The Magnificent Son-in-law Chapter 11: He Is Yan Huang

Just as Black Tiger's fist was less than half a ter away from Xiao Feng, Xiao Feng, as if he had eyes in the back of his head, suddenly turned around, dodging the heavy punch by tilting his head, then stepped forward and punched Black Tiger in the stomach.

Bang!

After a dull sound, Black Tiger flew backward and crashed directly into the edge of the ring, spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood and letting out a scream: "Ah!"

All of this happened so fast, from Xiao Feng turning around and punching to Black Tiger spitting blood and screaming, it only took about two seconds.

Most people in the arena didn't even see how Xiao Feng sent Black Tiger flying.

And those who did catch how Xiao Feng made his move were too shocked to speak. Such reaction speed, not to ntion a sneak attack, even if they blatantly gave them ti to react, they would never be able to respond.

Yet it was a seemingly slightly thin young man who achieved this!

"Next ti you want to sneak attack, don't shout. If you shout, wouldn't I be prepared?" Xiao Feng chuckled, as relaxed as if he were chatting with a friend.

The audience, shocked into speechlessness, gradually recovered from their stupor. Seeing Black Tiger clutching his stomach with a twisted expression, breathing heavily, and then looking at that pool of startling crimson on the floor, they all found it hard to believe.

This young man, how could he have such terrifying power?!

In the audience's view, boxing is different from others, and height and weight often determine the outco of a match.

Because only with greater height and weight can you deliver more power, but now this notion was overturned with Xiao Feng's appearance...

At this mont, Black Tiger, lying on the ground under the ring, suddenly roared, "I'll fucking kill you!"

He then endured the pain, eyes red with rage, and charged at Xiao Feng, while Xiao Feng rely smirked dismissively, "There really are a lot of overconfident people."

However, before Black Tiger could actually fight Xiao Feng, Han Lengyue calmly said, "Black Tiger, step down. You are no match for him!"

After what just happened, Han Lengyue could finally be certain that Xiao Feng was the legendary Yanhuang, which gave her a bit of relief.

In fact, ever since Han Lengyue suspected that Xiao Feng and Yanhuang were the sa person, she began investigating his past, confirming that five years ago, Xiao Feng was just an unknown bartender in a small bar in Jiangcheng.

Yet today, five years later, he possessed such strength and fearlessly returned to Jiangcheng with high profile. Such skill and courage couldn't be embodied by anyone other than Yanhuang, the person who made overseas organizations tremble in fear.

Xiao Feng turned to look at Han Lengyue, whose face was indifferent, entirely unlike her previous flushed appearance, and was secretly surprised.

To be able to calm herself so quickly, this woman was no ordinary person!

Black Tiger, breathing heavily like a bull, looked at Xiao Feng with murderous intent in his eyes, "Miss, give another chance, I will definitely..."

"Don't you know who he is?" Han Lengyue interrupted Black Tiger with a faint smile.

The audience's eyes lit up. Listening to this conversation, it seed the young man truly had an extraordinary background.

"I don't care who he is, anyone who dares disrespect the Miss is an enemy of Black Tiger!" Black Tiger replied firmly.

Han Lengyue shook her head and revealed, "He is the idol you ntion all the ti... Yanhuang!"

"What?!" Black Tiger's eyes darted towards Xiao Feng. If anyone else had said this, he might not have believed it, but the Miss would definitely not joke about such things.

The audience below the ring looked at Xiao Feng in shock. They had of course heard of the na Yanhuang because Black Tiger ntioned it every ti he went on stage, but they never imagined the legendary Yanhuang would be so young!

"Yanhuang, it's really Yanhuang, holy shit!"

"No wonder he could beat Black Tiger so easily."

"Black Tiger really didn't lose in vain!"

For a mont, conversations like this erged one after another, and Xiao Feng, the main subject of the discussion, remained expressionless, as if it was all inconsequential to him.

Seeing the people around him full of admiration, soone couldn't help but ask in doubt, "Who is Yanhuang? Is he really that amazing?"

The scene imdiately fell silent. After all, Yanhuang wasn't so celebrity, so it's impossible for everyone to have heard of his deeds.

A few seconds later, a person with a face covered in knife scars stood up to explain, "The na Yanhuang, I heard it when I was on the battlefield in the Middle East back in the day. It is said he once single-handedly fought against an alliance of three rcenary groups, and in the end, the three groups suffered heavy losses while he remained unhard."

This explanation instantly stirred up an uproar, and when everyone looked at Xiao Feng again, their eyes already held a certain reverence.

Xiao Feng looked at Black Tiger, feeling it was impolite to treat a "fan" this way, he thought about helping him up to show his humility.

Before he could make a move, Black Tiger suddenly knelt on one knee, bowed his head, and said, "It's , Black Tiger, who was blind. I apologize to you here!"

The whole audience burst into an uproar. Since when did Black Tiger ever admit defeat?

It's known that Black Tiger's famous battle was witnessed by many present, and the injuries back then were much more severe, to the point of near-death.

That didn't make him admit defeat, and now he was kneeling and apologizing to that young man, which made everyone feel unreal.

"Mr. Xiao, let's talk on the second floor." Han Lengyue calmly said, taking the lead going up the stairs.

Xiao Feng followed closely behind, going up together.

While the audience below the ring looked at each other, no one said a word first.

After a long ti, soone finally said: "Do you think the things we just said, will make Yanhuang hold a grudge?"

As soon as this word ca out, those who had mocked Xiao Feng earlier scrambled to rush out of the factory, as if being slow would cost them their lives.

In the second-floor private box, Han Lengyue sat opposite Xiao Feng and said, "My na is Han Lengyue, and Han Wangfu is my father."

Xiao Feng was taken aback. It was generally believed outside that he had killed Han Wangfu, making him and Han Lengyue as enemies with deep hatred, but looking at her deanor, she didn't seem like she was here to seek revenge.

While lost in thought, Han Lengyue continued, "I know my father wasn't killed by you."

Xiao Feng frowned, his gaze growing dangerous, "So five years ago, was it you who frad ?"

Han Lengyue's face remained unchanged, and without much explanation, she stood up and took a stack of docunts from the safe, placing them in front of Xiao Feng.

Xiao Feng quickly flipped through them and saw that they contained detailed records of the tiline on the day of Han Wangfu's incident. One particular photo caught Xiao Feng's attention.

The photo showed him leaving by elevator, and Han Wangfu's incident happened during that tifra.

What shocked Xiao Feng most was that these tilines strung together pointed almost entirely at him, leaving him unsure of Han Lengyue's intention in showing him this.

"These tilines form a perfect chain of evidence." Han Lengyue said, "But this chain of evidence is too deliberate, seemingly flawless, but if examined closely, there are still loopholes."

Pausing for a mont, Han Lengyue continued, "Moreover, based on your deeds overseas as Yanhuang, I don't believe you are a cowardly man!"

Xiao Feng exhaled a breath; this was the benefit of dealing with a smart person—it was effortless.

After so thought, he asked, "So who was the person who frad five years ago?"

This was what Xiao Feng was most concerned about, the knot in his heart for the past five years.

However, Han Lengyue shook her head, "I don't know."