It was already dusk, and the banquet in Qingfeng Village had not yet ended. Everyone was changing glasses, chatting and laughing, and it was very lively.
On the martial arts training ground, lanterns were lit everywhere, illuminating the square as bright as day. Everyone looked a little drunk, and some were so drunk that they had already fallen on the table.
Han Qiancheng was also a little overwhelmed. Today was his big day. Many people came to toast, and he drank a little too much.
In my daze, I suddenly heard a bang and someone broke the wine bowl.
Then He Feng shouted: "Brothers, copy the guy."
Immediately, those people lying on the table jumped up, pulled out their swords from under the table, and slashed at the people beside them.
Anyone who was drunk or not saw this and yelled: "The second boss is rebelling."
When Chen Zhendong heard the noise, he took a stimulating drink and woke up halfway. He looked at the chaotic martial arts training ground and then at the sober He Feng, and then he understood everything.
He was shocked and shouted: "He Feng, what are you doing?"
He Feng kicked the person in front of him away and said in a cold voice with a trace of murderous intent in his eyes: "What are you doing? Brother, can't you see?"
As he spoke, the sword in his hand fell on Han Qiancheng's neck, and he said angrily: "Since this man came to Qingfeng Village, have you ever looked at us?
If your daughter can't get married, you will accept him as your adopted son. Why does your elder brother like your old master's son so much?"
Chen Zhendong's expression changed: "So, today is what you have been waiting for?"
He Feng said: "Yes, today is what I have been waiting for. I know that you look down on my city, brother, but leaving Qingfeng Stronghold in the hands of Han Qiancheng is suicidal.
Everything he did was not for Qingfeng Village, but for his own selfishness. If you hand over Qingfeng Village to him, you will destroy Qingfeng Village."
As he spoke, he shouted at the people below: "You see clearly, is it worth losing your life for this kind of person? Those who know how to deal with it should stop struggling. We are all brothers, and I don't want to kill them all."
Those who originally supported Han Qiancheng were a little shaken after hearing these words.
And Han Qiancheng is now under He Feng's control. He Feng was clearly prepared today, fearing that Han Qiancheng would be doomed.
Some people took the lead and laid down their weapons, and others followed suit.
He Cheng walked out of the crowd, with a smile on his face and said to He Feng: "Dad, let me take it upon myself to send Han Qiancheng off."
He Feng knew that his son hated Han Qiancheng very much, and today's great situation also required him to establish his authority, so he nodded and said: "Okay, let you do it."
He Cheng held the sword in his hand, looked at Han Qiancheng who had no ability to resist, gritted his teeth and said, "Mr. Han, go on your way."
As he said that, he raised the sword in his hand and was about to stab him, when he heard a whoosh, and an arrow flew through the air and passed through He Cheng's back.
With a bang, He Cheng's raised sword fell to the ground. He looked down at the half arrow that penetrated his chest, his eyes full of disbelief.
He slowly raised his head and looked at Han Qiancheng in front of him. The drunkenness in his eyes dissipated, and a sinister smile appeared on his face.
He Cheng suddenly realized it and said in a stammering voice: "You...you're not drunk?"
Han Qiancheng straightened up, curled his thin lips, and the expression on his face was full of disdain: "How can you watch a good show when you are drunk?"
As he spoke, he raised his hand and made a gesture.
Only random arrows were heard, and screams were scattered in the night sky along with blood.
However, it was Han Qiancheng's archers who had already prepared and killed He Feng's men in one fell swoop.
He Cheng knew that they had lost and the situation was over. He had lost miserably and ended up with an arrow piercing his heart.