In the eastern district of the capital stood a grand and imposing pavilion.
This place was called Snow Moon Tower.
As the name implied, it was a den of indulgence and pleasure… the most famous place of extravagance in the capital, favored by the young masters of great families and the nobles of the court.
At this moment, carriages crowded the entrance, while inside, dazzling lights illuminated everything. Sensual music drifted endlessly through the air.
At the entrance stood a row of welcoming women dressed in uniform attire. Their figures and looks were no less impressive than top models from Chu Feng’s previous life.
As soon as Chu Feng arrived with Leng Yue, the women swarmed forward, greeting him enthusiastically, “Oh my, isn’t this Young Master Chu? Please come in! Which young lady would you like tonight? Xia Zhu or Qiu Xiang?”
Chu Feng ignored them completely and walked straight inside.
The interior of Snow Moon Tower was extravagantly luxurious. On the central stage, dozens of graceful dancers swayed elegantly, their flowing sleeves fluttering as their seductive gazes flickered like silk threads.
Nearby, musicians played instruments, adding to the intoxicating atmosphere.
Around the tables, groups of wastrel young masters lounged with women in their arms, indulging in fine wine and delicacies, laughing wildly and revealing all manner of unsightly behavior.
Damn… this is even more extravagant than the lavish parties in my previous life.
Chu Feng sneered inwardly, his gaze sharp as a hawk as it swept across the entire hall.
Soon, he locked onto a corner.
There, four well-dressed young men sat with women in their arms, their faces flushed with drink as they chatted loudly.
They were the four most loyal lackeys of his predecessor.
Just a few hours ago, these very four had coaxed Chu Feng into going drinking, which had led to everything that followed with the Crown Prince’s Consort.
There was no need to guess… they were behind it all.
Of course, with their courage and status, someone else must have been pulling the strings from behind.
Thinking of this, Chu Feng spoke calmly to Leng Yue beside him, “Leng Yue, break all four of their legs.”
The moment his words fell, Leng Yue’s figure flashed like a ghost.
One moment, the four wastrels were still lost in pleasure.
The next moment, a series of chilling cracking sounds echoed through the air.
Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!
The sound of bones breaking was so sharp it drowned out the sensual music.
“Ahhh!”
Four heart-wrenching screams erupted, tearing through the decadent atmosphere of the hall.
The music stopped abruptly. The dancers froze in place. The drunken young masters instantly sobered, their expressions replaced with shock as all eyes turned toward the source of the screams.
The four men who had been enjoying themselves moments ago now lay on the ground like dead dogs, clutching their twisted legs, rolling and screaming in agony.
“Who is it? Which bastard dares to attack us!”
One of them, Zhao Hai, roared through the pain, his face twisted with rage.
“Me.”
A calm voice sounded as Chu Feng walked over slowly, hands in his pockets, looking down at them with indifference, “Zhao Hai, Qian Duo, Sun Tian, Li Fei… looks like you’ve been having quite the time.”
The four men looked up. The moment they recognized him, their pupils shrank violently.
“Y… Young Master!”
The ferocity on Zhao Hai’s face vanished instantly, replaced by panic. His voice trembled, “Y… why are you here?”
“If I didn’t come, how would I know my good dogs are so skilled at playing?” Chu Feng’s tone was unreadable, yet it sent chills down their spines.
He crouched down and lightly patted Zhao Hai’s cheek, “Tell me. Who told you to set me up?”
At these words, all four of them turned pale, their eyes darting.
Zhao Hai rolled his eyes and forced out, “Young Master, what do you mean? How could we possibly set you up?”
“Yes, yes!” The other three nodded frantically despite their pain, “Young Master, we are loyal to you. How could we harm you?”
“Not talking?”
Chu Feng stood up, the faint smile on his lips disappearing, “Then what use are you?”
“Leng Yue, kill them.”
“Yes.”
Leng Yue responded coldly. With a flick of her wrist, a chilling dagger appeared in her hand, and a cold killing intent instantly enveloped the four men.
The aura of death descended.
“No! Don’t!”
The four were terrified out of their wits, screaming in panic.
“Wait!”
At that moment, a soft and seductive voice rang out, accompanied by a wave of rich fragrance.
A plump, alluring woman with graceful charm approached, swaying her hips as she fanned herself with a peony-patterned fan. She smiled sweetly at Chu Feng, “Oh my, who has angered our Young Master Chu so much? Come, let me find you some new girls. I guarantee you’ll feel much better.”
“Get lost.”
Chu Feng didn’t even raise his eyes as he uttered a single word.
The woman’s smile froze.
She had managed this place for years. Never had she been humiliated like this in public.
Her expression turned cold, and the fan in her hand stopped moving, “Young Master Chu, it seems you’ve forgotten the rules of Snow Moon Tower.”
“Here, even the emperor himself cannot act recklessly.”
“Rules?”
Chu Feng finally looked at her, as if hearing the biggest joke in the world, “Do you think I’m someone who follows rules?”
He spoke again, his voice calm but commanding, “Kill.”
Whoosh!
Leng Yue did not hesitate. Her dagger turned into a streak of cold light, shooting straight toward Zhao Hai’s throat.
“Insolence!”
The woman shouted sharply. Two powerful auras erupted behind her.
Two burly men in tight clothing lunged forward like tigers, their palms striking toward Leng Yue with fierce force.
Both of them were 4th Grade Martial Artists!
However, facing their thunderous attack, Leng Yue remained expressionless. Her wrist flicked lightly.
The dagger traced a strange arc through the air.
Slash! Slash!
Two streams of blood shot out.
The two men froze mid-motion, their eyes wide as they clutched their throats. Blood gushed uncontrollably between their fingers, producing choking sounds.
Thud! Thud!
Their bodies collapsed stiffly to the ground, dead with eyes wide open.
Hiss!
The entire Snow Moon Tower fell into absolute silence, broken only by sharp gasps.
Everyone was stunned.
No fighting was allowed in Snow Moon Tower. This was an iron rule known throughout the capital.
In the past, nobles had caused trouble here, but without exception, they were all crippled and thrown out, and their families didn’t dare utter a word.
But today… Chu Feng not only broke the rule, he killed people on the spot!
“He’s gone mad! Chu Feng has truly gone mad!”
“As expected of the empire’s number one wastrel… he’s unbelievably arrogant!”
Whispers and exclamations spread through the crowd.
The alluring woman’s face had turned deathly pale as she pointed at Chu Feng, “You…”
“Say one more word, and I’ll kill you too.”
Chu Feng glanced at her coldly. His eyes held no emotion, as if looking at a corpse.
In that instant, a bone-chilling cold shot up her spine. The man before her no longer seemed like a wastrel heir, but a terrifying killing god who had walked out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
Was this really the same useless young master who only knew how to indulge himself?
At this moment, Zhao Hai and the others stared at the two corpses beside them, smelling the thick stench of blood. Their last mental defenses completely collapsed.
A foul liquid spread beneath them, soaking the ground.
“Spare us, Young Master! Spare us!”
“I’ll talk! I’ll tell everything!” Zhao Hai broke down first, crying miserably.
The other three also kowtowed frantically, tears streaming, “We’ll talk! Please spare us!”
Chu Feng looked down at them, “Now you’re willing to speak?”
“It was Young Master Luo!” Zhao Hai shouted desperately, spilling everything. “He ordered us to do it! It really has nothing to do with us!”
“Young Master Luo?”
Chu Feng frowned slightly as he searched his memory.
Luo Qing… the heir of the Tian Nan Marquis Manor, one of the eight marquis families of the Great Qian Empire. Another well-known noble young master in the capital.
“Young Master, we’ve told you everything. Please spare us!”
“Yes, we won’t dare again!”
The four begged desperately, their heads striking the ground repeatedly.
“Kill.”
Chu Feng uttered a single word without expression.
Cold light flashed in Leng Yue’s eyes as she raised her dagger again.
At that moment, a thunderous shout rang out from outside Snow Moon Tower.
“Stop!”
But it came a step too late.
Slash! Slash! Slash! Slash!
Four streams of blood sprayed into the air, followed by four terrified heads rolling across the ground.