Xiao Feng didn't dare let Lu Yao go out this time. He unbuckled his seatbelt, got out of the car, and sat on the hood with a look that said he was waiting for someone to start trouble.

In Xiao Feng's view, the people coming this time were likely from the camp of the person lying on the ground, probably from Longling Winery, if he remembered correctly.

However, when the group of people squeezed in, everyone was shocked!

After being silent for a while, Xiao Feng couldn't help but ask, "You're not here to scam a collision, are you?"

It wasn't unreasonable for Xiao Feng to ask that—the image of this group made it hard not to think in that direction.

Judging by their appearance, the average age of these people was at least sixty, and the person they were surrounding was leaning on a cane. Although their attire seemed appropriate and not suggestive of people lacking money, in this era, nothing is impossible.

Just when everyone was overwhelmed, Jin Baochun, who had stopped wailing, suddenly burst into tears, streaming down his face, "Dad, you've finally come!"

The old man with the cane ignored Jin Baochun's act of seeking sympathy and instead clasped his hands towards Xiao Feng, "I am Jin Baochun. You must be Mr. Xiao Feng. You young ones are truly incredible!"

Xiao Feng suddenly understood and impolitely said, "Mr. Jin's demeanor is really misleading. If you hadn't said anything, I would've thought you were his grandfather."

This statement made the onlookers dissatisfied. The elderly gentleman was speaking politely with you, but your straightforward sarcasm was out of line!

However, Xiao Feng thought differently; a child's inappropriate behavior reflects on the father. Given Jin Baochun's previous provocations, a little verbal sarcasm was already quite polite.

Jin Baochun showed no signs of anger and instead self-deprecatingly said, "To be honest, having a son in my old age is the great fortune of my life. May I ask if Mr. Xiao could be lenient with my son?"

Xiao Feng glanced at Jin Baochun, who looked like he was in a trance.

The truth was, once Jin Baochun realized he had provoked Xiao Feng, he immediately felt darkness encroach upon him, plunging into infinite fear.

And the reason for his fear was because he had been a part of that gambling event...

"Letting him off isn't impossible; anyway, I never intended to do anything to him," Xiao Feng said with a smile. "But I don't like dealing with things ambiguously; do you know how he ended up like this?"

Jin Baochun calmly replied, "Of course. My son first blocked the car, then spoke arrogantly and called his subordinates to provoke. I'll make sure Mr. Xiao is satisfied with the resolution."

"Alright, since Mr. Jin has spoken, I have to give face. You can take your people and leave." Xiao Feng said indifferently, internally agreeing with Lu Yao's previous assessment of Jin Baochun.

To stand firm in Jiangcheng for so many years, Jin Baochun indeed didn't rely on luck. His conduct was impeccable.

Of course, Xiao Feng understood this was selective courtesy; if today's scene involved someone other than him, or if the force were less than Golden Lion Group, the result would have been different.

Almost as soon as Jin Baochun left, another group arrived—the ones from Longling Winery. The crowd immediately lit up; this was one drama after another, all the better for some good entertainment.

However, the onlookers were destined to be disappointed. When the Longling Winery people arrived, their attitude towards Xiao Feng was exceedingly courteous—more deferential than Jin Baochun's, shocking everyone.

Like Jin Baochun, the people from Longling Winery said courteous words and promised a satisfactory resolution before hastily departing with their unconscious young master.

The crowd reluctantly dispersed, but everyone remembered Xiao Feng's name—a man who could make both the Golden Lion Group and Longling Winery bow!

Xiao Feng left the car at the scene, not worrying about the aftermath, considering both the Golden Lion Group and Longling Winery were reputable enterprises in Jiangcheng. They wouldn't dare flee.

"Brother Xiao Feng, where are we going now?" Mu Shihan asked with a smile, seemingly unaffected by the collision incident, even appearing happier.

"To the criminal police squad," Xiao Feng replied. He wanted to check the extent of the team's training.

Truthfully, with his current wealth, he'd long since ceased caring about the ten thousand yuan reward; it was primarily to fulfill his promise to Wang Lubo to help Miao Yueqian win.

Regarding Wang Lubo, Xiao Feng didn't have any aversion. Though Wang sometimes was a bit repugnant, it was clear Wang Lubo was different from the typical rich kids. His genuineness was, in some ways, quite touching.

…

Meanwhile, outside the hospital ward, Jin Baochun sighed after hearing Jin Baochun's confession and said, "In this matter, you were truly foolish beyond compare."

Jin Baochun lowered his head, "Yes, I shouldn't have provoked that Xiao Feng."

"That's not what I'm talking about," Jin Baochun shook his head. "No one has eyes in the back of their head. What truly disappointed me was your response; if Chang Xinyan could choose to align with Xiao Feng, can't you? Or is your pride worth more than Chang Xinyan's?"

Jin Baochun sternly continued, "Moreover, since you participated against Xiao Feng, did you not know what he looked like? Had you recognized him earlier, the outcome wouldn't be what it is now."

Jin Baochun had no response; Jin Baochun's words left him with no grounds to argue.

"Brother, the young master is still young. We should focus on how to deal with Xiao Feng," said an elderly man around sixty, along with several others nodding in agreement.

These were old friends who had been with Jin Baochun for decades, whom he kept close, valuing loyalty.

"Like the Chang Family, send the gamble winnings over, fix the car, and compensate him with a storefront," Jin Baochun massaged his temples, unable to help but worry about what would happen if he passed away—what would his son do?

At this moment, Jin Baochun, who'd been silent, weakly said, "Dad, my gamble was our family heirloom jade pendant."

Jin Baochun jumped up, then fell back into his seat. His brothers quickly supported him, "Brother, don't get angry; it's not worth harming your health!"

"You fool!" Jin Baochun furiously smashed the cane on the floor, "That jade pendant was passed down from our ancestors, and you dare gamble it?!"

"I remember you saying it was worth at most fifty million..." Jin Baochun muttered.

The elderly instantly changed their expressions; they wanted to intervene, but Jin Baochun was too quick with his words, leaving no room for interruption!

Sure enough, Jin Baochun's anger soared as he slapped Jin Baochun on the face, "Is this about money? This is inheritance—what amount of money can buy inheritance?"

Jin Baochun, equally incensed, glared at Jin Baochun. From childhood, he'd never been hit by his father; today was a precedent.

Jin Baochun gritted his teeth, "If you're so capable, why don't you go hit Xiao Feng? Hitting your own son—is that the extent of your ability? It's just a broken jade pendant, so what if I gambled it away?"

Three consecutive questions almost made Jin Baochun faint; trembling, he pointed at Jin Baochun, "You, you, you ungrateful brat..."

Jin Baochun was so furious he couldn't speak a complete sentence, yet Jin Baochun wouldn't relent, continuing to vent his fury, "Ungrateful brat? Do you know why I never let you attend my parent meetings? Because I was afraid classmates would mock me for having a dad who looked like a grandfather."

"Stop talking!" Someone urgently stopped Jin Baochun.

Jin Baochun, in turn, blacked out and became unconscious.

"Let him die of anger then. When Golden Lion Group is in my hands, it'll truly excel." Jin Baochun turned his head aside, still not appeased.

The elderly probed his acupuncture point and called for doctors, taking Jin Baochun out. The butler remained, calmly saying, "Do you really think we treated you cordially because of your money?"

Suppressing his fury, the butler said, "We couldn't bear to watch brother's painstakingly established enterprise ultimately destroyed by you. Now, it seems you're a hopeless mess not worth our protection of this legacy—do as you wish."

Jin Baochun scoffed, "You overestimate yourselves. In today's age, your methods can't progress; using old ideas on a new era, like I'd care about you."

Yet despite this bravado, as Jin Baochun watched the butler leave, he experienced a sense of indescribable panic.

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