Chapter 15: Muddy Clay Cannot Be Plastered onto a Wall

Chief Supervisor Yan's heart was pounding hard, and for some reason, as he held the ancient bronze token in his hand, it suddenly felt heavy and hot to the touch.

The evening breeze was a bit chilly, yet he felt his back drenched with sweat.

Although there were no specific details about the origin of the token, he wasn't foolish; from that person's tone, he had grasped the severity of the situation.

At this moment, Chief Supervisor Yan had only one question in his mind: just who was the owner of this token?

Of course, no one provided him an answer.

At this time, Head of the Chu Family, Chu Min, stepped forward, "What about it, Chief Supervisor Yan, can we now go in and take the person?"

"Take a ball!"

The Iron Face Judge, filled with anger, had found a target to vent, "You all better stay put, if you dare to rush in and grab the person, don't blame me for being rude!"

Having said that, Chief Supervisor Yan walked towards Hong Zhenguo with a smile and said, "Old Hong, please trouble you to introduce me, I would like to meet that person."

Hong Zhenguo thought for a moment, then nodded, "Alright."

Following that, the two of them went inside.

Chu Min and the people from the other three major families were all dumbfounded upon seeing this. What on earth was going on?

Had the Chief Supervisor who covered up his black deeds taken the wrong medication tonight?

"Brother Chu, what should we do now?" a patriarch from another major family asked in a low voice.

Chu Min's complexion was extremely grim as he bit his teeth and said, "Wait, we'll see how things go."

At this time, Yan Xu had already reached the Hong Family Courtyard and as soon as he entered the hall, he saw a person seated in a wheelchair.

Although he didn't previously know who the token's owner was, upon seeing this young man, he was certain that he was the owner of the token.

Even though the man was seated in a wheelchair, the aura emanating from him was incredibly sharp, making him seem like a mountain. Yan Xu even felt a nameless pressure.

Especially his gaze, which appeared calm but was incredibly piercing, was like a blood-drinking sword, sending shivers down the spine.

At this moment, the man in the wheelchair was just quietly looking at him, with an indifferent expression on his face.

Suppressing his pounding heart, Yan Xu walked up and cupped his hands in greeting, saying, "May I ask who your excellency..."

He halted mid-sentence, realizing he didn't know the other's name.

"My surname is Ye!" Ye Feng announced his surname, and that was all.

"Greetings, Mr. Ye!" Yan Xu involuntarily bowed slightly.

Only then did Ye Feng looked up to scrutinize him, suddenly remarking, "You look rather dark."

Yan Xu was taken aback, at a loss for words.

Ye Feng then said, "A dark face doesn't matter, as long as the heart is not dark."

"Indeed, indeed," Yan Xu could only laugh awkwardly, suddenly finding himself feeling like a child in front of this person, uncomfortable in an indescribable way.

Ye Feng asked, "What, did you come in intending to take me away?"

Yan Xu quickly clarified, "I dare not, I only came in to return the token."

After saying this, he presented the token with both hands, which Ye Feng took.

"If there's nothing else, I won't disturb Mr. Ye's rest anymore. Those flies outside, I'll see to sending them away for Mr. Ye!"

Seeing the other party take the token and say nothing further, Yan Xu secretly sighed in relief, then turned and walked out of the hall.

With the conscience of heaven and earth, he genuinely did not want to face this person for another moment. Although the other was seated in a wheelchair, the pressure he exerted felt as though it were heavier than a mountain.

Yan Xu really couldn't believe it. Just who was this person? As the Chief Supervisor of Jiangdu, he was someone who had weathered quite a few storms, but compared to the man before him, he seemed very naive.

The Hong Family hall was very quiet, so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Hong Yuting and the others had their eyes wide open, watching this scene with disbelief written all over their faces.

They could not believe that the imposing Chief Supervisor of Jiangdu, the Iron Face Judge who held jurisdiction over Jiangdu, just walked away like that, not daring to let out a single fart?

"Let's go, back to the Inner Courtyard to sleep!" Ye Feng said.

Hong Qingyan did not move; she was still in shock and had not snapped back to reality.

However, Ye Feng was pushing the wheelchair, slowly heading towards the Inner Courtyard's attic. As for these people from the Hong Family and those clowns outside, he truly did not take them to heart.

After Yan Xu left the hall, he took a deep breath and said, "Old Man Hong, where did you find such a powerful deity to help you?"

Hong Zhenguo was just smiling, his face a picture of inscrutable mystery.

Seeing his expression, Yan Xu clenched his teeth in frustration, and asked again, "Really, you won't reveal even a bit?"

Hong Zhenguo said, "It's not that I don't want to reveal it, but knowing too much might actually be bad for you."

"Forget it, forget it."

Yan Xu waved his hand and sighed, "All these years, the Chu Family has been contending fiercely, trying to overpower you. Now it seems, heh..."

As Yan Xu stepped out of the Hong Family's main gates, he glanced at the Head of the Chu Family, Chu Min, and suddenly a look of sympathy appeared in his eyes.

"The night is deep already, everyone should go back. Those who need to wash up and go to bed should do so," Yan Xu said, waving his hand.

Chu Min was dumbfounded and asked, "We're going back just like that? What about that person?"

"That person is naturally still inside."

Yan Xu offered a noncommittal response before opening the car door, diving in, and shouting, "Drive! My head hurts. Oh, and by the way, I wasn't here tonight, just pretend you didn't see me."

The car started up with a roar and drove away, leaving Chu Min and the others eating dust.

At this moment, Hong Zhenguo chuckled and said, "People get old and can't stand staying up all night. If you gentlemen are willing, I welcome you to guard the gates for the Hong Family."

After speaking, he patted his buttocks and walked in, even withdrawing the guards at the entrance.

Truth be told, Hong Zhenguo would have welcomed the Chu Family making a rash move and charging in to seize the person. If they really did that, then all these noble families would be doomed.

As the elderly master came in, Hong Tianming immediately approached and asked in a low voice, "Father, tell me the truth, what is the background of that crippled... of that Ye Feng?"

After everything that had happened that night, especially after witnessing the demeanor and attitude of the Iron Face Chief Supervisor, even a fool could see that there was something more to it.

Old Man Hong glared fiercely, "Don't ask what you shouldn't. When the time comes, you'll naturally know. Besides, do your job as the financial director, assist Qingyan as she acts as president, and in the future, the Hong Family will have everything. Do you understand?"

Hong Tianming felt a rush of heat through his body and asked, "Father, does this mean that as long as we rely on this great tree, our Hong Family will be able to become the number one noble house of Jiangdu?"

"The number one noble house of Jiangdu? Heh..."

Old Hong shook his head, pointed towards the sky, and sighed, "My son, can't we look a little further beyond our own limits?"

"Does that mean the number one noble house in the Southern River Region Jiangnan Province?" Hong Tianming's eyes widened.

"The number one noble house in Jiangnan?"

Hong Zhenguo shook his head again and lamented, "Though it's nice to enjoy the shade under a great tree, there's also a saying that you can't help up a leaning wall with mud. I already gave an opportunity before, for Yu Ting to marry him, but what was the result? And then there's that fool Hong Wei..."

Hearing this from a distance, Hong Yuting felt a sudden pang in her heart. She suddenly had the feeling that she might have missed something, a sense of inexplicable loss that was distressing and suffocating.