Volume One, Chapter 11: When You See Me, It Is Like an Ant Facing the Vast Sky

“Mr. Yan, I have always respected you, but what your son has done is simply intolerable.”
“I hope my visit today does not cause you too much trouble.”

The old Yan family mansion.

Li Tianchen, with eyes sharp as a hawk’s, was quietly slurping the plain noodles cooked by Qin Wanqiu.

The mansion was filled inside and out with members of the Li family.

Though it appeared peaceful, the air was thick with lethal tension.

Yan’s father wore a stern expression and said coldly, “Li, young people always make mistakes; it’s my failure as a father to discipline him properly.”

“If there’s an issue, don’t make it hard on the child—direct your anger at me.”

Unbeknownst to him, Li Ao had already been killed by Yan Fengjia.

Li Tianchen glanced at the phone on the table; it had been over ten minutes since he last spoke with Yan Fengjia.

Hearing these words, Li Tianchen couldn’t help but sneer coldly.

Wiping his mouth, he pulled out a chair and sat upright before Yan’s father.

Qin Wanqiu looked pale beside him; she knew very well that Li Tianchen was a ruthless character.

Otherwise, there was no way the Li family could have risen to the top of Qinghai City’s elite families in such a short time.

“Old Yan, I think the same—children make mistakes, but the father is still here.”

“But tell me, why did Yan Fengjia kill my son?” Li Tianchen’s eyes reddened, veins bulging in his arms.

“I only have that one son, and now that I have all this property, what meaning does it hold?”

“If he wanted to cause trouble, he should have come to me first and spoken with me. But he didn’t.”

“So since he doesn’t follow the rules, I have nothing more to say.”

“What... what did you say? He killed your son?” Yan’s father’s face changed drastically as he jumped to his feet.

Immediately, the Li family members in the hall began to stir.

“Step back,” Li Tianchen shot them a threatening glare.

“Old Yan, in honor of your three sons who have passed, I won’t make this personal. I am only after that bastard.”

“Wait, no matter what I do, I ask you to understand the feelings of a father who has lost his only son.”

To everyone’s surprise, Li Tianchen bowed to Yan’s father, but his cold face was filled with terrifying chill.

“I’m here,” a calm voice came from outside the door.

Then, in everyone’s sight, Yan Fengjia entered.

“Yan Fengjia?” Li Tianchen’s eyes instantly turned bloodshot. “I didn’t expect you to come so quickly.”

“Fengjia, run, they...” Qin Wanqiu urged anxiously.

But before she could finish, a knife was pressed against her neck.

A Li family member blocked Qin Wanqiu, warning her not to act rashly.

“Li Tianchen, even if my son killed someone, it should be handled by the law. What you’re doing will only bring you a bad end,” Yan’s father shouted angrily.

“Law?” Li Tianchen shook his head with a smile. “The law is made for the weak; the strong make the rules and stand above them.”

“Am I wrong, Yan Fengjia?”

Yan Fengjia was calm. “Dad, sister-in-law, you two go upstairs first. I’ll handle things here.”

“You don’t know the situation, do you? You think you can just go upstairs?” A man closest to Yan Fengjia brandished a gleaming broadsword and swung toward him, kicking his knee.

“Kneel.”

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“Are you looking for death?” Yan Fengjia’s expression darkened. He grabbed the man’s neck fiercely and threw him aside.

“Bang!”

Before the man could even react, he was lying outside the door, foaming at the mouth.

“Oh? No wonder you’re so arrogant—you’re a martial artist?”

Li Tianchen was also a martial artist. Since youth, he had unexpectedly entered this realm and climbed out of the slums by his own hands.

“Fine, since you’re a martial artist too, let your father and sister-in-law go upstairs.”

“Dad, trust me, go upstairs first. I’ll resolve this quickly,” Yan Fengjia gave a reassuring look.

“Old Yan, you should listen to him. Staying here won’t help,” Li Tianchen said with a sinister smile.

Yan’s father clenched his fists tightly. “Fengjia, be careful.”

With that, he hurried upstairs.

On the second floor, he still had a hunting rifle.

If Li Tianchen dared to harm his last son, he was ready to fight him to the death.

At that moment, a familiar voice sounded from outside again.

“Mr. Li, I’m here! I’m here! Has Yan Fengjia died yet? Did I miss anything?”

Su Chen had rushed from the hospital after Li Tianchen’s call, eager to witness the drama.

But when he burst into the hall and saw Yan Fengjia’s back, his smile froze.

“Still... not dead?” Su Chen gave up pretending and strolled in with his hands in his pockets.

“Oh, Yan Fengjia, you really know how to pick enemies. Why stir trouble with our Mr. Li?”

“Master Li Ao was so noble, and you dared kill him. I’m genuinely worried about you.”

Yan Fengjia smiled faintly. “Su Chen, I once considered you a good brother and let Wan Sanqian help your Su family make money.”

“You not only allied with the Li family to seize my father’s empire, but you also poisoned him, didn’t you?”

Su Chen curled the corner of his mouth and crossed his legs on the sofa. “That’s right. So what? You’re going to die anyway, no need to hide it.”

“That poison came through my channels. I didn’t expect your mediocre medical skills to drag that old man back from the brink of death.”

“Oh, Yan Fengjia, why bother? That old man was no kin of yours. You killed Li Ao; you shouldn’t have come back.”

“See? What now?” Su Chen smiled broadly.

Yan Fengjia clasped his hands behind his back, his expression growing colder. “Fine, admit it. Since that’s the case, there’s nothing more to say.”

“Next time, remember not to be an ungrateful wretch. Know who your true master is.”

“What are you going to do?” Su Chen suddenly stood up.

Yan Fengjia stepped forward and grabbed his neck.

“Mr. Li is here. We’re partners. If you kill me, think about your family.”

Yan Fengjia sneered. “Don’t worry, no one is leaving here alive.”

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