Brother Zhuang wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and roared, giving the order. Over a dozen lackeys rushed forward again.
One of the lackeys charged ahead, gripping a steel rod he had prepared, aiming it straight at Xu Fei’s arm. He looked ruthless and vicious!
*Clang!*
However, to everyone’s astonishment, when the steel rod struck Xu Fei’s arm, it produced a clear, ringing sound. Xu Fei’s arm was completely unharmed.
“What the hell! Is this guy even human? How is his arm harder than my steel pipe?”
The lackey couldn’t help but exclaim in shock. Xu Fei, meanwhile, smirked and moved like lightning.
“Mountain-Splitting Finger!”
Another shocking event unfolded. In front of everyone, Xu Fei effortlessly severed the steel pipe with his bare fingers.
Seizing the moment, he quickly and easily knocked down the dozen or so lackeys.
“Got any other tricks, Brother Zhuang?”
The way Xu Fei said “Brother Zhuang” sounded respectful on the surface, but it was dripping with mockery and disdain. However, Brother Zhuang didn’t dare to say anything more.
“Nephew-in-law, what do you mean by this? So what if you broke Brother Zhuang’s jade bracelets? If we talk it out properly, maybe Brother Zhuang, being the bigger person, won’t make you pay!”
“But now you’re resorting to violence! What’s going on here? Sis! How did our Zhixian end up with such a thug!”
Seeing that the situation was turning against him, Su Gangcheng, still lying on the ground, tried to shift the blame onto Xu Fei, hoping to use Su Baihe to get out of this mess.
“Even now, you’re still trying to smear me? Fine, I’ll make sure you understand just how wrong you are!”
Xu Fei smiled faintly, then casually picked up a ceramic spoon from the table and held it in his hand.
“You two kept insisting that those were Han white jade bracelets worth 800,000 yuan, right?”
Hearing this, Brother Zhuang and Su Gangcheng exchanged a glance.
“Of course! These are genuine Han white jade bracelets. If you don’t believe me, I can call an expert over to appraise them on the spot!”
Brother Zhuang pretended to make a call, but in reality, he was summoning a pre-arranged appraiser.
“Old Master Zhou, come quickly and help us verify if these are Han white jade bracelets!”
Brother Zhuang, still lying on the ground, pointed at the shattered remains on the floor, his appearance quite ridiculous.
The so-called Old Master Zhou was a man in his fifties, dressed in an old-fashioned Zhongshan suit and wearing glasses. He looked the part of a seasoned appraiser.
When Old Master Zhou entered and saw Brother Zhuang and the others lying on the ground, he immediately understood what had happened.
During the earlier discussions between Brother Zhuang and Su Gangcheng, it had been decided that Old Master Zhou would be their final safeguard.
Now that things had escalated to this point, Old Master Zhou’s role was to firmly assert the authenticity of the Han white jade bracelets and help Brother Zhuang and the others clear their names—just as they had planned.
After mentally preparing himself, Old Master Zhou slowly crouched down, picked up a piece of the shattered bracelet, and began to examine it carefully. He ran his fingers over it, then took out a magnifying glass and held it up to the light, inspecting it with great attention to detail. He looked every bit the professional.
At the very least, Su Baihe, watching from the side, was thoroughly convinced.
“Hmm… Based on what I can see, although the bracelets are completely shattered, the remaining fragments clearly indicate that this is indeed Han white jade!”
