Chapter 152 Family

Although the boy knew some martial arts, he only knew the basics. With his abilities, it was impossible to tell that Jun Heng had some martial arts skills.

In addition, Jun Heng's appearance was too deceptive, and the boy really thought that Jun Heng was just a weak businessman.

Jun Heng had some valuable things on him, and it seemed that he had no servants to help him.

The young man took a quick last look at Jun Heng, and after making sure that Jun Heng was indeed not a threat, he moved towards Jun Heng smugly.

At this time, the two men from the bun shop standing not far from Jun Heng finally saw the young man.

"This kid is playing tricks on us! He just ran away from this side and now he shows up over there!" The man on the left was furious.

The man on the right looked at Jun Heng and said, "Where is this person from? A stranger, maybe from another place? He must have taken the wrong road and came here. It's so unlucky that he met this brat right away.

"Tsk tsk, this man doesn't look like he knows kung fu, it looks like he's bound to be robbed. Should we go and help him?"

The man on the left nodded sympathetically. "Then let's go over there now. We're all victims, so we should help if we can. It's just that we're a bit far away, and that guy is so agile, I don't know if we can catch up with him."

After the two men in the bun shop finished speaking, they looked in Jun Heng's direction, shook their heads slightly, and then quickly ran towards Jun Heng.

The two men in the bun shop were observing the boy, and the boy was also observing the two men.

In order to prevent the three people from having the opportunity to join forces against him, the boy decided to end the battle quickly.

While the two men were talking, the young man had already attacked Jun Heng.

"Where are you from, businessman?" The smile in the boy's eyes was very arrogant.

Jun Heng looked at the boy coldly, "No matter where I come from, you can't afford to offend me."

The slums have not been managed by the government for many years, and the young man has long been arrogant and doesn't care what Jun Heng says.

He quickly showed a disdainful expression, "Hey, who are you trying to scare? I don't care where you come from. If you come to my territory, you have to leave something for me."

The two men in the bun shop looked at the scene not far away and sighed, "Oh, this guy is going to be miserable."

The boy was arrogant, but when he got close to Jun Heng, his arrogance turned into surprise.

Because Jun Heng's aura has changed.

Just as the young man stretched out his hand and reached for the jade pendant on Jun Heng's waist, Jun Heng's moderate aura was restrained, and replaced by a fierce aura ready to go.

The young man was stunned, "You... you know martial arts?"

He hesitated and wanted to withdraw his hand, but it was too late.

Jun Heng seemed motionless, but in fact he was responding to changes with the same attitude. He still maintained his defensive posture, but grabbed the young man's hand at lightning speed.

Jun Heng also studied with famous teachers in his early years. He was hardworking enough, so even though he was busy with official duties and neglected exercise over the years, his foundation was still solid.

The boy wanted to run away, but it was too late.

Jun Heng was very strong. The moment he grabbed the boy, his hands were like iron clamps, holding him tightly.

The young man panicked.

Before attacking Jun Heng, he had rehearsed many possible outcomes in his mind: Jun Heng might stand there at a loss, or he might panic and dodge awkwardly. But he had never expected that Jun Heng would fight back, and that he had martial arts skills.

"Who are you?" In order to break free from Jun Heng's hand, beads of sweat appeared on the boy's forehead.

Jun Heng did not answer his question, but asked: "I also want to ask you, who are you? How dare you rob others' property in broad daylight?"

The boy had a stubborn temper and kept silent. Jun Heng increased the strength in his hands. The boy grimaced in pain and finally spoke.

“It hurts, it hurts, be gentle.” The young man took a few breaths and said, “I’ll tell you, I’ll tell you, I’m from the Zhang family.”

Jun Heng's grip did not loosen, and the boy continued to defend himself, "I didn't get anything from you anyway, so let me go."

When the young man mentioned "Zhang family", Jun Heng felt that it sounded familiar. At this moment, the two men from the bun shop also arrived.

Jun Heng loosened his grip.

"Are you from the Zhang family?" The man from the bun shop took the opportunity to grab the boy's sleeve and said, "Don't talk nonsense. What kind of family is the Zhang family? Can someone like you just get close to them?"

The man said, and nodded to Jun Heng again, "Thank you, brother. If it weren't for you, we really wouldn't have caught him. If you have nothing to do later, I'll buy you a drink."

Jun Heng shook his head. "No need to drink. I'm just passing by and I have to go on my way soon. But what is the origin of the Zhang family you just mentioned?"

When the man from the bun shop heard Jun Heng asking about the Zhang family, he instantly perked up his chest and looked very confident.

"Do you know the young lady in the general's mansion in the capital?" asked the man in the bun shop.

The first person Jun Heng thought of was Ji Chenxing, but because Ji Chenxing had passed away, he thought for a moment and asked tentatively: "Ji Xueyao?"

"Oh, what a joke." The man waved his hands, a little disgusted, "The lady in the general's mansion I'm talking about is Ji Chenxing. You don't know Ji Chenxing, the legitimate daughter of the general's mansion, right?"

Although it was expected, Jun Heng was still a little surprised, "Does she have any relationship with the Zhang family?"

"Yes, of course." The man's eyes were full of pride when he talked about Ji Chenxing.

"You may not have heard that this place used to be a real slum. We were really poor back then. Many people were homeless. In order to survive, they had to steal food from others. In the winter, the number of people who starved to death or froze to death was so high that you couldn't even count them on your hands..."

Jun Heng was the emperor, so of course he knew about the situation the man described. He had also ordered assistance and rectification here, but with little effect.

"What happened next?" Jun Heng asked.

Rather than the actual situation here, he was more curious about what the relationship between Ji Chenxing and this place was.

"Later, Miss Ji passed by us one day and gave those guys who stole our food a lesson. She also brought us books and found someone to teach us some skills.

"Women learned needlework, men did manual labor, teenagers and children learned to read and learn medical skills. It was at that time that Zhang Fei, the head of the Zhang family, began to learn martial arts from Miss Ji."

Jun Heng understood, "So later on, this Zhang Fei took her place to maintain your law and order?"

"That's right." The man pointed at the young man and said, "Let's hand this man over to the Zhang family for processing. We always hand over people like this to the Zhang family for processing."

Jun Heng frowned, "He said he is from the Zhang family. If you hand him over to the Zhang family, wouldn't that be like letting a tiger go back to the mountain? I'd better take him to the government to deal with him."

As soon as Jun Heng finished speaking, he felt the young man struggling violently again.

Unable to break free, the boy made a mouth shape, and then, with a "hush" sound, a whistle went straight into the sky.