Siheyuan: A Fierce Tiger Enters the Home, and Qin Huairu's Legs Go Weak

Standing 1.9 meters tall, he can uproot a willow tree with one hand! Chen Feng fights his way back to the capital from the remote mountains. From the start, he’s carrying the pelt of a tiger he just hunted, and one shoulder charge sends “War God” Silly Zhu crashing into paralysis on one side of his body!

There’s nothing a single punch can’t solve. If there is, then two punches will do it!

In this era of scarcity, while others scheme over half a jin of cornmeal, Chen Feng casually tosses out wild boar legs and dried venison, leaving the neighbors drooling with envy.

Xu Damao: “I only made one sarcastic remark, and he crushed a brick into powder right in front of me. I nearly died on the spot!”

Yi Zhonghai: “Never provoke Chen Feng. He’s a living demon who’s killed and seen blood!”

Looking at the beasts across the courtyard kneeling and begging for mercy, Chen Feng sneers and unfastens his sheepskin coat. “Want to talk about rules? My fists are the rules!”