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

Fu Shen had not lied; the Fu Family’s old Western-style houses consisted of four interconnected buildings, sharing a sprawling courtyard, even complete with a man-made hill and pavilion.

Perhaps Fu Zuoming had taken into consideration his foster sons’ circumstances, which was why, three years ago, he transferred the ownership of one of these old houses to his second son, Fu Shen.

Fu Wenhua could hardly contain his anger, gritting his teeth as he said, "It’s truly the world’s biggest joke. Who in Jiangdu doesn’t know that this complex of old Western-style houses belongs to our Fu Family?"

"When Uncle transferred this building to you, I suspected there was something fishy about it. Now Uncle is dead, the dead can’t testify, and of course, you can talk nonsense!"

At this moment, Fu Zi spoke up, "Although we were adopted, our foster father has been kind to us. We are, after all, partly Fu Family disciples. Tomorrow is the martial arts competition and exchange among the three families. Is there any point in arguing and creating internal strife here instead of thinking about how to deal with what’s to come?"

Fu Qing snorted, "Pretty words, who can’t say them? Do you really think we’re like you, only knowing how to stay at home and indulge? Didn’t we go out in the rain today precisely to settle the matters concerning tomorrow’s competition?"

Since childhood, Fu Zi and Fu Qing had never gotten along. Fu Zi was exceptionally beautiful, a true beauty, while Fu Qing had a more ordinary appearance, which led to Fu Qing, the eldest daughter of the Fu Family, being jealous of Fu Zi from a young age.

Fu Zi asked, "Then may I ask if you’ve found a solution?"

"Of course we have!" Fu Qing scoffed with a cold huff and plopped herself down.

Fu Zuoxing then said, "We’ve come to inform you that today we met with Young Master Jiang of the Jiang Family and received two pieces of good news."

"First, Lei Zaiyan, who was originally set to fight in tomorrow’s competition, suddenly had his arms and legs broken by someone. Although it’s unknown who was so bold and reckless to attack a member of the Lei Family in Jiangdu, it has, in any case, unwittingly aided our Fu Family."

Fu Shen asked, "Does that mean I won’t have to face that old geezer, Lei Zaiyan, in tomorrow’s competition?" n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

"Correct, but Young Master Jiang has already given orders that no matter who the Lei Family sends tomorrow, our Fu Family must admit defeat. So listen well, Fu Shen, I want you to throw a few symbolic punches tomorrow and then deliberately lose to the opponent."

"What did you say? You want me to intentionally what to the opponent?"

Fu Shen was furious, "What a joke! How is that a piece of good news? You’re asking me to intentionally lose; I am not that spineless!"

"Spineless?"

Fu Zuoxing scoffed coldly, "Let me tell you, if Lei Zaiyan hadn’t unexpectedly broken his arm, with his Iron Sand Palm, do you think you could have beaten him? You’d probably end up half-dead before you could even think about surrendering!"

"Furthermore, regardless of how we struggle, the outcome is already sealed. Why not surrender gracefully and possibly gain the other party’s forgiveness? That way, we might be able to preserve our last bit of assets."

Fu Shen angrily retorted, "I can’t do that, willingly losing. I’d rather be beaten half to death by that old fart, Lei Zaiyan, than surrender. If that’s the case, I simply can’t take part tomorrow. Let Fu Wenhua do it, since admitting defeat is so easy, anyone can do it!"

Fu Wenhua furiously replied, "Bullshit! In the future, I’m to be the heir of the Fu Family. How could I possibly enter the ring lightly, and even less likely, admit defeat and leave a stain on my record? Otherwise, how will I command respect when I take over the Fu Family?"

What a scene, his father was still here, and yet he was already thinking about taking over the Fu Family!

Ye Feng suddenly felt a sense of pity and lamentation, now finally understanding why the Fu Family had declined so rapidly in two generations.

Unfortunately, at this moment, Fu Wenhua suddenly turned his head toward Ye Feng and spoke, "I think, let’s just have Ye Feng go, after all, he is the second uncle’s foster son, and he can also represent our Fu Family in the competition. Besides, he’s already a cripple with a broken leg, so losing the match would be nothing out of the ordinary."

"Shut your fucking mouth!"

Fu Shen was furious and, gritting his teeth, said, "His legs are broken and you still want him to compete; do you even have a conscience?"

Fu Qing huffed, "What do you mean I don’t have a conscience? Our second uncle raised you all to adulthood. Could it be that he raised a bunch of ungrateful wolves and dogs? Now that you’re needed to repay your debt of gratitude, you’re making every excuse not to."

Fu Zi was just about to stand up and shout in anger when Ye Feng gestured for her to be quiet with a wave of his hand.

Ye Feng slowly raised his head and swept a glance at Fu Zuoxing and the others, then said calmly, "Tomorrow, I will enter the competition."

"Third brother..."

"Third brother..."

Fu Shen and Fu Zi both started to speak, but Ye Feng waved his hand and smiled, saying, "These guys, although they’re all spineless weaklings, are right about one thing, we were adopted by the foster father, and now that the Fu Family needs us, it’s only natural that we should step forward."

"Rest assured, tomorrow I will represent the Fu Family in the competition!"

"Then it’s settled!" Fu Zuoxing seemed to make the final decision with that statement.

In his view, a cripple with broken legs competing was of no consequence, whether he lost the match deliberately or not. After all, how could a cripple who couldn’t even walk defeat a master of External Strength?

Fu Zuoxing turned to look at Fu Zi and added, "The third piece of good news is related to Fu Zi."

Fu Zi asked, "Related to me?"

"Correct!" Fu Zuoxing appeared to be very pleased and said, "Just now, after meeting with Young Master Jiang, he expressed an interest in you and hopes to get to know you better to foster a deeper relationship between the two of you."

"Impossible!" Fu Zi rebutted immediately, "What kind of person is Jiang Tianlong? Nothing but a hedonist concerned only with indulgence, and his interest in me is nothing but lust, seeing me as nothing more than an object for play. To think I would foster any feelings with him is a fool’s dream!"

Fu Zuoxing’s wife snorted, "You say what is Young Master Jiang worth, but have you ever taken a look at your own background? An unwanted wild child, if Zuo Ming hadn’t adopted you back then, you would have probably starved to death next to a garbage can!"

"Furthermore," she continued, "Jiang Tianlong is the esteemed Young Master of the Jiang Family in the Provincial City. His interest in you is the good fortune of eight lifetimes’ worth of karma. If you behave well going forward and serve Young Master Jiang well, although you may not marry into the Jiang Family’s wealth and power, our Fu Family’s situation will improve a great deal."

Fu Zuoxing spoke gravely, "Young Master Jiang has declared, if you, Fu Zi, continue to defy his wishes and refuse to submit to him, then our Fu Family will suffer the consequences. But if you do submit, our Fu Family would indirectly gain the support of the colossal Jiang Family, and our family’s crisis will be easily resolved."

"You all keep talking about repaying kindness. Listen well, Fu Zi: to submit to Young Master Jiang is the best repayment you can offer us. I have already agreed to Young Master Jiang’s terms, and there is no room for discussion!"

"Tonight, Young Master Jiang will host a banquet at Jiangdu Mingzhu Grand Hotel. Fu Zi, you must attend no matter what. If you don’t go, the Fu Family is finished, and your foster father will be turning in his grave."

Fu Zi was about to argue when Ye Feng suddenly gestured with his hand to interrupt, "Zi, agree to it. Tonight, I’ll accompany you. I’m quite curious to see if this so-called Young Master Jiang really has three heads and six arms."