Super War God in the City

Looking at the pitiful Li Mengying kneeling on the ground, Ling Fan tapped the table and said, "I, Ling Beiming, am a man of my word, never breaking a promise. I said I would destroy your Li Family!"

Li Mengying’s body shuddered, and she hurriedly said, "Young Master Ling, my Li Family is sincerely apologizing. We are willing to meet any of your conditions, including myself!"

Li Mengying bit her lip tightly, her face pale.

Ling Fan’s heart stirred, he looked up and down at Li Mengying, who was kneeling on the ground, and thought to himself, "Tian Yun is definitely going to grow stronger in the future, and Li Mengying’s abilities are quite suitable for the Public Relations Department."

Then, looking at the anxious Li Mengying, he nodded and said, "I have no interest in your Li Family, but your abilities are usable. Once you join my camp, you will be one of Ling Beiming’s people. If there’s any betrayal, you know the consequences!"

Li Mengying felt a weight lifted and immediately knelt to thank him, "Thank you, Young Master Ling!"

"Get up! Later, have Li Taihe transfer ten billion to Tian Yun’s account," Ling Fan instructed indifferently.

Li Mengying carefully stood up. Ten billion was still within the Li Family’s capacity. She stole a glance at Ling Fan, surprised at how smoothly she had gained forgiveness.

"Don’t think too much. Apart from your attitude, I previously promised Feng Shuya I would give your Li Family a chance," Ling Fan said.

"So it was Cousin who pleaded on my behalf!" Li Mengying sighed with relief internally while a myriad of doubts sprouted in her mind. Could it be that her cousin was able to speak with Ling Fan?

Xiao Chubing was in the next room and returned to the office after finding out that Ling Fan had dealt with the Li Family’s matter.

Li Mengying was slightly startled, not having expected Xiao Chubing to be in the next room. She had once looked down on Xiao Chubing, but times had changed. Recalling how she had knelt before Ling Fan just moments before, her face flushed with shame.

Summoning her spirit despite the struggle, she dared not neglect to greet Xiao Chubing, "President Xiao!"

"She’ll be helping out at Tian Yun from now on. Arrange something for her when you get a chance. I think the Public Relations Department would be quite suitable," Ling Fan instructed Xiao Chubing.

"Understood," Xiao Chubing nodded.

Internally she exhaled, thinking how her husband was paving the way for her, digging trenches everywhere.

Ling Fan then picked up the phone and called Feng Shuya.

"The matter with the Li Family is settled. Now for the second condition," Ling Fan said through the receiver, his voice detached.

Xiao Chubing and Li Mengying stood aside, curious to watch Ling Fan, not daring to interrupt.

On the other end, Feng Shuya stood up straight, while everyone in the hall also looked on nervously, fixated on Feng Shuya.

At Feng Wende’s cue, Feng Shuya switched to speakerphone.

"Immediately transfer thirty billion to Tian Yun’s account!"

Ling Fan’s voice echoed through the hall via the phone’s speaker.

Feng Wende clenched his fist, while everybody exchanged glances and nodded at Feng Shuya.

"It’s doable. Is there anything else?" Feng Shuya inhaled deeply.

Ling Fan knew the Feng Family’s limits. Thirty billion was within their capability to provide and wouldn’t make them desperately lash out.

It wasn’t that he was excessively greedy, but previously, getting Vermilion Bird to acquire Fanxing had cost a lot. He had to recoup his expenses, didn’t he? One can’t just keep spending without earning; a careful budget was necessary.

"After the transfer, I will tell you the final condition. Transferring money is only an additional request," Ling Fan said.

Feng Wende gestured to Feng Shuya, and she understood, saying into the phone, "I just want to confirm, there won’t be any more additional conditions, right?"

"No more. Transfer the money first," Ling Fan replied calmly.

As he spoke, he handed the phone to Xiao Chubing, who promptly reported an account number. Li Mengying took mental note of it as well, as she would also need to have her family transfer money.

In the Feng Family’s main hall, just as Feng Wende had finished arranging the transfer, a gray-haired elder, leaning on a Dragon Head Cane, strode in, followed by a robust young man in his thirties.

"What has happened? I heard that there’s been a major incident within the family?" The elder’s steps were steady, his tone full of authority.

Feng Wende and the others quickly stood up in alarm.

"Dad, how did we disturb you?" Feng Wende said, panicked as he rushed forward to greet him.

Indeed, the elder who had entered was none other than Feng Xuehai, the Retired Emperor of the Feng Family, who only appeared in times of crisis.

Feng Xuehai tapped his cane on the floor, his voice grave, "I understand the Feng Family has offended someone we shouldn’t have, and our situation is precarious. If I don’t step in to see for myself, is our family on the brink of collapse?"

Feng Wenshan’s forehead was covered in cold sweat. The old master had accumulated respect over many years, and there was no one in the family who did not revere him. The disaster was caused by him, and if the old master were to hold him accountable, he would be in deep trouble.

Feng Shuya looked towards Feng Xuehai, her heart filled with resentment. In truth, she knew that Feng Xuehai could have rejected the marriage to Long Tianjun.

Although Long Tianjun coveted her beauty, Feng Xuehai had after all served the Long Family for many years, and he could have gotten the favor he needed.

Long Tianjun was a man who had seen countless women, and his interest in her was only momentary. He wouldn’t truly embarrass the Feng Family and force them into a difficult position just for the sake of it.

But Feng Xuehai, in an attempt to further ingratiate himself with the Long Family, completely disregarded her feelings, sacrificing her for the greater benefit of the family.

Hence, Feng Shuya felt no sense of belonging to the Feng Family or to Feng Xuehai.

"Dad, it’s not as serious as you say, and the matter is almost resolved! Please, go back and rest," Feng Wende respectfully said.

Feng Xuehai snorted, "What, is the family’s affair not my concern anymore?"

Feng Wende was immediately flustered, "Dad, you misunderstand, that’s not what I meant, please, have a seat!"

Feng Xuehai took the seat of honor, and everyone in the Feng Family hall stood at the side with bowed heads, no one daring to sit.

"How stand the affairs now?" Feng Xuehai asked in a stern voice.

Feng Wende hurriedly stepped forward and briefed him on the situation.

After listening, Feng Xuehai gave Feng Wenshan a cold look, snorted disdainfully, causing Feng Wenshan to nearly kneel in fright.

Then he said to Feng Wende, "Make the call. Let’s see what his final demand is."

Feng Wende did not dare delay, and quickly urged Feng Shuya on.

After dialing and turning on the speakerphone, "Ling Fan, you’ve received the money, right? What’s your last condition?"

As Ling Fan held the phone, under the watchful eyes of Xiao Chubing and Li Mengying, he spoke indifferently, "The last condition... is very simple. By dawn tomorrow, I want that old man Feng Xuehai to show up in front of me with his head!"

That statement struck like thunder, and the whole room seemed to explode with the shock of a thunderbolt!

Xiao Chubing’s eyes widened, and she covered her mouth, almost exclaiming out loud!

Li Mengying’s body trembled, and she braced herself on the desk to remain standing!

In the Feng Family villa, Feng Shuya’s hand trembled violently as she held the phone.

With a "clatter," the phone fell.

Feng Wende and the others stood frozen, disbelief evident on their faces.

Feng Xuehai’s gaze became empty, as if he had seen a ghost!

The entire villa’s hall was deathly silent, so quiet that one could hear a pin drop!