Warlord: Starting with Subduing Little A Qiao

Otherwise, it might affect one's lifespan...

Upon hearing the second half of the sentence, Feng Jingyao was immediately terrified and broke out in a cold sweat.

After all, no matter how important something is, nothing is more important than one's life!

However, as a business tycoon, he was already very busy with his own business.

In this way, he handed over part of the business to Ding Li and part to his housekeeper, Uncle Xiang.

The remaining official duties that he had to do himself were moved directly to his bedroom, and he began to work from bed.

At this moment, seeing the butler Uncle Xiang rushing over in a hurry, with beads of sweat on his forehead, Feng Jingyao looked up and smiled.

"What's wrong? What serious incident happened?"

He had already mentally prepared himself.

After all, he is still recovering from his illness, and nothing is worth getting angry about.

The smile on Feng Jingyao's lips caught the eye of the butler, Uncle Xiang, who now looked worried, fearing that it might worsen Feng Jingyao's condition.

But considering that they were surrounded by hundreds of people, the butler hesitated for a long time before finally speaking.

"Master, something terrible has happened! The Feng mansion has been surrounded by those protesting workers, who are demanding an explanation from us!"

"what?!"

Ding Li, who had been sitting next to Feng Jingyao reporting on his work, suddenly sat up straight.

At this moment, the smile on Feng Jingyao's lips on the bed also froze.

"How dare these people cause trouble at our Feng Mansion?!"

Do you think he's easy to bully just because he's been recuperating and keeping a low profile lately?!

Anger quickly gathered in his eyes, and the next moment Feng Jingyao picked up the gentleman's cane beside him and immediately spoke to the butler and Ding Li.

"Let's go, let's get out!"

Soon, after Feng Jingyao, despite his illness, changed into a dignified long robe, the three of them went out.

At this time, the number of people demonstrating, marching, and striking at the entrance had increased significantly, and several hundred people had already gathered.

The crowd was bustling with noise.

"Feng Jingyao, you fucking get out here!"

"Hey, you surnamed Feng, it's all your fault I lost my job! You'd better give me a job!"

"Feng Jingyao, you bastard! You'll be punished by heaven! You're worse than a pig or a dog!"

The leading men, dressed in coarse black shirts, raised their iron bars and began shouting.

Down with Feng Jingyao!

"Compensate!"

At this moment, as the leading men shouted loudly, the workers behind them became even more excited.

"Compensate!"

"Knock it down!"

Suddenly, the leader of the men in black noticed that the door to the Feng mansion had opened and immediately led his men to rush in.

"Look! Someone's coming out!"

As soon as the voice was heard, led by the leader, all the demonstrating workers rushed forward and immediately surrounded the gate.

When it came into Feng Jingyao's view, this was the scene he witnessed.

Several hundred men dressed in coarse cloth shirts, each carrying an iron bar or wooden stick, surrounded the Feng Mansion in layers, their faces filled with indignation, dissatisfaction, and anger.

Feng Jingyao narrowed his eyes slightly.

These protesting workers are probably at the peak of their emotions right now.

He waved his hand behind him, and a row of bodyguards in black rushed out from behind him, instantly separating the crowd outside.

"Gentlemen, I am Feng Jingyao!"

Upon hearing this, many people in the crowd shouted even louder.

"Feng Jingyao, you've ruined my job! My wife has been complaining about me lately, and my son thinks I'm a disgrace. It's all your fault!"

Upon hearing this, several workers nearby immediately stood up and angrily retorted.

"It's all your fault, Feng Jingyao! I was doing just fine, earning twenty silver dollars a month, but now I'm starving. Who else is to blame but you?!"

........ ....... ...

“I used to be the best printing worker in the printing factory, but now all the printing factories have filled their positions and don’t want me anymore. Feng Jingyao, you have to take full responsibility!”

……

After listening to all that, Feng Jingyao's brows furrowed even more deeply.

With a wave of his hand, the bodyguard next to him immediately cleared a small corner in front of the demonstrators.

Then, a deep, hoarse voice suddenly rang out.

"Gentlemen, please listen to what I, Feng Jingyao, have to say."

"Was it me, Feng Jingyao, who made everyone resign?"

"Did I, Feng Jingyao, instigate the strike?"

Instead of causing trouble at my Feng Mansion, you should all go find jobs!

The simple words, carrying an extremely strong momentum, instantly spread throughout the entire crowd.

Some people immediately lowered their heads.

They all knew in their hearts that they were just greedy for higher wages.

However, that's human nature; nobody wants to admit they're the one who made the mistake, so there has to be a culprit.

However, another group of people clearly disagreed with Feng Jingyao's statement at this time.

"You're making excuses, you're talking nonsense!"

"Who else is to blame but you?!"

"You evil capitalist, how much money have you made?! You haven't told us a single penny!"

Several leading men started shouting again.

But the next instant, a loud bang suddenly rang out!

The man who was shouting the loudest at the front of the group collapsed to the ground.

Amidst gasps of alarm, a blossom of blood erupted from his chest! (Door.)

Chapter 115 A Crisis at the Feng Mansion: Feng Chengcheng Returns Home!

At that moment, a row of people in police uniforms came from behind the crowd.

The leading police officer was even more outspoken.

"Someone called the police, and the police came to handle the situation."

He was dressed in a black outfit, and the gun in his hand was still smoking.

It's obvious that he fired that shot.

At this moment, many people in the demonstration realized what was happening and immediately rushed to the pool of blood.

"Qiangzi, are you alright?"

"Qiangzi, how are you?"

A cacophony of voices surged toward the leader who had just fallen to the ground.

Upon closer inspection, the bullet from that gunshot clearly struck the worker named Qiangzi in the chest!

Large amounts of blood were flowing continuously from his chest, slowly spreading to his entire clothes.

At this moment, Qiangzi, who was surrounded in the center, covered his chest with one hand, and his voice became increasingly trembling.

"Avenge me! I hate..."

Before he could finish speaking, Qiangzi squinted and suddenly dropped the hand he had been covering his chest.

He clearly died with his eyes wide open in disbelief!

The bloody scene before them further horrified the entire group participating in the march!

A hoarse, furious shout rang out, and at this moment, the crowd's anger seemed almost tangible!

"This must have been done by Feng Jingyao!"

"Feng Jingyao, you actually dare to go to the police station? Do you really think we wouldn't dare to fight you?!"

"Brothers, charge! Feng Jingyao has made us jobless, and he even killed Qiangzi! From now on, we will fight Feng Jingyao to the death!"

"Feng Jingyao must pay for his crimes in blood!"