The Strongest Dandy in the City-Chapter 238: Ye Chenfeng, the Songs Are Not Done with You

The Family Head of the Songs, Song Yigang, sat alone in the private room after his eldest son, Song Gui, as well as Wu Anfeng and Wu Anfu had left. He ate his meal leisurely, occasionally sipping a little wine, a faint smile playing on his lips. fгeewebnovёl.com

He was already waiting for Song Gui to bring back good news. He muttered to himself, "The Yes? Ye Chenfeng? One day, I will crush the entire Ye family, but for now, I’m just taking back a little interest."

"..." A ringtone from his phone broke Song Yigang’s train of thought. He took it out and saw that it was Song Gui calling. He thought the situation at the military hospital had been dealt with! He quickly excitedly answered the call, however, what came through was Ye Chenfeng’s taunting voice, "Old man Song, hurry up and come to the military hospital to pick someone up, otherwise, I can’t guarantee that you will see a fully intact son."

"Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo——" After Ye Chenfeng finished speaking, he hung up. Listening to the busy tone on the phone, Song Yigang’s grip on his mobile tightened so much that veins popped on the back of his hand. He knew something must have gone wrong at the military hospital, otherwise why would Ye Chenfeng be calling him using Song Gui’s phone?

"Ye Chenfeng, it seems I underestimated you, you really have no limits in your arrogance? The dispute between you and Song Bin might be considered child’s play, but if you dare to lay a hand on Song Gui, I will definitely make the Ye family pay a price," Song Yigang said in a low voice, almost as if talking to himself.

At the same time, in the special care ward of the military hospital, right after Song Gui dialed Song Yigang’s number, Ye Chenfeng snatched the phone away to answer it. This left Song Gui without the chance to say a word before Ye Chenfeng hung up.

"Keep still unless you want me to use your face for slap practice," Ye Chenfeng gestured the action of slapping with his right hand towards Song Gui, infuriating him so much that his eye twitched uncontrollably.

"Brother-in-law, next time you want to slap someone, just tell me, will you? No need to dirty your hands, I’m happy to do the dirty work," Wu Jie said cheerily, his eyes sweeping across Wu Anfeng, Wu Anfu, and Song Gui in turn.

"Little Jie, cut the nonsense in front of Chenfeng, or else I won’t let your mother give you any pocket money next month," said Wu Jie’s father, Wu Zhifang, with a stern face. It was not the time to let Wu Jie mess around. After all, having been around Ye Chenfeng for a short while, he knew he was someone who wasn’t afraid of trouble. If Ye Chenfeng really asked Wu Jie to slap Song Gui and the others, today’s events could escalate even further.

Wu Jie, after all, was one of the playboys among the younger generation in Capital City. If his regular spending money was confiscated, how could he flaunt it outside? It was a matter of his happy life, so he immediately shut his mouth obediently.

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Fifteen minutes later, the door to the special care ward was forcefully pushed open.

Song Yigang rushed into the ward in a hurry, and when he saw Wu Anguo sitting on the hospital bed, safe and sound, reading a newspaper, he was momentarily taken aback. However, being a seasoned high-ranking individual, his mental fortitude was excellent, and he quickly composed himself.

"Old man Song, don’t you seem unhappy to see me? Did you think I was on my deathbed? It seems a lot of people are eager for my demise!" Wu Anguo put down the newspaper, looking up at Song Yigang as he entered the ward.

Song Yigang knew that this was not the time to inquire into Wu Anguo’s illness. The result was what mattered most to him in his eyes; Wu Anguo was not dead, and at least for now, he seemed to be in good spirits, which meant he knew why his son had been at a disadvantage!

"Old man Wu, what are you talking about? I’m deeply concerned about your illness! I’ve made a special trip to come and see you," Song Yigang said with a straight face. For an old fox like him, lying was second nature.

Then he turned to Song Gui, and upon seeing the swollen bruise on Song Gui’s face, asked with unresolved anger, "Gui, what happened to your face?"

Seeing that Song Yigang had finally got to the point, Ye Chenfeng didn’t wait for Song Gui to reply and spoke first, "Old man Song, your son got slapped by me. As for the injury on his face, of course, it was caused by my slaps."

"Good, very good," Song Yigang had not expected Ye Chenfeng to come forward and admit it directly, which made handling the situation much easier.

"Ye Chenfeng, what explanation do you and the Ye family plan to give to our Songs for this incident? Seems your audacity knows no bounds," Song Yigang roared with anger.

"Why should the Yes give the Songs an explanation?" Ye Chenfeng looked utterly bewildered, then his face lit up as if he had suddenly realized something and said, "Of course, we must give an explanation!"

Song Yigang hadn’t expected Ye Chenfeng to be so amenable. Could it be that his panic disorder was acting up again? This thought secretly troubled Song Yigang in his heart.

"Ye Chenfeng, at least you know what’s good for you. I’ll go with you to the Yes’ place in a bit, and what you say doesn’t represent the entire Yes." Seeing Ye Chenfeng seemingly soften, Song Yigang’s arrogance surged even more.

"What did you say? I think it’s your head that has a problem, right? It is the Songs that should give the Yes an explanation," Ye Chenfeng said with an expression that suggested Song Yigang was an idiot.

At that moment, Song Yigang finally realized he had been played by Ye Chenfeng. His chest heaved with anger. As a high-ranking official in Huaxia Country, how many people dared to speak to him like that?

Ye Dongjian, Wu Kunming, Wu Zhifang, Wu Xiaofei, and the others had initially thought that Ye Chenfeng had suddenly lost his wits, agreeing that the Yes needed to give the Songs an explanation? But now they understood that Ye Chenfeng was just toying with Song Yigang! Thinking about it, Ye Chenfeng was never one to accept a loss! How could he possibly agree to such an unreasonable request from Song Yigang!

"Old man Song, stop glaring at me with those eyes. Now let me tell you exactly why your turtle of a son got slapped. Sorry, a slip of the tongue, a slip of the tongue, I meant to say the reason your son Gui got slapped."

Hearing Ye Chenfeng’s words, Ye Dongjian, Wu Kunming, and the others struggled to hold back their laughter, while it was Wu Jie who couldn’t resist and burst into loud laughter first.

Ye Chenfeng completely ignored Song Yigang, whose eyelids were twitching with rage, and continued, "The moment your son stepped into the special care ward, he demanded that I disappear immediately and tried to force my fiancée to marry Song Bin. Isn’t that the same as trying to steal my wife? I merely slapped him twice, lightly—was that really so wrong? If someone came to your door to snatch your wife, how would you feel?"

"Now, tell me, isn’t it the Songs who owe the Yes an explanation?" Ye Chenfeng forcefully challenged.

"Old man Song, Chenfeng is absolutely right. Your son’s actions were indeed excessive, and what Chenfeng did was understandable," Wu Anguo spoke up.

"Ye Chenfeng, you little beast, quit your bullshit. You hit me and still think you’re in the right?" Song Gui, seeing his own father being put in his place by Ye Chenfeng, felt as if a stone was stifling his heart; it was suffocating.

"Your mouth really stinks; you should brush your teeth more often!"

With a crisp "smack," another slap landed on Song Gui’s cheek, this time Ye Chenfeng using twice the strength as before. Three bloodied teeth flew out of Song Gui’s mouth, and he screamed in pain.

"Ye Chenfeng, you’ve gone too far," Song Yigang bellowed angrily.

Ye Chenfeng shrugged indifferently and said, "Too far, you say? I don’t feel that at all. If the Songs want to blow this matter up, I, Ye Chenfeng, am ready to see it through to the end. Let’s see whether the Yes or the Songs end up being the laughingstock of Capital City."

Taking several deep breaths, Song Yigang managed to stabilize his emotions somewhat and commanded his unworthy son, "Song Gui, let’s go."

Before leaving the special care ward, Song Yigang left a parting shot, "Ye Chenfeng, you just wait, the feud between our Songs and your Yes is far from over."

Ye Chenfeng caught a glimpse of murderous intent in Song Yigang’s eyes. If it weren’t for the fact that Ye Chenfeng’s strength still wasn’t at a level where he could completely disregard the law, he might have killed Song Yigang on the spot to prevent future troubles.

"Improve strength? Even seventh-level Soul Force isn’t enough to scoff at the rules of this world. It seems that for now, I can only let the Songs jump around a bit longer," Ye Chenfeng sighed silently to himself. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for it on Qidian.com. Your support is my greatest motivation.)