The next day, also a weekend.
Lin Xiao, carrying large bags and boxes, filled the entire trunk of the car, and the family arrived at the old man's residence.
The old man had gotten up early the day before, knowing they were coming, and immediately opened the door when he saw Lin Xiao's car.
"Grandpa!"
Xun Er, getting out of the car, ran to the old man's side.
"Hey!"
Seeing Xun Er, the old man's face crinkled with a smile. He carefully patted Xun Er's head, and when he looked up, he saw Lin Xiao carrying bags and boxes.
"Just coming is fine, why bring so many things?" the old man hurriedly called out upon seeing the load.
"It's only proper to bring gifts when visiting you, right?" Lin Xiao said, putting down the bags and boxes, then secretly slipped a pack of cigarettes to the old man: "For you."
The old man was also a heavy smoker, but he was usually heavily restricted at home, especially his habits of smoking and drinking, which were strictly managed, and he rarely got to smoke.
Seeing the pack of cigarettes Lin Xiao offered, the old man's eyes lit up. He quickly looked around and hid the cigarettes.
"By the way, Grandpa, there are two bottles of thirty-year-old aged wine someone gave me. You can have a drink when you feel like it." Lin Xiao pointed to the two wine boxes among the pile of gifts.
"Good!"
The old man perked up at this news. Only this boy Lin Xiao remembered him in this regard!
Otherwise, his days of focusing on health would feel rather dull. He usually just enjoyed going out, playing cards, playing chess, and occasionally fishing.
Sometimes he truly envied his card-playing friends who could smoke a few cigarettes.
However, all his friends had been told not to let him smoke or drink, which meant he could only smoke two or three cigarettes a month, leaving the old man constantly craving more.
Alas, neither his wife nor his son allowed him to smoke or drink, so he had no choice.
Today, the "strategic reserve rations" Lin Xiao brought made him ecstatic.
"Grandpa!"
Luo Qinghan walked over. The old man quickly hid the cigarettes and looked over as if he hadn't received anything.
"Grandpa, Lin Xiao brought you a lot of fruit and milk suitable for the elderly, and those two bottles of wine. I know you like them, but you must not drink too much, as it's bad for your health."
Luo Qinghan came over to give him strict instructions, fearing he would drink too much.
"My good granddaughter, I know, I know. Don't worry, I promise not to make you worry." The old man quickly said, winking at Lin Xiao as he spoke.
Seeing the old man's lively demeanor, Lin Xiao was relieved. It seemed the old man had been living quite well recently.
When people get old, being happy is the most important thing.
"I'm done with you!"
Jiang Yuan, seeing Yan Zhi Fei's state, finished speaking and quickly turned to run away.
After a few steps, she felt her high heels were in the way. She took them off and ran barefoot.
Meanwhile, Yan Zhi Fei walked to the entrance of Dongfang's villa and raised her hand to knock.
However, before her hand could fall, the door opened. Chu Feng's voice came from inside: "Since you're not leaving, come in for a drink."
"Okay."
Yan Zhi Fei tried hard to control her composure. The sight of the two corpses at close range made her stomach churn even more. She forced herself to walk in.
Chu Feng was sitting on the sofa. He pointed to a wine glass on the table: "Have a drink."
"Okay."
Yan Zhi Fei nodded and sat beside him.
After she finished the drink, Chu Feng said, "You can leave now."
Yan Zhi Fei looked at Chu Feng in astonishment.
"You know, you're not suited to stay here."
Chu Feng looked at the woman. Their relationship had indeed been good back then, but it had only stopped at "good." He had no further intentions with Yan Zhi Fei.
"I... I just wanted to see."
"Alright."
Chu Feng didn't ask for her reason. Since she wanted to see, he would let her.
At that moment, Dongfang Hai finally finished his call: "I told them... as you said."
"Good."
Chu Feng said, gesturing to the seat beside him: "Come, sit, make yourself at home."
"..."
Dongfang Hai didn't know what to say at this moment. This was his home, after all.
"This wine is good."
Chu Feng said as he downed a large glass in one gulp.
Good?
Dongfang Hai couldn't understand. How could one tell if wine was good by gulping it down like that? But he dared not speak, as Chu Feng was in charge now.
...
News of the Dongfang family's affairs spread almost instantly among the remaining few major families.
To be precise, only three families were still alive, and it shouldn't be long before only the Zhou and Zheng families remained.
At this moment, the head of the Zhou family paced back and forth in his room. He held a cigarette, but he hadn't taken a single puff all day.
The tank was dismantled, the God of Slaughter was dead, and the Dongfang family was about to be annihilated by Chu Feng's own hands.
The other families had all fallen into the hands of Chu Feng's subordinates, with less than ten percent surviving.
It would soon be the turn of his Zhou family.
"Patriarch, I recall you used to contact several people in the Special Forces every year."
"If you have a solution, just say it!"
In the room, besides the head of the Zhou family, there was only the butler.
The butler was the most trusted person in the entire Zhou family.
"How about we send Chu Feng a Dongfang express delivery."
"Dongfang express delivery?"
The head of the Zhou family hadn't reacted yet.
"Dongfang Number One missile."
"..."
At this, the head of the Zhou family immediately stopped pacing and stared at his butler: "Do you know what you're saying?"
"Patriarch, of course I do, but look, we've already used all conventional means. The hundred families, assassins, martial arts masters, firearms, tanks, rocket launchers... we've used everything we could, but it was useless against this Chu Feng. I suspect Chu Feng must have had some fortuitous encounter in these past few years." The butler quickly said, "Since that's the case, then we should use some unconventional means."
"Indeed."
After the butler's words, the head of the Zhou family immediately realized that an unconventional method was indeed necessary. Since the Dongfang family was now practically defunct, and Dongfang Wuqing was dead, they might as well go all the way.
"Alright, I'll contact them now!"