Chapter 69: Competing with Me Over Fathers? My Dad Is a Celestial Being

“Thank you, big brother, thank you.”
The four burly men in black dared not utter another word and fled in disgrace.
There was no other way—a wise man doesn’t fight a losing battle. There was no need to end up crippled over a few thousand yuan in wages; that would be the end of them.
Zhao Zhanpeng also wanted to slip away, but Chen Yufeng blocked his path and stared at him with a cold sneer. “Did I say you could leave?”
“What do you want?”
Zhao Zhanpeng was, after all, a privileged heir to a vast family fortune in Ninghai—accustomed to wielding power and influence. He wasn’t going to be intimidated just because the opposition could throw a few punches.
Not only did he show no hint of fear, but he even threatened in return:
“Listen, you country bumpkin, just because you can fight and beat up a few guys doesn’t mean you can do whatever you want. In today’s world, what matters is power and influence. Got it? What use is your kung fu? Do you really think I’m afraid of you? Do you know who I am? I’m afraid you’d die of fright if I told you.”
Smack!
Without bothering to argue, Chen Yufeng swung his hand and delivered two crisp slaps to Zhao Zhanpeng’s face. His face, already bruised and swollen from before, now resembled a pig’s head.
Blood and teeth spattered out together.
“You dare hit me? You’re dead, do you hear me? My father is Zhao Tianlong.”
Never in his life had Zhao Zhanpeng been struck in the face. He had always been the bully, never the bullied. In Ninghai, he was a young master who could do as he pleased.
“Oh, Zhao Tianlong?”
Chen Yufeng actually found it amusing—enemies always seem to cross paths. He’d just as soon knock his father down too.
Wait, wasn’t that security guard uncle saying Zhao Tianlong’s wife and children were all abroad? What’s going on?
“Haha, you don’t know my father?”
Clutching his swollen face, Zhao Zhanpeng stared at Chen Yufeng as if he were an idiot, sneering:
“So, you really are just some country boy who learned a bit of kung fu. You don’t even know my father. He’s the chairman of Tenglong Group, one of the biggest and most powerful figures in Ninghai. Scared now?”
“Oh, I see. Such impressive influence. I’m terrified!”
“See? I told you, my background would scare you. Your only chance to survive now is to get on your knees, kowtow to me ten times, and slap yourself until your face is ruined. Otherwise, you won’t live through the night.”
Zhao Zhanpeng’s arrogance was palpable as he warned:
“Don’t doubt my power. Don’t think you can get lucky. In Ninghai, crushing you is as easy as squashing an ant. Understand?”
Chen Yufeng knew all too well that he had that power.
Zhao Tianlong was indeed one of Ninghai’s top power players, a man of overwhelming influence. As his son, Zhao Zhanpeng was untouchable, and destroying someone meant nothing to him.

Who would dare provoke them?
Heirs like this one were used to being arrogant and domineering, so of course, they wouldn’t take him seriously.
But today, fate had brought them together, and it was Zhao Zhanpeng’s turn for misfortune.
Smack! Smack!
Chen Yufeng delivered two more slaps, scoffing, “Idiot, trying to compete with me over whose father is more powerful? My dad’s a god, and I’ve never bragged about it. What does your father count for?”
“You…”
Zhao Zhanpeng couldn’t believe that even after revealing his family background, this guy still dared to hit him.
Clearly, this was an ignorant country bumpkin who didn’t know his place. He’d let him have his moment—soon, he’d see how he died.
At that moment, Ning Doudou had come out of the room. She had witnessed everything in stunned silence. She had thought he was a coward, but he’d turned the tables in an instant, beating four burly men with ease.
His skills were simply extraordinary.
Her opinion of him changed immediately.
However, Zhao Zhanpeng’s father was Zhao Tianlong, chairman of Tenglong Group, a man whose influence in Ninghai was boundless.
Now Chen Yufeng had beaten his son into a pulp and humiliated him so thoroughly; would Zhao Tianlong ever let him go?
No matter how good his kung fu was, even if he could fight ten men at once, he couldn’t possibly match such a powerful force!
Ning Doudou was genuinely worried Zhao Zhanpeng would have someone finish Chen Yufeng off before dawn, so she hurried to urge him, “You should run. Leave Ninghai and go as far as you can, or else you won’t survive.”
“Oh, alright. Since you care so much, I can’t let your concern go to waste, can I?”
Chen Yufeng replied with a cheeky grin. As he spoke, he gave Zhao Zhanpeng two more slaps. Zhao Zhanpeng’s face was now grotesquely swollen, but he was powerless to resist—he could only stare in helpless fury.
“Hillbilly, do you have a death wish?”
“What? I’m running for my life. If you have the guts, chase me to the ends of the earth.”
Chen Yufeng taunted as he kept slapping him.
After giving this spoiled brat a thorough beating, he turned to Ning Doudou with a smile, “I’ll be off then. Take care. Goodbye.”
With that, he vanished in a flash.
“You… you really just ran off like that?”
Ning Doudou watched his disappearing figure, her expression complex. She couldn’t blame him for being afraid—after all, he’d provoked such a powerful enemy. Fleeing was the wisest choice.
But he sure left in a hurry!

But what about me? Am I really going to be hounded by this rich brat forever?
Chen Yufeng checked his reward points—3,420 now. He had spent four points on “King’s Possession,” but earned nineteen points for saving the damsel, showing off, and putting people in their place. All in all, he’d come out ahead.
As soon as he left the apartment, he hailed a taxi straight to Maserati Bar, intending to pay Yao Na for information. He could have forced Zhao Zhanpeng to reveal Zhao Tianlong’s whereabouts,
but then Ning Doudou would have learned about it too.
He still preferred to keep her in the dark.
It was easy enough to go to the bar for the information, and besides, he’d promised.
When Chen Yufeng arrived at Maserati Bar, it was around half past ten.
At that moment, Yao Na was performing a flair bartending show at the bar.
When she saw Chen Yufeng, she shot him a knowing look, finished her show, and came over.
“Here’s your money. Now, tell me what you know!”
Chen Yufeng couldn’t wait to pay her and get the information. He had considered transferring the money by phone, but Yao Na insisted he come in person and hear it from her directly—rules were rules.
After receiving the remaining four thousand yuan, Yao Na smiled seductively and leaned in to whisper in his ear:
“Sakura Mountain, Daluo District—there’s a private villa at the foot of the mountain, one of Zhao Tianlong’s properties. A famous model lives there, a mistress kept by Zhao Huihuang. Zhao Tianlong will be spending the night there. How’s that? Our intelligence network is impressive, isn’t it?”
“Not bad. It’s a pleasure doing business with you.”
Chen Yufeng shook her hand in gratitude, delighted.
Now that he knew Zhao Tianlong’s whereabouts, things would be much easier. He turned to leave, but Yao Na stopped him.
“Hey, handsome, don’t be in such a rush. Have a drink with me before you go.”
“Uh… Alright, just one drink.”
Since she had helped him find Zhao Tianlong, Chen Yufeng decided to oblige.
After they finished their drinks, Yao Na asked, “Are you going now? If you’re not familiar with the area, I can provide a car for you. We offer full-service here, you know.”
“Well… alright!”
Chen Yufeng had planned to call a taxi, but since Yao Na offered, he decided to support her business.
After paying a two-hundred-yuan car fee, Yao Na called a black sedan to take him there…