending, Mr. Zhuang Ming!

"Have you heard of the Northern Dian Zhuang Family? Aren’t you going to hurry over and pay your respects?"

Upon hearing the words "Zhuang Family," Xiao Ming guessed the man’s identity. After Zhou Fangjing finished speaking, his eyes narrowed.

The Northern Dian Zhuang Family, a true aristocratic family, reportedly traced their ancestry back to the Wei and Jin dynasties, with profound heritage. Whether it was their influence or power, they were incomparable to the Yun Family or the Zhou Family.

In his past life, when Xiao Ming was released from prison, the Zhuang Family had already begun to decline, but its influence in the surrounding three provinces was still significant. Under the leadership of the next generation family heir, Zhuang Wending, they struggled on for another ten years before they finally crumbled completely.

And Zhuang Wending himself, full of talent, wisdom, and ability, had just one flaw: he liked to collect beauties.

Yes, literally collect. Any woman he took a fancy to had only two fates: either willingly enter his harem as a decorative screen or be captured to become one.

Fortunately, he had a particular taste that favored a woman’s aura and flavor over looks, following the principle of "quality over quantity." Thus, he did not incite universal condemnation or stir up major scandals.

So, why did Zhou Fangjing bring Zhuang Wending’s servant to me?

A feeling of unease began to creep into Xiao Ming’s heart, and he said to the middle-aged man, "So it’s someone from the Zhuang Family. I wonder how Mr. Zhuang Luonian has been faring lately?"

At the mention of the Family Head’s name, Zhuang Ming shot to his feet and then scolded, "How dare you! You’d even dare to utter our master’s name so casually, do you want to die?"

Xiao Ming sneered and waved his hand dismissively, "Spare me the formalities! I’ve never had dealings with your Zhuang Family, nor do I want any. Speak if there is business, otherwise, please leave."

"Bullshit! Mr. Xiao, who do you think you are, talking to Mr. Zhuang like that..."

Zhou Fangjing had only spat out half the insults when he was silenced by Xiao Ming’s icy gaze, his face flushed red with the effort of holding back, not daring to continue his tirade.

"Mr. Xiao."

Zhuang Ming spoke in a grave tone, "I’ve come today on the orders of our young master. He wants to offer you a business deal worth over a hundred million, as long as you deliver your wife to..."

He didn’t get to finish his sentence, as Xiao Ming had already swept up to him like a gust of wind.

Bang!

Zhuang Ming had some training, so he managed to block with his arms crossed in time, but he was still kicked forcefully against the wall, smashing a cabinet and tumbling to the ground.

Zhou Fangjing was horrified and shouted incredulously, "Xiao Ming, have you lost your mind? How dare you attack a member of the Zhuang Family, you..."

Xiao Ming turned back, grabbed his throat, and shoved down, causing his head to crash through the glass coffee table.

Then, he stepped up to Zhuang Ming, just as he was trying to get up, grabbed his arm, and with a fierce twist and wrench, there was a loud snap. Zhuang Ming screamed and fell back to the ground.

Kicking his adversary unconscious, Xiao Ming walked back to Zhou Fangjing and looked down at him, his eyes devoid of any warmth.

"It was you who brought Zhuang Wending to see my wife, wasn’t it?"

Zhou Fangjing’s face was covered in fresh blood, writhing on the ground non-stop.

"You... you’re dead meat! Even the heavens can’t save you after you’ve hit a member of the Zhuang Family. You’re done for, ha ha ha..."

"Then guess, do you think you will die before I do?"

Zhou Fangjing’s laughter stopped abruptly, and he began to cough violently.

Xiao Ming narrowed his eyes, took out a cell phone from his pocket, and dialed Zhou Jicang’s number.

"Fang Jing, what’s up?"

"It’s me."

"Xiao Ming? Why are you using Fang Jing’s phone..." Zhou Jicang paused, then his tone changed, "Did... that damned kid go looking for you again?"

"Do you know that he’s been running errands for Zhuang Wending?" Xiao Ming’s tone was icy.

"Running errands?" Zhou Jicang expressed surprise, "I am friends with Zhuang Wending’s father. His son came here to unwind, and I just showed a little hospitality by having Fang Jing entertain him. What could they possibly have to do?"

Xiao Ming sneered, "Your dear son is quite the enterprising one! He attended to him like a fawning lackey.

Zhou, you should know the reputation and tastes of Zhuang Wending, and your dear son, he purposely took him to see my wife!" fɾēewebnσveℓ.com

"What?"

From the other end of the phone came the sound of a cup shattering, Zhou Jicang was uncontrollable with rage, "Scoundrel! Ungrateful son! Beast!

Hand him the phone, I need to give him a good scolding!"

"No need to scold him."

Xiao Ming said indifferently, "I’m calling you because of the friendship between us and for Qingyuan’s sake.

Life doesn’t hand you a son out of nowhere in middle age very often. Take the opportunity to have a heart-to-heart with your son."

Zhou Jicang was shocked, "Xiao Ming! I beg you! I’m so old now, give me half an hour and I’ll be right there.

No matter what you intend to do, let’s discuss it face to face afterward, okay?"

Xiao Ming checked the time, picked up a shard of glass, and thrust it deep into Zhou Fangjing’s shoulder. Then amid his screams, he said, "Then you better hurry, your son is bleeding."

After speaking, he hung up the call and crushed the phone underfoot.

He then used his own phone to call Ding Jianwei. As soon as the call connected, he asked directly, "If I give you evidence of the Northern Dian Zhuang Family’s treason for profit, do you have the confidence to topple it?"

Ding Jianwei didn’t ask what was going on; after a moment of silence, he said, "I can’t promise."

"Can you get me the private number of Zhuang Luonian, the Patriarch of the Zhuang Family?"

"That shouldn’t be hard. I can probably get it for you by tonight."

"Thanks! I owe you a favor."

"Oh! That’s rare."

Ding Jianwei chuckled, then said seriously, "We’ll talk details when we meet. I’ll give you just one reminder: great families are not the same as common merchants and nobles, their reach is far too extensive.

Don’t act rashly, think thrice before you leap."