Was Chen Fei a good person? He never considered himself a good person. On the contrary, he thought of himself as a proper ticking bomb, the kind that explodes on contact, as stubborn as a mule. So if you went along with what he wanted, he might still smile and laugh with you, but if you insisted on playing tough… well, sorry, but you would have to bear the consequences.
"Don't you think your hands are a bit dirty?" Chen Fei glanced coldly at the man with the center-parted brown hair and said indifferently.
"Hmm?"
The man with the brown hair was startled. A trace of coldness fleeted across the corner of his eye before disappearing rapidly. His lips curled back into that chilling smile as he spoke softly, "Oh, is that so? My apologies." Though he let go, he imdiately took a step forward to block Chen Fei, a dangerous half-smile on his face.
"Chen… Mr. Chen, I, Xiao Qianrang, have lost enough face today. I advise you not to provoke any further. Na your price. As long as it's not too exaggerated, I'll agree, just as long as you can cure my son's strange illness!" Xiao Qianrang had caught up, swallowing the curses he wanted to scream. He took a deep breath and said coldly.
Na your price! he thought. I've already shown so much sincerity and given him so much face. Surely, he'll let bygones be bygones now, right? After all, I am Xiao Qianrang, and I ca in person today!
However, Chen Fei rely t his words with a faint, mocking smile. He looked at the man and said softly, "Alright, you want to na a price? Then ten billion it is. If you, President Xiao, can co up with ten billion, I might consider treating your son."
"Are you fucking crazy? Ten billion? Why don't you go rob a bank?" Xiao Qianrang finally exploded, his face twisting with rage. Ten billion? Why the hell doesn't he go daydream instead?
"What, can't co up with it? Weren't you the richest man in Jiangnan Province? If you can't even shell out that much, then what's the point of talking?!" Chen Fei scoffed with disdain.
Clearly, he had no intention of reconciling from the very beginning.
If you're so rich, then cough up ten billion right now! If you can't, then why are you even posturing?!
"Chen! I'm warning you one last ti. Don't refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit!" Xiao Qianrang fud. He angrily pulled out a check, thrusting it at Chen Fei as he snarled, "One hundred million. That's my final offer!"
In his view, a consultation fee of one hundred million was an astronomical sum anywhere in the world. Even if the man's appetite was as vast as the heavens, he couldn't possibly remain unsatisfied.
It was a busy ti at the airport, and Xiao Qianrang's large entourage of more than a dozen bodyguards was making a scene. His loud shouting finally drew the attention of passersby, who stopped at a distance with strange looks on their faces, pointing and whispering.
"Hey, did you hear that? What did that guy just say? One hundred million? Good grief, that has to be a joke, right?"
"Uh… I think they're filming a movie. You don't really think one hundred million is just toilet paper, do you? Sothing you can just pull out and hand over to soone?!"
"Filming? But I don't see any caras."
…
Many people pointed and whispered from a distance, their faces filled with curiosity.
"One hundred million?"
Just then, Chen Fei took the check from Xiao Qianrang's hand. He saw the one followed by eight zeroes, and a smile suddenly touched his lips. He grinned. "Tell , President Xiao, are you treating like a beggar?" As he spoke, his expression turned icy cold. He mockingly tossed the check aside and began to walk away without a backward glance.
SMACK!
"Sir, have you forgotten what I said? President Xiao is still here. Isn't it a bit inappropriate for you to leave?"
Again, it was the man with the center-parted brown hair. He placed a hand on Chen Fei's shoulder, his eyes narrowed in a nacing smile. The formidable, black-clad bodyguards also closed in, surrounding them.
"Very good, Chen. Very good… In all these years, you're the first person to dare humiliate , Xiao Qianrang, like this. Since you don't want the money, fine. Tie him up and bring him back!" Enraged by Chen Fei's humiliating act, Xiao Qianrang was so furious that smoke seed to pour from his orifices, the muscles on his face trembling. When had he, Xiao Qianrang, ever suffered such humiliation? When had he ever been shad like this?
"Yes, President Xiao."
Hearing Xiao Qianrang's thunderous roar, the man with the center-parted brown hair flashed a wicked, cold smile. A chilling murderous intent filled his eyes as he looked at Chen Fei and grinned dangerously. "My sincerest apologies, sir, but it seems you're about to be inconvenienced…"
"Is that so…"
THUD!
But just then, a voice as cold as the Grim Reaper's rang in his ear, causing his expression to change abruptly and his pupils to constrict.
He felt a terrifying force slam viciously into his abdon. It felt as if all his internal organs were being torn apart. His face contorted in extre pain, his eyes nearly rolled back in their sockets, and his entire body was sent flying at least ten ters. Everyone in the terminal who witnessed the scene was stunned, and the hall instantly erupted in a commotion.
"Holy shit… What the hell did I just see? Are they really filming a movie?"
"If it's not a movie, then what is it? Are they superhuman? But that's weird, I didn't see any wires on the guy who went flying. When did China's special effects get so damn good?"
"If they're filming, there must be celebrities, right? Maybe we can get an autograph from the guy in white later? Did you see him? He was so cool! He sent that bad guy in black flying dozens of ters with a single kick! Wow, are they filming a superhero movie?"
…
Perhaps it is human nature to disbelieve things that defy common sense, so soone very helpfully ca up with an excuse for Chen Fei that everyone else readily accepted.
It was just filming, so of course it was exaggerated, right? It was certainly more believable than those ridiculous anti-Japanese war dramas where soldiers tear enemies apart with their bare hands, dodge bullets with superhuman agility, or blow up airplanes with a single grenade! You have to use your brain!
Yep. ow. That's exactly right.
"I have to ask, President Xiao, did you really think a half-baked punk like this could do anything to ? Please, use your head. You're from the Xiao Family, not to ntion the richest man in our province. Don't be so naive, okay?"
With a faint smile, Chen Fei slowly walked up to Xiao Qianrang. He looked at the man's face, which had rapidly drained of color from fright, and said in a low voice, "President Xiao, this is my first and last warning to you. If there is a next ti, it will an we are officially at war. Do you understand ?"
With similar words, Chen Fei finally threw the man's earlier attitude back at him. Adding a slightly disdainful glance, he turned and truly left. This ti, no one dared to stop him.
Don't mind the intimidating presence of the dozen or so black-clad bodyguards; they were all for show.
The strongest among them were rely a few Second Rate Ancient Martial Artists. All of them combined probably couldn't have handled one of Chen Fei's hands. They were especially terrified after seeing him defeat the man with the center-parted brown hair in a single kick. Now, they were all scared witless, their faces ashen and their limbs weak. How could they possibly dare to step forward and cause trouble?
After all, as his comrades, they knew full well that the man with the center-parted brown hair was a First-Class Ancient Warrior! A First-Class Ancient Warrior!
"Cough, cough… President Xiao, my apologies. I was careless." Just then, the man with the brown hair walked back, looking disheveled. He clutched his abdon with a pale face, his expression contorted in pain.
Xiao Qianrang stared, stupefied by the scene. "Bingcheng, are you alright? Is that kid really so powerful that even you were no match for him?"
"Yes, he's very powerful. Despite his young age, his strength is nearly on par with mine. Based on that potential alone, there are very few young people I know who can compare to him," the man nad Bingcheng said. He was still clutching his stomach with a pale face, but his dangerous eyes held a complex mix of emotions.
As the captain of the renowned Xiao Family's Guard Squad in the South China region of Huaxia Land, he was no re extra like those black-clad bodyguards. His perspective and knowledge were far superior.
He could tell that Chen Fei's real age was not high, likely around twenty-five or twenty-six. To be a First-Class Ancient Warrior at such an age was sothing exceedingly few people in the entire country could achieve.
Clearly, Chen Fei had only shown him the power of a First-Class Ancient Warrior… If Bingcheng knew the truth—that a twenty-five or twenty-six-year-old had reached the Peak of First-Class Ancient Warrior—he would have been scared senseless. How many years has it been since a freak of that level has appeared? At least sixty or seventy, right?
Xiao Qianrang's expression turned gloomy as he heard this. He cursed under his breath, agitated. "Damn it, how did it co to this? We've offended him to the point of no return, but we can't do a thing to him. What about my son's illness? What am I supposed to do?"
A First-Class Ancient Warrior, even in the mighty Xiao Family, was on the level of a Guard Squad Captain. Even with his status, Xiao Qianrang could only mobilize three such individuals at once. The implication was obvious: a master of that caliber was not soone he could simply push around.
After all, even if Chen Fei couldn't stand against the entire Xiao Family, he could simply flee. What could Xiao Qianrang do then? Absolutely nothing!
It wasn't as if he could trouble the family's highest-ranking Guard Squad Captains—the Strongest Peak of First-Class Ancient Warriors—over his own son's problem. For one, Xiao Qianrang didn't have that kind of pull. For another, he simply didn't have the authority.
To mobilize a Strongest Peak of First-Class Ancient Warrior within the family, one would need the status and rank of his father's generation, at the very least.
Did that an he really had to ask his father to step in? But if he did that, in the eyes of a vast and ancient clan like the Xiao Family, it would be a symbol of his incompetence. The consequences would be severe, extrely severe.
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