Dealing with the Feng Family

This time, there was no evidence, so Xu Mu would certainly be fine. In any case, the law requires concrete proof—caught red-handed.

If Xu Mu was safe, then the scar-faced man was in trouble.

He had dared to take on this mission, so he must have known Xu Mu’s identity.

After being let go, he still had the audacity to call the police—how could Xu Mu possibly spare him?

The only thing he could do now was hide in prison for a while, lay low, and after his release, slip away to live quietly in another city.

“You actually filed a false police report?” Qin Nuo glared at him. At first, she thought she had stumbled upon a major case—if she could apprehend this armed suspect, it would be a career-making arrest.

But it turned out this guy was just playing her.

“My beloved concubine! Not only will I file a false report, but I also want to play cards with you!” The scar-faced man lunged at Qin Nuo.

Qin Nuo grabbed him with one hand and flipped him over her shoulder, slamming him onto the ground.

She pulled out handcuffs and secured him.

Walking over to Xu Mu, she said apologetically, “Sorry for the trouble. You’re free to go.”

“Just fix my car. As for compensation for my wasted time, forget it.”

Xu Mu kept his hands in his pockets, speaking indifferently.

“Alright, I’ll get it fixed.”

While reassembling the car, Qin Nuo inspected it carefully again but still found nothing. It seemed this guy really had been spouting nonsense.

But the wound on his leg was suspicious—she’d have to investigate further later.

Xu Mu didn’t linger. He drove off.

…

Back at the company, he called Meng Wanyue.

Half an hour later, she appeared in his office.

“President Xu, you’re back.”

She wasn’t wearing office attire but a black casual outfit.

She had been training in the mountains outside Jiang City’s suburbs and rushed over immediately after his call, not even bothering to change.

“I might need your help,” Xu Mu said, looking at her.

“Just give the order, President Xu.”

Meng Wanyue’s eyes sharpened, even flashing a hint of excitement.

Before, whether it was the organization or the Dragon King, she treated their tasks as just work—obligations.

But with Xu Mu, it was different. She genuinely wanted to help him, to ease his burdens.

“Wait here for a moment.”

Xu Mu left the office and took the elevator to find Xu Shou.

After knocking, he heard a response and entered.

“I just got a call from Liu Wei. You did the right thing. Our company is on the rise—if parasites like him were exposed, it could damage our reputation.”

Xu Shou smiled at Xu Mu.

“He’s from the Feng family,” Xu Mu said, sitting on the sofa.

“What?”

Xu Shou’s smile vanished instantly.

“The HR manager is also from the Feng family.”

As Xu Mu spoke, the office door opened.

Xu Ningbing, dressed in formal attire, walked in holding a file.

Seeing Xu Mu there, her expression stiffened. She still couldn’t believe it was Xu Mu who had elevated her to the realm of ancient martial arts.

[Favorability +5]

Xu Mu glanced at the black text floating above Xu Ningbing’s head. Just looking at him had raised her favorability.

Seems like formalizing things really had its perks.

“Go on,” Xu Shou urged.

He trusted Xu Mu completely now. If Xu Mu said it, he must have proof.

“At the Yang City branch, I need Liu Wei to cooperate with me—no matter what I do.”

Xu Mu’s expression was serious as he looked at Xu Shou.

“Fine. I’ll call Liu Wei right now.” Xu Shou nodded.

Xu Mu suddenly turned to Xu Ningbing with curiosity. “You not opposing this makes me uncomfortable.”

Xu Ningbing’s face flushed slightly, but she feigned indifference. “I didn’t know before. Now that I see your capabilities, I won’t stand in your way.”

“Heh. Be careful lately—the Feng family made a move on me today.”

With that, Xu Mu walked out.

“Kid! Stay safe.” Xu Shou called after him.

“Who do you think I am? I’m Xu Shou’s son.”

Xu Mu left without looking back.

Xu Shou trembled slightly, momentarily speechless. “That brat…”

His gaze drifted to a photo frame on the bookshelf. He sighed softly. Our son has grown up.

…

Xu Mu and Meng Wanyue left the company together. This time, he didn’t take his own car but rode in her Wuling Hongguang.

His car was too conspicuous—Feng Jian and his people had probably memorized the license plate by now.

Meng Wanyue drove them back to Yang City.

Originally, Xu Mu hadn’t planned to move against the Feng family so soon. But since Feng Jian struck first, he wouldn’t hold back.

By the time they returned to the Yang City branch, it was past 2 PM.

As soon as he stepped into the lobby, Li Yun greeted him with a smile. Just seeing Xu Mu made black text appear above her head.

[Favorability +10]

“Xiao Mu.” She called out warmly from a distance.

Xu Mu smiled at the floating text. Keeping Li Yun at his company had definitely been the right call.

“Auntie, keep up the good work. I believe in you.”

He gave her an encouraging fist pump.

“I won’t let you down.” Li Yun nodded firmly.

Using his senses, Xu Mu confirmed Zhang Shuaikai was still in his office—meaning he was willing to cooperate.

He and Meng Wanyue took the elevator up.

Xu Mu pushed the door open without knocking.

Zhang Shuaikai, seated at his desk, scrambled to his feet. “Young Master Xu.”

“Made up your mind?” Xu Mu walked over.

“I’ll cooperate with you, Young Master Xu. Let’s bring down the Feng family.”

Zhang Shuaikai’s expression was resolute. “I’ll follow your lead.”

He remembered how Feng Kang had treated him—no fatherly affection, just like a servant.

Before, he hadn’t dared to resist. The Feng family’s influence was too vast.

Alone, opposing them would’ve been like an ant trying to shake a tree.

But now, with the Xu family’s backing, everything was different.

Zhang Shuaikai couldn’t wait to see Feng Kang’s face when he lost everything—destitute and powerless.

“Good. You’ll have a bright future. If you play your part well, the Feng family will belong to you and Feng Yue.”

Xu Mu smirked. “Can you arrange a meeting with Feng Ruili or Feng Jian?”

Feng Ruili was Feng Kang’s eldest son, the Feng family’s CEO and publicly declared heir.

“I can’t get Feng Ruili, but Feng Jian is possible.” Zhang Shuaikai replied.

“Perfect. Here’s the plan—get Feng Jian to meet tonight.”

Xu Mu’s smile turned icy.

Since Feng Jian had tried to make him a eunuch, he’d return the favor in kind.

From the plot’s progression, Xu Mu knew Feng Jian was a regular at high-end clubs. Dealing with someone like him would be child’s play.

…

Dusk settled over Yang City.

At the Tiankang Grand Restaurant—a Feng family property—Zhang Shuaikai waited in a private room on the fifth floor.

Choosing this location was deliberate, meant to lull Feng Jian into complacency.

Before long, Feng Jian strode in.

“Young Master Feng, you’re here.”

Zhang Shuaikai rose with a practiced smile.

But deep down, he was seething with anger. After all, he was his own flesh and blood—his elder brother.

"Zhang Shuaikai! Spit it out already! I’ve got a damn drinking party tonight. You could’ve said whatever it was over the phone, but no—you had to drag me here. If this isn’t important, I’ll break your legs!"

Feng Jian’s expression darkened.

"Feng Shao, this really is important. It’s not something to discuss over the phone."

Zhang Shuaikai suppressed his irritation, keeping his face neutral. "Xu Family’s pharmaceutical company has another blockbuster drug in the works. Rumor has it production will start at their Yang City branch. I might be able to get my hands on it."

At that, Feng Jian’s eyes nearly bulged out of his head.