Chapter Seventeen: People Like This Deserve to Be Taught a Lesson

“Damn it, anyone can make a name for themselves—what’s there to brag about?”
Zhang Long exchanged a glance with Zhao Hu; their lips curled into sinister smiles as they approached Ling Zheng and the Princess Chu, one on each side. They simultaneously reached out, grabbed their hair, and dragged them toward Sun the Cripple, as if hauling dead dogs.
This pace suggested things were about to escalate.
“What are you doing? What are you doing now?” Old Master Chu cried in alarm, looking around for help. But not a single person present dared to utter a sound.
Though Ling Zheng and the Princess Chu were the ones being beaten in front of everyone, they were his granddaughter and grandson-in-law, the very people he had so often boasted about as exceptional talents. Old Master Chu felt the sting of humiliation burn on his face.
Moreover, he was puzzled. Why had the four giants turned so abruptly? If they could freely beat and abuse even Mr. Ling, why had they just gifted him such precious presents? Were they playing some game of raising up only to crush down?
But that didn’t make sense. What could a small family like theirs have possibly done to offend them, enough to warrant a joint scheme from the four giants?
If they wanted the Chu family destroyed, it would have been effortless—they certainly wouldn’t go to such trouble.
Any one of these four could wipe them out with a single order; the Chu family was hardly in a position to resist.
Even with all his years and experience, Old Master Chu was baffled.
Something was deeply strange about all this.
“Sir, who was it just now that was beaten?” Chen Black-and-White suddenly asked, his face darkening.
“Mr. Chen, don’t play dumb. The one you just beat was my grandson-in-law, the very Mr. Ling you came today to meet.”
“He’s Mr. Ling? Damn!”
Huo Du cursed inwardly. His fifty million was wasted—this old man must be senile, not even able to recognize his own grandson-in-law, Mr. Ling.
Chen Black-and-White nodded, then pointed at Ling Feng, who, driven out by security, looked as wretched as a stray dog. “And sir, who are those people?”
“A disgrace to our family, pure misfortune—a mere live-in son-in-law. Years ago, my granddaughter was in trouble and needed someone to bring luck; we inadvertently brought in this useless man. If not for that event, ten Ling Fengs wouldn’t have been worthy of her. Look at his unlucky face—maybe today’s misfortune is thanks to him.” Old Master Chu sighed repeatedly.
“Yes, my grandfather is right. No one in the Chu family considers this useless man a person.” Chu Qiang chewed gum beside him.
Chen Black-and-White asked, his face thunderous, “If he’s not a person, then what?”
“A dog, a pig, a penniless loser—anything but a person.”
“When he first came to our family, he’d lost his memory. We beat and cursed him, and he never dared make a sound,” a seductive woman chimed in.
“Yes, I even spat in his face, and he didn’t dare say a word.” Qian Shufen, the wife of Chu’s third son, pursed her lips and ingratiated herself with Chen Black-and-White, thinking he’d enjoy hearing it.
Damn you all!
Now the four giants understood. If not for the Nine Streets Overlord Plan, they would have ordered the Chu family wiped out right then.
How dare they treat my King so cruelly.
For the sake of the Nine Streets Overlord Plan, my King has endured humiliation and suffering.

Ling Feng’s amnesia was known only to Chen Black-and-White, so he alone felt the Emperor’s pain most keenly, nearly moved to tears. He never imagined this family could be so cruel to Ling Feng.
The Emperor, a king among men, who had carved his way through armies, never suffered indignity—yet in this small family, he’d endured three years of humiliation. This grudge could not go unavenged.
If the Emperor had pretended amnesia for the sake of the Nine Streets Overlord Plan, it would be one thing; but he truly had lost his memory!
Seeing Chen Black-and-White’s rage, his teeth grinding audibly, Su Zhirou—the eldest daughter of Second Aunt—tried to comfort him:
“Mr. Chen, don’t let this upset you. Any man who lives off his wife would anger anyone—everyone wants to slap him. But what can we do? We’re decent people, after all. You, with your noble status, needn’t stoop to dealing with such lowly swine.”
“Yes, I never treated him well. People like him deserve to be abused,” echoed the eldest daughter-in-law, lifting her chin proudly.
“Good, very good,” Chen Black-and-White said through clenched teeth, barely restraining himself from destroying them then and there.
Seeing Old Master Chu so confused, Jiang Qin thought to himself how lucky he was not to have sent a gift earlier—otherwise he would have wasted it on this old fool. Chen Black-and-White and the others must have suffered a great loss today.
“Mr. Chen, please speak to Master Sun and ask him to release Mr. Ling and my granddaughter,” Old Master Chu pleaded anxiously.
“This idiot can’t possibly be Mr. Ling,” Chen Black-and-White answered coldly. “He looks so shabby—he’ll be begging in the streets someday. How could he be Mr. Ling?”
What a drastic shift.
Moments ago, he was praised as extraordinary; now, he’s a beggar.
“But didn’t you just say my grandson-in-law, Mr. Ling, was exceptional—peerless? What’s going on here?”
“Sir, we did say that—but we weren’t referring to him.”
Jiang Qin, thinking himself the only one who hadn’t made a mistake today, straightened his back and even gave Huo Du a smug grin, then strode over to Ling Feng.
Chen Black-and-White and Huo Du also turned away from Old Master Chu and hurried toward Ling Feng.
“Dad, what’s happening? Please do something! If this keeps up, Zheng’er and the Princess will be killed,” Liu Xiangyun sobbed, drenched as she crawled out of the water and clung to Old Master Chu.
“What can I do? Didn’t you hear—I’ve gone from ‘Old Grand Master’ to ‘Sir’ now. If this keeps up, I’ll be ‘Old Grandpa’ soon.” Chu Peng dared not vent his anger at the four giants, but he couldn’t help lashing out at his daughter: “It’s all your fault—why couldn’t you be more discreet? Don’t you know who these people are?”
“Yes, yes, it’s our fault.”
“Move along! What are you staring at? The affairs of high society aren’t for people like you. Let me tell you, a dead camel is still bigger than a horse—no matter what, you can’t compete, you bunch of paupers.” The Chu family’s security guards, not daring to interfere with the four giants, took their frustration out on Chu Yang’s family, cursing and driving them away.
“Watch your mouth!” Chu Biyue suddenly turned and snapped angrily.
“What are you going to do if I don’t? Will your useless husband beat me? Go ahead, let him try! Ha! Even if he had a hundred times the courage, he wouldn’t dare. Not only is my mouth filthy, but my hands are, too. I’ll touch you—do you believe it or not?” One of the black, fat security guards laughed lewdly and reached for Chu Biyue.
“My god, is he trying to get everyone killed?”
Witnessing this, Sun the Cripple nearly fainted. He never imagined such reckless people existed.
Before he could run over, the fat man let out a pig-like scream. Looking up, he saw a muscular man had appeared before Chu Biyue, and with a single punch, shattered the fat man's arm. He followed with a kick, sending him flying into the air. With a loud bang, two hundred pounds of flesh exploded into a bloody mist.
Chu Biyue, terrified by the bloody scene, turned pale and almost fainted, but Ling Feng caught her from behind just in time.
“You fool! How dare you act so recklessly before the Princess—have you lost your mind?” Ling Feng scolded in a low voice.

“I, Zhao Che, failed to consider thoroughly, handled things poorly—I deserve death a thousand times over.”
At this moment, Ling Feng’s eyes blazed with a cold, chilling light that made souls tremble, impossible to meet. He seemed a demon god risen from mountains of corpses and rivers of blood, from the deepest hell.
No one could harm Chu Biyue before him. If they tried, they would pay a thousandfold price!
“I, Sun Fu, deserve death a thousand times over.”
Sun Fu had killed many, but never seen such killing before. Legs buckling, he fell to his knees before Ling Feng, utterly shocked that things had escalated so catastrophically. Now, thanks to that fat fool, disaster loomed—they would all die with no grave.
“I, Chen Black-and-White, the humble servant…”
“I, Jiang Qin, the humble servant…”
“I, Huo Du, subordinate…”
“We failed in our duties, causing Mr. Ling and Lady Chu to suffer humiliation. We accept death willingly—please punish us, Mr. Ling.”
Was there truly anyone in the world who would kneel to a man living off his wife?
Was this possible?
Wait—these people weren’t fools. They were the four giants!
The four giants, certainly not fools.
Those who had spoken with Chen Black-and-White moments ago now looked utterly defeated.
Time ticked by, and the scene was so silent you could hear a pin drop. The Chu family’s relatives and friends, nearly two hundred in all, did not dare breathe. They were stunned by this miraculous reversal.
“This worthless pauper is Mr. Ling?”
“He really is Ling, but… it can’t be!”
“Have the four giants lost their minds?”
“Hush! Do you want to die? Didn’t you see what happened to the security guard?”
At those words, the crowd fell silent.
“Kneel! Kneel before Mr. Ling and kowtow! Didn’t your old master ask us to give Mr. Ling an explanation? Well, you two idiots can do just that—stay here until Mr. Ling is satisfied. Kneeling before Mr. Ling and Lady Ling is an honor to you.”
Zhang Long, Zhao Hu, Wang Chao, and Ma Han dragged Ling Zheng and the Princess Chu over, forced them to kneel before Ling Feng and Chu Biyue, then stepped aside, standing at attention—they themselves were not even qualified to kneel before Ling Feng.
“What are you doing? I’ll die before I kneel to this useless man! I am Mr. Ling, I am—”
“Chu Biyue, you wife of a mere son-in-law—are you worthy? If you think you deserve my bow, then don’t move,” Ling Zheng and the Princess struggled and shouted.