Transmigrating as the Villain Father, Forcing the Protagonist's Mother to Have Children-Chapter 69

Chapter 69

Leading the group was a middle-aged man with a square face and a dignified expression.

The moment Zhao’s father saw Zheng Feifan, he couldn’t help but think of his son, Zhao Lei. Rage flared up inside him like an uncontrollable fire.

Taking a deep breath, he steadied his emotions and respectfully saluted the elderly man in a Tang suit beside him.

“Master Wei, please take action and capture this man...”

He had no intention of killing Zheng Feifan outright. He wanted him alive—to make him suffer a fate worse than death.

The old man, known as Master Wei, nodded slightly.

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Years ago, Zhao’s father had helped him, and he had once promised to repay the favor by acting on his behalf. Now was the time to fulfill that promise.

Master Wei stepped forward, exuding an overwhelming aura.

Like Zheng Feifan, he was at the early stage of Dark Force mastery, but he was on the verge of breaking into the mid-stage, making his presence even more imposing.

However, as he observed the young man before him, he was taken aback—Zheng Feifan’s aura was nearly as strong as his own.

Shock filled his heart.

This young man had already broken through to Dark Force at such an early age. His talent was extraordinary.

If given time, he could very well ascend to the level of a Transformation Force master.

Unfortunately, he had made an enemy of Zhao’s father.

This prodigy was doomed to fall today.

With a sigh of regret, Master Wei gazed at Zheng Feifan and spoke in a calm, detached tone.

“Young man, you are no match for me. Surrender now.”

Zheng Feifan was utterly baffled.

He didn’t even know these people, yet they were filled with killing intent toward him.

He wasn’t an enemy of the dark underworld either.

What kind of absurd situation was this?

And that old man across from him—he spoke as if his victory was certain, demanding surrender like it was a given.

What a joke.

Did he really think that being slightly stronger meant Zheng Feifan would be afraid?

Had he been surviving in the dark underworld all these years for nothing?

“And who the hell do you think you are? You think you’re worthy of making me surrender?”

Since they were here to kill him, Zheng Feifan saw no need to hold back. He fired back without hesitation.

Master Wei’s expression stiffened.

How long had it been?

Ever since he became a Dark Force expert, every prestigious family had treated him as an honored guest.

No one had ever dared to disrespect him.

His face darkened, and his voice turned ice-cold.

“Young man, don’t be so arrogant—”

“If a young man isn’t arrogant, is he supposed to act like some old geezer halfway into the grave like you?” Zheng Feifan sneered.

“You talk about teaching me a lesson, but what makes you think you have the qualifications?”

Master Wei was furious.

His figure blurred as he dashed forward at lightning speed, launching a fierce slap toward Zheng Feifan’s face.

A powerful gust of wind struck him, his cheek stung from the force. His instincts kicked in—he leaned backward, narrowly dodging the strike.

Master Wei was slightly surprised.

Without hesitation, he followed up with a sweeping attack aimed at Zheng Feifan’s ribs.

But Zheng Feifan had spent years fighting for survival in the dark underworld, honing his combat instincts.

Although Master Wei was stronger, he lacked the same battle-hardened experience.

The two clashed fiercely—attack and defense seamlessly interchanging.

It seemed effortless, but in reality, their movements were blindingly fast, each exchange carrying lethal intent.

To Zhao’s father and his subordinates, the battle was nearly impossible to follow. Their movements were a blur, their attacks too swift to track.

Zhao’s father even tried to aim his gun for a sneak attack but found no opportunity to fire.

Zheng Feifan and Master Wei remained evenly matched.

However, as the fight dragged on...

Master Wei, being older, began to feel his stamina waning.

His attacks slowed.

Meanwhile, Zheng Feifan, fueled by youthful energy and years of physical conditioning, had adapted to Master Wei’s attacks. His defenses became more effortless.

With this shift in momentum, the gap between them widened.

Whoosh—

Zheng Feifan seized an opening, delivering a sweeping kick that sent the elderly man flying.

Master Wei twisted mid-air, tapping his toes against the ground upon landing to disperse the force and avoid a humiliating fall.

Shock filled his heart.

How could this young man possess such incredible combat instincts?

Feeling his strength rapidly depleting, he hesitated.

Zheng Feifan wouldn’t let him retreat so easily.

If he dared to come for his life, he had to be prepared to pay the price.

Noticing the fear creeping into Master Wei’s stance, Zheng Feifan knew it was time.

With a burst of speed, he closed the distance.

A flurry of strikes followed.

And just like that, the once-dominant Master Wei could only retreat under the relentless assault...

Crack—

Zheng Feifan’s fist smashed into Master Wei’s shoulder blade, producing a faint bone-cracking sound.

Pain flashed across Master Wei’s face.

And this was only the beginning.

Zheng Feifan’s speed suddenly surged.

In an instant, he appeared behind Master Wei and delivered a powerful kick to his back. Another sharp crack echoed—this time, even louder.

Master Wei crashed to the ground, severely injured. Standing up was no longer an option for him.

Bang!

A gunshot rang out, crisp and clear in the silent night.

A sense of danger flooded Zheng Feifan’s mind.

His instincts kicked in—he tilted his head just in time to dodge the bullet.

His body was incredibly resilient, and in most places, his muscles could stop a bullet. But if one hit his head, it would still be fatal.

Whipping his head around, he locked eyes with Zhao’s father, whose face was frozen in shock, gun still in hand.

Zhao’s father was in disbelief.

He had aimed for Zheng Feifan’s head, thinking it was a sure kill. But even at point-blank range, the man had dodged it.

A Dark Force master—his abilities were terrifying.

Just as he was about to pull the trigger again, his vision blurred. A sharp pain shot through his wrist—his hand twisted at an unnatural angle.

It had been broken.

His strength drained from him, and his gun dropped as his arm hung limply by his side.

“Ah—”

A scream barely left his lips before a gun was shoved into his mouth, cutting off his voice entirely.

His bodyguards snapped out of their daze, pulling out their weapons.

“Let go of our boss!”

“Kid, do you even know who you’re messing with? Put the gun down now!”

Zheng Feifan impatiently dug a finger into his ear.

“Shut up. One more word, and I’ll blow his head off.”

“You—”

The bodyguards instantly fell silent, glaring at him with fury.

“Now talk. What the hell is going on? Why did you all come to kill me?”

At the mention of the reason, Zhao’s father’s mind shifted to his son’s death, temporarily dulling the pain in his wrist.

Hatred filled his eyes.

“Well? You had the guts to shoot at me, but now you can’t even say a word?”

“Oh… right. Almost forgot.”

Zheng Feifan smacked his forehead.

The gun was still in Zhao’s father’s mouth—how could he speak?

He pulled it out, but Zhao’s father remained silent.

“Weren’t you acting all high and mighty just now? Weren’t you going to kill me? Why so quiet now?”

Zheng Feifan felt uncomfortable under Zhao’s venomous glare.

He gripped the gun by the stock and smashed it against Zhao’s head.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Zhao’s father still refused to make a sound.

“Oh? Not talking?”

Zheng Feifan’s eyes flickered as he turned to one of the bodyguards.

“You. Explain. Why are you trying to kill me? If you don’t, I’ll put a bullet in his head.”

He raised the gun, letting the muzzle hover dangerously close to Zhao’s skull.

The bodyguard’s face twisted in grief and rage.

“You killed our young master! You think we wouldn’t seek revenge?”

What the hell?

Zheng Feifan was completely dumbfounded.

Since returning to the country, he had been a law-abiding citizen. When had he ever killed someone?

Frowning, he asked, “Explain properly. Who is your young master?”

“Our young master was Zhao Lei…”

Zheng Feifan’s mind clicked.

Yesterday, he had beaten up that rich brat—the same one who tried to blacklist Xu Hongzhuang.

He had even planned to find him again tomorrow for another lesson.

But now, he was dead?

Sure, he had beaten him badly, but he hadn’t landed any fatal blows.

“What exactly happened?”

Zheng Feifan’s tone grew cold. Something about this situation felt off.

The bodyguard’s grief deepened.

Not only had this man killed their young master, but now he wanted them to spell out the details.

What kind of twisted logic was this?

But with their boss’s life hanging in the balance, he had no choice.

“After you beat him up yesterday, he was recovering in the hospital. This afternoon, someone disguised as a nurse poisoned him…”

“Before he died, he left a message pointing to you. Are you seriously saying it wasn’t you?”

Zheng Feifan was even more confused.

He definitely hadn’t done it.

This afternoon, he had been at the company, casually watching beautiful women.

And even if he had wanted to kill someone, he wouldn’t have been so blatant about it.

This was a lawful society.

Murder carried consequences.

After beating the guy up yesterday, would he really be stupid enough to turn around and kill him the next day? No way.

So the real question was—why did Zhao Lei’s final message point to him?

That was what puzzled him the most.

It felt like he was trapped in a fog, unable to see clearly. An invisible hand was manipulating everything from behind the scenes.

The thought that someone was plotting against him put Zheng Feifan in a foul mood. His voice turned cold.

“I didn’t kill him. This is an obvious setup. Can’t you see that?”

“Still trying to lie your way out? You were the one who beat up our young master yesterday! You even said that if he didn’t lift the ban on Xu Hongzhuang, you’d come back today, and it wouldn’t just be another beating!”

Zheng Feifan had no immediate rebuttal.

They weren’t wrong. He had said that.

But it was just a threat—anyone with common sense could tell.

At most, he would’ve gone back to beat Zhao Lei up again.

Murder was out of the question.

“Are you guys brain-dead? That was a threat. Don’t you understand the difference?”

“If I really planned to kill him, do you think I’d be dumb enough to do it the very next day?”

Frustrated with their stupidity, Zheng Feifan cursed.

“Besides… I have an alibi. I was at the office all afternoon. If you don’t believe me, go check.”

“Who’s to say it wasn’t one of your men? Maybe you had someone do it at this exact time to counter our expectations.”

“You mother—”

Zheng Feifan realized arguing with these people was pointless.

He couldn’t be bothered anymore. His gaze turned icy as he stared directly at Zhao’s father.

“They might be idiots, but what about you? You’re the CEO of a billion-dollar corporation, and this is the best your brain can do?”

Zhao’s father remained silent.

He had already noticed the inconsistencies in this situation.

But Zheng Feifan was the prime suspect, so eliminating him first had been the priority.

Unfortunately, he hadn’t expected Zheng Feifan to be this strong.

Even the Dark Force master he hired was no match.

Zheng Feifan caught the flicker in his eyes and felt his heart tighten.

It didn’t matter whether he was innocent or not—Zhao’s father wanted him dead.

Fine. If that’s how they wanted to play it, then so be it.

Did they think he was afraid?

Watching the hatred burning in Zhao’s father’s eyes, Zheng Feifan suddenly recalled something Xu Hao had mentioned.

Apparently, his father had discovered some kind of secret about this Zhao family mogul.

There was even a possibility that he had been silenced for it.

Since the man was right in front of him, why not ask?

“Quit pretending to be dead. I’ve got a question for you. Do you know my father, Zheng Xuelin?”

Zhao’s father looked surprised.

He mentally reviewed Zheng Feifan’s background.

Indeed, his father’s name was Zheng Xuelin—the man who had died just a few days ago.

Zhao’s father definitely knew him.

Zheng Xuelin had once been a shareholder in Zhao Media.

But after the company took off, he sold his shares and made a fortune.

“So what if I know him? And so what if I don’t?” Zhao’s father responded coldly.

Zheng Feifan studied his expression closely.

There was no doubt—Zhao’s father did know his father.

“Did you have something to do with my father’s death?”

His eyes locked onto Zhao’s father, watching for any reaction.

A brief flicker of surprise crossed Zhao’s father’s face before he sneered.

“That’s right. I did it. That old bastard should’ve died a long time ago.”

Zheng Feifan had suspected that his father’s death wasn’t natural.

And now, hearing this admission, it confirmed that someone had orchestrated it.

Even though he wasn’t sure why the blame had landed on him, Zhao’s father had no hesitation in taking credit.

It was clear—he wanted Zheng Feifan to feel the pain of losing a loved one.

But something felt off.

Zhao’s father had looked shocked when he first asked about it.

Was he surprised that Zheng Feifan had figured it out?

Or was he surprised that his father’s death was even being questioned?

There was no way to be certain if Zhao’s father was the real mastermind.

It seemed he needed to investigate further.

But when he heard Zhao’s next words, rage boiled inside him.

Whether the man was trying to provoke him or cover something up, saying his father deserved to die was crossing the line.

Zheng Feifan felt deep guilt over his father’s death, convinced that he bore some responsibility.

If only he had returned home earlier, the tragedy might never have happened…

His eyes turned icy cold as he delivered a fierce kick straight into Zhao’s father’s stomach.

Zhao’s eyes bulged as his body arched backward, flying through the air before crashing hard onto the ground.

“Get lost! If you come after me again, I’ll make sure you die a painful death…”

Zhao’s father was no saint.

Zheng Feifan had the urge to end him right then and there.

But this was a society governed by law.

He wanted to live peacefully here, which meant he couldn’t afford to commit a crime.

At least not openly.

What happened in the shadows was another matter entirely.

As long as there was no evidence pointing back to him, it wouldn’t count as murder.

He still hadn’t ruled out the possibility that Zhao’s father was involved in his own father’s death.

A proper investigation was needed.

But there was no point in interrogating him further today.

He would look into it himself later.

Zhao’s father and his men, struggling to support the severely injured Dark Force master, finally retreated.

Zheng Feifan remained standing there, his eyes flickering with thought.

Someone in the shadows was plotting against him.

He despised being manipulated like this.

Who could it be?

Meanwhile, Zhao’s father had no intention of backing down just because of Zheng Feifan’s overwhelming strength.

Instead, he started posting bounties online, recruiting mercenaries, and preparing for another confrontation.

It didn’t matter whether Zheng Feifan had personally killed his son.

He was still responsible.

If he hadn’t beaten Zhao Lei and his personal bodyguards half to death, how could anyone have gotten close enough to finish the job?

Zheng Feifan had to die—to be buried alongside his son.

While plotting his revenge, Zhao’s father also ramped up efforts to blacklist Xu Hongzhuang.

That woman had played a role in his son’s death as well, and he wouldn’t let her go unpunished.

But as Zhao’s father was preparing his next move against Zheng Feifan, he was unaware that Zheng Feifan had already started investigating him.

Meanwhile, at the Xu family estate—

Xu Hao, the true mastermind behind everything, was busy working to overturn his daughter’s blacklist.

He was determined to make her a superstar—

All while setting the stage to bring this third daughter of his under his control…