Urban Carefree Warrior God Chapter 580 580: 581

The world is a bustling place, and everyone is here for personal gain.

This holds true for everyone, from common peddlers to powerful nobles, and even for nations themselves.

Could the re War God of the State truly transcend this?

At the very least, Huo Ying was entirely unconvinced.

"That does make so sense," an old man beside Feng Cang comnted lightly, nodding in agreent.

As the first-generation Sect Leader of Chunfeng Pavilion, Feng Jiancheng was still relatively composed.

CREAK.

As everyone in the room buzzed with discussion, the main doors were pushed open, and two young figures walked in.

They were tall and imposing, young and handso.

Dressed in simple casual wear, they gave off a warm and easygoing vibe. However, the mont one's gaze t their eyes, a shiver ran down their spine, and an involuntary chill shot through them.

His gaze was deep, cold, and as sharp as a hawk's.

Huo Ying, who had been smug and arrogant just a mont before, instinctively lowered his head. His hands fidgeted nervously, and he was too scared to make a single wrong move.

THUMP. THUMP. THUMP.

Chen Yang advanced slowly, scanning the room before speaking nonchalantly, "Is everyone here?"

"Yes, yes! Not a single person is missing!" Feng Cang had already stood up, his body as straight as a board, like an obedient schoolchild.

He then quickly vacated the head seat, pulled over a chair, and only after Chen Yang had casually sat down did he step back a few paces and stand respectfully to the side.

Chen Yang extended his hand.

Yang Hu imdiately handed him a cigarette.

CLICK.

Feng Cang was the first to pull out a lighter, promptly lighting it for Chen Yang.

Yang Hu glanced at him with a flicker of interest. This one's quick on the uptake.

PUFF.

Chen Yang blew out a ring of smoke.

The vast room fell deathly silent.

Holding the cigarette in one hand, Chen Yang placed a file on his lap with the other. He said nothing, simply flipping through the pages slowly.

The atmosphere in the room, however, grew heavy, almost solidifying.

With this esteed lord remaining silent, who would dare to upstage him?

But it was precisely this eerie silence that pressed down on everyone, making it hard to breathe. They were all terrified, feeling as though they were sitting on pins and needles.

What an intimidating aura! It's terrifying!

"Who is in charge of Chunfeng Pavilion?"

What felt like a century later, the man finally spoke. Everyone reflexively wiped their foreheads, which were slick with cold, clammy sweat.

Feng Cang instinctively glanced at his grandfather.

Feng Jiancheng, who had managed to maintain his composure earlier, took a hurried step forward and bowed respectfully. "S-Sir, my na is Feng Jiancheng."

RUSTLE.

There was no reply, only the sound of a page turning.

Once he finished reading the file, Chen Yang pinched the cigarette between his thumb and middle finger and tapped it lightly with his index finger. "Kneel and speak."

Feng Jiancheng: "..."

Everyone: "..."

Demanding soone kneel the mont he opens his mouth... Is he here to settle the score?

Those three seemingly careless words put everyone in the room on edge, leaving them fraught with anxiety. As their leader, the color drained from Feng Jiancheng's face, then returned in shades of red and white.

He steeled himself and looked up at the young man before him, who seed as indifferent as the wind. He appeared to want to say sothing in his defense, but after opening his mouth a few tis, he found his throat tight and his mouth dry.

"Grandfather!"

Seeing Feng Jiancheng frozen in place, Feng Cang, who was already drenched in a cold sweat, cried out anxiously.

If word of this got out, it would be enough to make jaws drop everywhere.

The overbearing and arrogant Young Master Feng, scared to this extent?

Chen Yang remained silent, rely lifting his eyelids to look directly at Feng Jiancheng.

BOOM!

This widely respected man of great prestige, with his close ties to the Gao Family of Cangyun City, could no longer bear it. He knelt to the floor, ekly awaiting judgnt.

"Let's start with that plot of land," Chen Yang said, tapping the table indifferently. "What I want to know is, after you obtain the land, what will happen to the orphanage?"

Feng Jiancheng's gaze went vacant. How... how can I explain this?

Their original plan contained no provisions for relocating the orphanage. In other words, it was highly likely they would have just left it to fend for itself.

"We... we will of course make proper arrangents for them."

He didn't dare speak the truth. Wiping away another bead of cold sweat, Feng Jiancheng offered his defense.

"But I heard you were planning to disperse the orphanage on the spot," Chen Yang said. "Besides, would soone who resorts to extortion to seize a plot of land really bother to relocate that orphanage?"

Feng Jiancheng: "..."

"That orphanage is mine."

At these words, it wasn't just Feng Jiancheng; everyone in the room felt their hearts tremble. They lowered their heads, their nerves stretched taut.

This wasn't just kicking an iron plate; it was kicking the sharp edge of a blade! First the Qin Corporation affair, and now the orphanage. Damn it all...

"A misunderstanding. There must be a misunderstanding here." Feng Jiancheng's face was ashen. Cold sweat stread down his face, and he couldn't wipe it away fast enough.

"We'll get to whether it's a misunderstanding or not later."

Chen Yang waved a hand. "I hear you're backed by the Gao Family of Cangyun City?"

"Yes, that's correct."

Feng Jiancheng nodded. "Yesterday, I contacted Young Master Gao Fan and explained that I'd run into so trouble. He told not to worry and that he had it all under control."

At this point, he had no choice but to co clean, not daring to hide a single detail.

"Does this Young Master Gao Fan know who I am?" Chen Yang asked.

"No, no he doesn't." Feng Jiancheng shook his head frantically. "To him, Lingjin City is beneath his notice, and he didn't want to waste another word on soone like ."

To be precise, the other party had hung up before Feng Jiancheng could even finish explaining.

He had wanted to call back and elaborate but feared he might anger the young master, so he dropped the idea.

RING, RING, RING.

Just as he finished speaking, Feng Cang's cell phone rang abruptly.

"It's... it's Young Master Gao Fan," Feng Cang said to Chen Yang.

Seeing Chen Yang remain silent, Feng Cang answered the call and put it on speaker. A clear voice ca through. "How's it going?"

"He... he's here," Feng Cang said, his voice trembling.

"Give him the phone." The voice on the phone was imperious, carrying the weight of soone used to being in charge.

Chen Yang crushed his cigarette butt and uttered a single word, "Speak."

"They carry the will of my Gao Family. If you don't want to die, shut your mouth and get out of the way, understand?"

Chen Yang tapped his fingers softly on the table, quietly waiting for the rest.

"You don't even have the qualifications to et , so I'm calling to give you an order. Kneel and apologize, let Feng Cang slap you back, and then get the hell back to where you ca from."

"My Gao Family's influence in Cangyun City is sothing a piece of trash like you could never imagine."

These words sent a chill of fear and shock through everyone in the room. The Gao Family may be impressive, but this is the War God of the State! Calling the War God of the State trash and demanding an apology? This is...

"Now, repeat what I just said." Gao Fan's arrogant voice trickled through the speaker, seemingly casual yet utterly imperious.

Chen Yang picked up a glass and nonchalantly poured himself a drink.

"Hmph?"

Perhaps hearing the sound of liquid being poured, Gao Fan's tone turned icy. "What, didn't you hear ?"

"Since you're in Lingjin City, why don't you co over?" Chen Yang held the base of the glass between two fingers and swirled it gently. "You have twenty minutes."

"Young Master Gao," Feng Cang hurriedly relayed, "the War God of the State says you have twenty minutes to get to Huitian Plaza."

Gao Fan: "..."

CRASH.

The sound of shattering glass echoed from the phone.

Then, the line went dead silent.

Far away, in the presidential suite of a five-star hotel, Gao Fan slid out of his chair and collapsed onto the floor. His pupils dilated at a visible rate.

The... the War God of the State?!

"..."