The Unknown God of War

Heather’s gaze was filled with the admiration and respect of a schoolgirl. This was the intimidating Ashura she knew, the savior
who’d rescued her. Meanwhile, Chu Feng copied the information and pictures on Heather’s laptop onto his own phone, then
said, “Anyway, this wasn’t all for naught. Even if the chances of finding this legendary monk is slim, at least I have something to
work on instead of stumbling around like a headless chicken. Thank you, Heather.”
Chu Feng was never the type to lament his misfortunes. After joining the army at the tender age of 15, he’d had countless near-
death experiences by now. What was a measly Mandraka Poison to him? In Qin Shihuang’s words, he was so resilient that even
the actual Lord of Hell himself wouldn’t dare collect his soul.
“Don’t thank me, my Lord. It is my duty. My men will continue to search for leads, and see if there are alternative antidotes to this
poison.” Heather breathed a sigh of relief, smiled sweetly, then started chatting with Chu Feng. After years apart, the two of them
had much to catch up on and before long, it was sunset when Chu Feng glanced at his wristwatch. “It’s almost five. I need to pick
Duo Duo up from school.”
“Alright, then. I’ll send you off.” Heather was reluctant, but she said goodbye anyway. She was a little envious of Yun Muqing for
being able to make Chu Feng, a godlike man, settle down as a husband and a father for a peaceful life where all he had to do
was to look after them. For countless rich girls in the West, this achievement was unattainable to them.
However, just as Heather signalled for the bill, Xu Hai took the opportunity to emerge from the corner he’d stayed in. “How can a
seven-foot tall man like you let the girl settle the bill? Have you no shame? No generosity?” He shamelessly started to lecture
Chu Feng. After being ignored by him, Xu Hai was already itching for a chance to mock Chu Feng. Now that he had his chance
to both mock Chu Feng and impress Heather, there was no way he’d pass it up.
“Forgive my bluntness, milady, but this weak excuse of a man cannot measure up to you at all if he won’t even pay for his own
coffee. What can you even expect of him?” Xu Hai cast a dismissive look at Chu Feng, wishing he could stamp the man into the
ground.
“Talk like a loose cannon one more time and you’ll suffer the consequences.” Heather’s expression instantly turned frigid, the
coldness apparent even in her gaze. In the West, anyone who dared to insult Chu Feng like Xu Hai did would already be a dead
man.

Xu Hai felt an inexplicable shudder. He was a little surprised that this Western lady had such an intimidating persona, but that
only added fuel to the fire of his greed and desire; he liked the sense of achievement that came from conquering a difficult lady.
At that moment, Chu Feng glanced at Xu Hai dismissively and said, “From what I can tell, you seem to be really confident in
yourself? You think you’re better than me? More suited to her than I am?”
Xu Hai scoffed with arrogance, “Of course! I’m the son of the Agricultural Bank of China’s local branch manager! I’ve got both the
looks and the talent, so what makes you think you can compete? Once she becomes my girl, I wouldn’t just be able to buy her
coffee. I can buy her this entire cafe, and afford to let her shower in the stuff every day too!” Xu Hai waved his hand in a grand
gesture that made countless girls in the cafe swoon, wishing they could leap into his arms right then and there.
“Alright, you said it yourself.” Chu Feng nodded, then called for the manager, saying, “This young man wants to buy your cafe.
Can you calculate how much he’d need to do that?”
The manager froze, but didn’t dare offend Xu Hai when she noticed he was dressed like a wealthy and powerful person. So, she
smiled and nodded before she began calculating. Five minutes later, she smiled and nodded again. “Sir, if you include the cost of
rental, overhead and equipment and the patent on our techniques, the total would be twenty million.”
Chu Feng lifted his cup of coffee and glanced at Xu Hai. “Twenty million, hmm? Cash, or credit card?”
Xu Hai stiffened immediately and started stuttering as beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. His father may be the manager
of a bank, but that didn’t mean he actually owned it! Even a spendthrift like him only had an annual allowance of four or five
million, and that was only enough to get a sports car when he wanted to show off in front of girls. How the heck was he going to
raise twenty million?!
“What, you can’t afford it? There’s no shame in admitting that, you know,” Chu Feng said calmly with a pointed look in his eyes.
Heather, meanwhile, lifted a hand to conceal her amused smile; it was showtime.