Dragon King Palace: Urban Affluent Son-in-Law

Chapter 1573: Chapter 1573: Marked for Death!

"What is it?" Jing Wuming looked at Jiang Feng doubtfully and asked.

"Right now there are a few people about to come to Binhai from the direction of the Capital City. I want you to work with me to figure out their movement pattern. Once you spot them, inform me immediately. Best if we don’t let them enter the city, to avoid unnecessary commotion."

After thinking it over again and again, Jiang Feng still felt it was better to crush the threat outside the city as early as possible.

Previously just one Hu Jinquan had been enough to cause an uproar, that so‑called Madman Hu. This time four seniors whose status was in no way inferior to Hu Jinquan were coming at once. He was afraid this little Binhai simply couldn’t bear it.

"How many people?"

Hearing this, Jing Wuming frowned. "Who are they, to make you treat it this seriously? Their background must be huge."

Jiang Feng thought for a moment. There was nothing he needed to hide from Jing Wuming, so he said, "I’ll just tell it straight: they’re people from Netherworld Hall. I’ve had some grudges with this organization recently; they keep hounding me. Now they’re sending people again. I don’t want them shattering Binhai’s current peace."

"Netherworld Hall???"

Jing Wuming had always been lazy by nature, with no desires or pursuits, but when he heard this name, his eyes still widened instantly. "You mean that Netherworld Hall under the Eighteen Hells?!"

"You know about it too?"

Jiang Feng’s expression was playful. How come it felt like everyone other than him had heard of Netherworld Hall and the Eighteen Hells’ fearsome reputation?

"Nonsense! I used to..."

Jing Wuming cut himself off halfway through, then said testily, "You really know how to make enemies. Whoever’s hard to mess with, you go provoke them. Do you really think the Eighteen Hells and Netherworld Hall are a joke?"

"I don’t take them as a joke." Jiang Feng shook his head, face calm. "But there are indeed some people among them I’ve already killed. Not long ago there was one called Hu Jinquan, I just wiped him out. His fame was hyped up, but his strength was pathetically weak."

"Hu Jinquan?! Madman Hu!?!"

Jing Wuming almost choked this time, staring at Jiang Feng in even greater disbelief!

So that kind of legendary figure had gone silent because he’d joined Netherworld Hall?

And Jiang Feng had killed such a notorious, terrifying bastard, yet spoke of it so lightly, as if he’d slaughtered a chicken?

"You... I really understand you less and less!" Jing Wuming gave a bitter smile. "You say you just kill Madman Hu like that. I really don’t dare imagine how strong you’ve already become. Looks like the gap between us is not just tens of thousands of miles!"

"Save the extra talk for later. Those four should be entering the region very soon. There aren’t many routes from the Capital City into Binhai. You and I can block off a few between us, we’ll definitely be able to feel out their movements. Once you spot them, just inform me in time." Jiang Feng said coolly to Jing Wuming.

This was the downside of not having subordinates in Binhai. If it were the Provincial City, Wu Feng could have handled it.

"You killed Madman Hu, and he was a senior official. Then the ones dispatched this time will definitely still be people at senior official level from Netherworld Hall—and four at once..."

Just thinking about it made Jing Wuming’s mind go messy. "Tell me, what are you planning to do? Don’t tell me you want to fend off four seniors all by yourself?"

"Is there any need to make a fuss?" Jiang Feng felt amused. He looked at the bitterly smiling Jing Wuming and directly reached out to pull him up from the rocking chair. "They’re just four seniors; it’s no different from sticking up a sign to sell their heads. Stop babbling and hurry up, we’ll split up and move."

"..."

Jing Wuming really felt faint. If he hadn’t at least seen a bit of Jiang Feng’s strength, he’d probably have been angered into passing out on the spot by that one sentence!

Netherworld Hall seniors, and he said they were just sticking up a sign to sell their heads?

Then wouldn’t Martial Artists of their level not even count as people?

He knew very well that any one senior who came to a small backwater like Binhai would be a Nightmare Level existence. The local operations departments and military would have to mobilize en masse!

But Jiang Feng was actually afraid they’d be too high‑profile, and wanted to crush them head‑on...

Although Jing Wuming felt anything but confident, he was now on the same side as Jiang Feng after all. For the moment he could only mark out routes with Jiang Feng, then split into two groups and go scout the enemy’s route of entry.

Like Jiang Feng said, Binhai was just a third‑tier city, its geographic area wasn’t large. The routes from the Capital City to Binhai could be counted on one hand.

Chief among them were the highway, high‑speed rail, bullet trains and regular trains passing through the Provincial City, followed by flights and a few remote side roads.

But the aura on those four Netherworld Hall seniors was too terrifying. In such sweltering heat, they most likely wouldn’t openly choose crowded modern transportation, so they were very likely to take those few side roads or the highway.

For this, Jiang Feng personally went to the highway exit, while Jing Wuming took responsibility for scouting those side roads.

...

At the same time.

The four seniors led by Ji Bu were indeed already on their way to slaughter their way into Binhai.

They had grabbed a servant from the ruined Lian Family estate and forced out of his mouth everything they wanted to know.

Turns out, starting from Dongfang Chi, then Wang Shan and Xue Li after him, and even their old buddy Hu Jinquan, all of them had indeed fallen outside—and all the grudges pointed straight at Jiang Feng of Jiangdong, Binhai!

The four of them felt this was a humiliating disgrace!

Especially after they learned that Jiang Feng was merely a young man of a little over twenty. They were even more enraged, feeling that Netherworld Hall’s entire face had been utterly lost by Hu Jinquan and the others!

"Old Ji, you really don’t know how to teach disciples. When you trace everything back to the source, it was all stirred up by that cheap disciple of yours, Dongfang Chi, and he even dragged Netherworld Hall into losing four men. You can’t shirk responsibility for this. Once the elders back home find out, I’m afraid your senior official seat won’t be safe!"

A short old man, whose presence was extremely sinister despite his height, sneered coldly.

His name was Pu Dingjun. Together with the other two old men, Zhan Zhenchuan and Ran Shanlong, he was a senior official under the Eighth Elder Tuoba Yan.

And Hu Jinquan had once been their old brother.

But Ji Bu served under the Fifth Elder Luo Chunqiu, and they had looked down on each other from way back. This time they were only working together out of necessity.

"My disciple is useless, but does that put any glory on your faces? The two beloved adoptive sons of Hu Jinquan also died at Jiang Feng’s hands, and even he himself died violently in Jiangdong! Isn’t that the greatest humiliation to Netherworld Hall? Once the Great Elder learns the truth, I’m afraid even the Eighth Elder won’t be able to protect you!" Ji Bu said dismissively.

"Ji Bu! You made the three of us run errands with you, and you still dare talk tough, you—"

Pu Dingjun, still fuming, wanted to say more, but Zhan Zhenchuan beside him grabbed him, then advised flatly, "Enough, this is not the time to argue. Let’s make it clear now: that little bastard with the surname Jiang is only one person. Whoever kills him first gets the credit. When we go back inside hall to claim merit, the others don’t get jealous."

"Heh, we already agreed to rely on our own skills. That little brat will definitely die by my hand! Just you wait and see. If Netherworld Hall is going to regain its prestige and make the elders look at us with new eyes, it’ll still depend on me!"

Ran Shanlong let out a cold laugh. He had no intention of handing over such a chance to earn great merit. He’d already thought through how he would cruelly torture Jiang Feng to death and bring his head back for a reward!