Urban Carefree Warrior God Chapter 794 795: Becoming What I Despise!

The gathering orchestrated by Wu Peng, which took nearly three months to prepare, finally concluded in a way no one had anticipated.

For the vast majority, they returned in a state of shock. Among the children who erged from the orphanage, such a towering figure had unexpectedly arisen.

Afterward, they'd have one more topic to boast about.

Chen Yang t his good old friend, but the encounter also completely extinguished the fla that had burned deep in his heart. The whole process was a farce.

After all, people change, especially between the ages of twenty and thirty. Career and marriage, these two great mountains, loom one after another. To pursue the beautiful life of one's imagination, one must learn to adapt and to make sacrifices. Fawning over those of higher status, currying their favor, even willingly stooping to be their dog, is all too normal.

Chen Yang couldn't say he was angry, just filled with a sense of lancholy. After today, the two of them would likely beco people from two different worlds. At the very least, Chen Yang was facing it all with a calm heart, including the one-million-yuan check he had given. As for how Wu Peng would view it, probably only he himself knew.

The spring on Qiyun Road always arrived earlier than in Cangyun City.

Tonight in Chu City, a cool breeze brushed against their faces, lacking any bone-chilling cold and instead feeling quite pleasant.

"Wu Peng is here," said Xia Chu. Her face was flushed red and she was already eight-tenths drunk, her head wobbling occasionally. She pointed behind them and chuckled.

Chen Yang lit a cigarette, remaining silent.

"What do you want?" Yang Hu, who was trailing them, stepped forward to block Wu Peng, questioning him indifferently.

"I, I..." Wu Peng's heart sank. This man was likely one of Chen Yang's subordinates, yet even a subordinate's aura was so overwhelming that it made it hard for him to breathe.

"I'm a good friend of Chen Yang's. You... let see him," Wu Peng said with an awkward smile.

Just as Yang Hu was about to ask, Chen Yang gestured. "Let him co over."

「Ten years ago.」

After that gathering had ended, the two of them found another roadside stall, chugging beer straight from the bottle. Eventually, with only a single cigarette left, they shared it, taking turns with each puff.

Ten years is an incredibly long ti, long enough to change anything.

Chen Yang stood with one hand behind his back, a cigarette in the other. He took an occasional drag, only to find it utterly tasteless.

Wu Peng slowed his pace, a complex mix of emotions churning within him.

At this hour, the city flickered with neon lights. Rich young masters, beautiful won, and million-dollar luxury cars flashed past, an overwhelming sight. It struck a chord with Wu Peng. Weren't these the very things he had chased for years but never attained?

Following that thought, a sense of utter desolation washed over him. What he wanted, he couldn't get, and what should have been his, he had lost completely. Reflecting on it now, he realized he had nothing at all.

"I'm sorry!" Catching up to Chen Yang, Wu Peng said in sha. "I never expected myself to sink so low. I'm so sorry."

Chen Yang offered him a cigarette. "There's no need to say all that. I haven't taken it to heart."

Wu Peng's hand, holding the lighter to the cigarette, paused. He had wanted a harsh scolding, a verbal lashing that picked him apart, or even a savage beating. That might have made him feel better. Instead, all he got was a light, dismissive 'it's fine'.

The indifference in those words was almost suffocating. It felt as if an insurmountable chasm now lay between them.

HISS.

With a trembling hand, Wu Peng stuck the cigarette between his lips and took a deep, shuddering drag. In the past, they had pissed together, punctured Granny Fu's bicycle tires together, fought together, and sat under a dim kerosene lamp tending to each other's wounds.

For the rest of his life, he feared, they would be nothing more than strangers.

Of course. The man was the Forr Chief Military Commander, after all.

A wry chuckle escaped him. He finished the cigarette in a few quick puffs and, coming back to his senses, hurried to catch up again.

"I never imagined you'd make it this far," Wu Peng said, attempting to start a heart-to-heart with Chen Yang.

Chen Yang nodded. "To be honest, I never expected it myself."

"I still rember how Granny Fu always praised you for being responsible and resolute. She said you would definitely achieve great things one day, and her words have proven to be prophetic. The old woman's judgnt was truly sharp."

He vividly rembered pounding his chest, vowing that when he grew up, he wouldn't be worse off than anyone else.

What youthful arrogance he'd had back then!

Looking at himself now, he had beco the very person he despised. Never mind comparing himself to Chen Yang; he was far worse off than anyone else who had attended the reunion today.

How utterly ironic.

"That was just idle talk," Chen Yang replied, his attention focused mostly on Xia Chu. The woman was starting to stagger, and he was afraid she might fall.

Chen Yang's success today was entirely his own doing, earned by fighting and bleeding on the battlefield. Of course, it was also built upon the blood and bodies of over a million Martial Guards. As it has been since ancient tis, a single general's glory is built upon the bones of thousands.

"Xia Chu has had too much to drink. I need to see her ho. Can we talk another ti?" Chen Yang said indifferently as he stubbed out his cigarette.

Wu Peng froze, the indifference in Chen Yang's tone nearly suffocating him. His expression shifted several tis before he clenched his jaw and called out, "Chen Yang!"

Chen Yang turned and looked at him calmly.

"I, I..." The words Wu Peng had prepared completely dissolved the mont he t Chen Yang's gaze.

"Just say it. How much more do you want?" Chen Yang saw right through him.

Wu Peng stared blankly for a mont. Then, he quickly held up two fingers and explained, "Once I make a fortune with this start-up capital, I'll definitely pay you back double."

"No need to pay it back."

Tossing those words over his shoulder, Chen Yang turned away again. He snapped his fingers and instructed Yang Hu, "Give him two million."

"Thank you, thank you, Brother Yang!" Wu Peng was ecstatic, thanking him profusely. A flicker of smug delight even sparked in his heart. It was a good thing he was shaless enough to chase after him; otherwise, where would this two million have co from?

"From what I know of the Boss," Yang Hu said, walking over and looking at Chen Yang's retreating back, "if you had invited him for another drink today, been completely honest, and sincerely apologized for your mistakes, he would have still treated you as a brother.

"A sha that in your eyes, the brotherhood between you is only worth a asly few million."

Yang Hu clapped Wu Peng on the shoulder, stuffed a two-million-yuan check into his pocket, and strode away.

The smile on Wu Peng's face instantly froze. His entire body went rigid, and he stood there in the cold wind until Chen Yang disappeared from view. Only then did he collapse to the ground, his spirit utterly broken.

Chen Yang.

After the battle at Night Quiet Valley, he was promoted to Commander.

After the battle in Hundred Flowers Valley, he was appointed Nine Gates Admiral and given the title Zhennan Prince.

Not long after, he was elevated again, becoming the world's sole War God of the State.

「That year of the heavy snow.」

You solidified your unshakable status with a national war.

And I...

For a re three million, I sold our brotherhood.

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