Urban God of War: The Live-in Son-in-law

The Eastern Border Ocean, a military speedboat with an engine roaring at a speed of up to 85 knots, was carving out a long wake across the sea surface.

At this moment, only three people were in the speedboat's rest area: two imposing men in military uniforms were resting with their eyes closed, and the other was a ronin, lying on the deck with his face covered in blood and his hands bound by black chains.

East Pole Island.

A week ago, Ye Feng experienced a fierce battle on the beaches of East Pole Island. After securing victory, he left the island in haste, and now he had returned once again.

"These bandits sure know how to pick a place."

The two disembarked, with Xiao Chuanqi gripping his treasure sword, his eyes flashing with a sharp and cold light. He learned from Ye Feng that East Pole Island was a power base established by the overseas ronin.

Those who mess with our homeland shall be pursued, no matter how far!

Today was the day of reckoning. Not only were the people of Sky Eagle Sect detestable, but those on East Pole Island needed to be killed even more so.

"They only know how to sneak around and use tricks that can't be seen in the light of day."

"Let's go and see if there are any small fish left inside."

Logically, after the brutal battle from last week that resulted in the demise of the Five Great Island Lords and two Honorary Island Lords of East Pole Island, this overseas force should have been left empty-handed.

But Ye Feng's intuition told him that these people, supported by the overseas ronin, would definitely not give up and abandon East Pole Island so easily.

"Ye Feng, you are no longer the Northern Border King, but you are a meritorious officer. Xuanyuan Nation treats you this way, what makes them worth such actions from you?"

Shuiyuan Longzhi was secured to a wooden plank and dragged along by Xiao Chuanqi.

"Do you know what faith is?"

"Whether I am the Northern Border King or not doesn't really matter to me. What belongs to me cannot be taken by anyone else. From the moment I enlisted, I knew what my lifelong duty was, and I also knew what things require undying protection."

"No matter how many hardships I encounter in this life, the things I hold dear in my heart will not collapse."

Faith is an eternally indestructible thing!

It can never be shaken by any trivial matter.

Xiao Chuanqi knew what Ye Feng's faith was: it was the unwavering resolve of the Northern Border King to protect the people and the land of Xuanyuan Nation until death.

And this was also the reason why, faced with numerous temptations, he still joined Sima Zhantian at Ye Feng's side without hesitation.

However, while Ye Feng had never betrayed this vast country, some people indeed had betrayed him, causing him to nearly lose his life in the imperial capital. Thinking about this, Xiao Chuanqi gripped his sword even tighter.

This injustice!

Even if Ye Feng didn't want to settle accounts, he would pull up those people one by one and clean them out with his sword.

"It's a pity!"

"If Fusang had more talented individuals like you, why couldn't they step beyond their borders? Why endure others' warships stationed on their land without the capacity to express their anger?"

Upon hearing this, Shuiyuan Longzhi commented with a sigh.

He harbored resentment against Ye Feng, but not all enemies were unworthy of respect. The ronin's samurai spirit was highly esteemed worldwide.

"Stepping beyond the borders!"

"So this is why, over the years, Fusang Island Nation has been deluded with the ambition to invade other people's territories?"

Ye Feng scoffed inwardly.

"There are some things you don't understand, and neither do I."

"From the moment I became a samurai, it meant that I had to find a future for this nation. No one truly likes war, and those with ambition are ultimately in the minority. I too yearn to spend time with my beloved during the cherry blossom season."

"But in this world, when all choices become no choice, that's when we must make a choice. Life and death, survival and extinction; there is no right or wrong in these."

Shuiyuan Longzhi spoke calmly, seemingly finding some peace within himself after voicing these thoughts.

"Who told you all this?"

Ye Feng's brows furrowed slightly, as these words contained much that he did not understand.

"No one told me; it's just a guess."

"Just like your enlistment oath, and when I became a samurai, I too took on many responsibilities I didn't fully understand," responded Shuiyuan Longzhi with a complex look in his eyes.

Some things, even though unclear, still drive one to forge ahead. This is the most tragic part of being a samurai.

"I won't let you die too painfully."

Shuiyuan Longzhi: "..."

Do I look like I'm asking you for mercy?

Five minutes later, Ye Feng and another made their way boldly to the luxurious villa in the heart of East Pole Island—akin to a palace. There were many guards along the way, but Xiao Chuanqi easily dealt with them.

"Indeed, quite a few people have come."

With a hint of a cold laugh, Ye Feng kicked open the steel gate with a "bang," sending it flying into the air.

"Who is it?

"How dare you run wild in East Pole Island's territory, grab your weapons and chop him down."

"Hold off from killing them all for now, leave a survivor."

...

In just an instant, a large group of martial artists rushed out from the mansion, from External Strength practitioners to Huajin Grandmasters, a variety of good and bad, all wearing the same fierce expressions.

"Not one spared."

Regardless of whether they were ronin or traitors, Ye Feng naturally had no mercy for these bandits.

Clang! One by one.

A sword cry rang out, the treasure sword was unsheathed, and Xiao Chuanqi's figure flashed past, leaving a green afterimage. His ruthless sword light mercilessly swept across the necks of the group in front.

One stroke, two...

As blood sprayed, Xiao Chuanqi's figure moved faster and faster, and the screams became fewer. In less time than it takes to drink a cup of tea, the entire mansion had become Asura Purgatory.

"Reporting to the master, fifty-six enemies, all fifty-six eradicated."

Brandishing his sword, Xiao Chuanqi's expression remained indifferent as droplets of fresh red blood were still dripping from his longsword.

"Hold the fort—the moment someone appears, kill them."

Ye Feng nodded after hearing this, stepping over the corpses as he continued on.

This journey was specifically for the purpose of slaughter—not just to eliminate East Pole Island, but to eradicate the Ronin Guild as well.

Only by eradicating the Ronin Guild could they prevent another East Pole Island from emerging and bring peace to the Eastern Border. This was not for anyone else, but a necessity for Ye Feng, for the people of Xuanyuan Nation, for the citizens of the Eastern Border.

For it is often said, the capable should endure more. This was also his last duty before leaving the Eastern Border.

"Kill!"

The moment Ye Feng's figure stepped through the palace doors, two streaks of blade light sliced towards him.

It was the Blade Draw Technique again!

"Blades?"

A cold, cruel smile hung at the corner of Ye Feng's mouth as two golden lights burst forth from his palms. He didn't even try to dodge as he lunged towards the two figures outside the path of the blade lights.

Seeking death!

The two ronin samurais seemed to have already pictured their opponent being cut in half at the waist, sneering inwardly with contempt.

Shoop! One by one,

Like cutting through mud, the silver blade lights were easily severed by the Palm Blade, as a residual image moved past the two ronin.

With two "thuds," the ronin fell to the ground in succession, never dreaming that their prized Blade Draw Technique would be so easily defeated.

The Blade Draw Technique focuses on being fast, accurate, and ruthless. The drawing and sheathing of the blade are done in one fluid motion, and many enemies who don't know how to dodge will be killed by this strike before they can react.

But the Blade Draw Technique also has a fatal weakness, which is being without a blade.

If someone can knock the blade out of their hands in an instant, then the one drawing the blade would become like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

"Don't, don't kill me!"

In a corner, there was another person hiding, whose accent revealed they were from the Xuanyuan Nation.

"Answer me one question, and I won't kill you."

"Are there any other strongholds outside East Pole Island?"

Ye Feng looked down from above, his eyes swirling with killing intent.

"No more, there's only one stronghold on East Pole Island."

The man spoke truthfully.

"Alright, you can go."

Seeing that the man was not lying, Ye Feng turned and walked in another direction.

Is he really giving me a way out?

The man kept looking back with every step he took, fearful that Ye Feng might suddenly attack him. Eventually, after stepping out of the palace doors, he broke into a frantic sprint. As he dashed past several corpses and was about to leave the manor, a human head was suddenly tossed into the air.

Just because I don't kill you doesn't mean someone else won't.

"Rise!"

Ye Feng exerted force between his palms, opening an Earth Gate. He didn't know what was hidden inside, but there were quite a few living breaths.

"Come out!"

Ye Feng stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes still stern.

Clang clang! One by one,

It was the sound of chains rolling, and Ye Feng's murderous aura suddenly dissipated. A dirty little hand slowly crawled out from the dungeon.

What is this?

Ye Feng silently sighed. Before him was an emaciated little boy who lay on the grass, looking up at Ye Feng with a venomous expression.

"I'll go feed the fish."

A moment later, the little boy said through gritted teeth.

"Feed the fish?"

Ye Feng's expression chilled, and in an instant, an overwhelming aura surged from his body, finally resting inside the pool.

Damn the East Pole Island!

Damn the ronin!

In that instant, Ye Feng felt that letting those bandits die so easily was truly too merciful.

"I'm not here to catch you to feed the fish; I'm here to rescue you."

Ye Feng's face softened, suddenly feeling the urge to embrace the little boy. At his age, he had borne far too many pains not meant for him.

"Rescue us?"

Now, it was the little boy who was puzzled.

"You say you're here to rescue us, wait, his clothes?"

"Let me see, he's a soldier, he's from our Xuanyuan Nation, we're finally saved."

...

One after another, the trapped people crawled out, looking at Ye Feng with tears streaming down their faces.

"I'm late!"

Ye Feng bowed deeply, there were seventeen people in total, each with an unhealthy pallor on their face, some even had broken legs.

Without words, everyone looked at Ye Feng, silently staring, the air was eerily still.

"Uncle, thank you for rescuing us."

Finally, it was the little boy who spoke up, with the innocence of a child.

That's enough!

Ye Feng smiled warmly and said:

"I need to ask everyone to wait for another hour or two. I am arranging for people to come pick you up."

"Little guy, what's your name?"

After giving instructions, Ye Feng picked up the little boy.

"Zhang Tao."

"Do you want to become a soldier?"

"Uncle, my parents are fishermen, and I'm just a little fisherman."

"A fisherman can only provide for your family, but becoming a soldier not only allows you to provide for your family, you can also protect your family like I do, and even more people.

"Uncle, my parents are already dead."

"Uncle, I want to be a soldier!"

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