"You, you, you..." Feng Qizheng's tiger eyes went wide. Stunned beyond words, he stared at Ning Chen.

Seeing him gawk like a total dope, Ning Chen couldn't help laughing. "That's right, I'm..."

Before he could finish, Feng Qizheng said, "You, you son of a bitch, you dare pretend to be my brother? You think you get to call me Old Feng?"

As he spoke, he threw a punch at Ning Chen's head.

The corner of Ning Chen's mouth twitched. He slipped the punch and appeared behind Feng Qizheng like a ghost.

Speed was Feng Qizheng's weak spot.

Before he could turn around, Ning Chen kicked him in the backside, fast as lightning.

Bang!!!

The kick slammed Feng Qizheng flat against the wall.

But the man could take a pounding. A knock like that was no big deal to him.

He whirled around, and a fist the size of a clay pot came swinging for Ning Chen's head.

Dodging, Ning Chen said, "Old Feng, did your butt sit on your eyes? Open them wide and take a good look at who I am."

Feng Qizheng roared, "Who the hell cares who you are?"

Ning Chen dodged another punch. "You simpleton... You had your hands all over Kang Baobao's body."

Feng Qizheng's fist stopped dead. He stared at Ning Chen in shock.

He really had had his hands all over Kang Baobao's body, and only he and Ning Chen knew about it. Ning Chen had sent everyone else out of the courtyard at the time.

"You, you, you..."

Ning Chen said irritably, "'You' my ass, damn it... I'm in disguise, sure, but you can't even recognize my voice?"

Feng Qizheng's eyes were bulging, but he still looked a little doubtful.

Ning Chen turned to Heye. "Get me a basin of water."

He'd decided to show his real face. Feng Qizheng was a man who had one thought at a time. Until he saw Ning Chen's face, he would never believe Ning Chen was alive... Not even the An Emperor and Nie Liang vouching for him would help.

Heye brought a basin of…