The Unknown God of War

Evening fell on the city of Jiangling; lights were turned on in the houses and cars sped down the roads.

Chu Feng sat in the backseat of the luxurious Lincoln, deftly making a pot of Kung Fu tea with fluid motions, filling the car with its fragrance even as the look in his eyes was cold and cutting.

Thanks to the Mandraka Poison, becoming over-emotional would trigger his fits of aggression. The fact that Ma Sanyuan from the Chamber of Commerce of the Four Seas had broken his adoptive father’s leg already brought his temper to a boiling point, and he’d been suppressing his rage for the entire journey. Tea drinking, however, helped calm him down a little.

“Chamber of Commerce of the Four Seas, originally called the Four Seas Gang, started out as a few dozen people as a criminal organisation. After Ma Sanyuan came to power, he started forcibly relocating people before demolishing their houses to build new ones. He also opened casinos, granted high-interest loans, the whole evil package. Now he owns three realties, two spas, malls, karaoke lounges and so on… He now has a total net worth of three billion.”

Listening to Luo Gang’s introduction, Chu Feng looked up at the Chamber of Commerce of the Four Seas’ thirty-floor building and sneered, “What an impressive fortune.” However, this was a fortune made from the sacrifice of his adoptive father Zhou Lie, and tens of thousands of other innocent citizens; it was a fortune forged with blood.

After parking the car, Luo Gang said, “As the chairman of the Chamber of Commerce of the Four Seas, Ma Sanyuan commands three thousand men and his influence stretches across several districts in the city, essentially giving him a monopoly over Jiangling. What’s more, rumors say he’s backed by a guy who controls the whole province, so even the mayor has to respect his decisions. The sky’s the limit when it comes to his power.”

“I have only one question,” Chu Feng simply waved his hand and said in an aloof tone, as if none of this was worthy of his attention. “How long would it take you to wipe out his Chamber of Commerce of the Four Seas?”

Luo Gang turned around and held up three fingers.

“Three days?” Chu Feng frowned.

“Three minutes.” Luo Gang said confidently.

“Then let’s get out,” Chu Feng downed his tea in a single gulp, his powerful aura was evident as he said. “The sky’s the limit? Then I’ll bring down his ‘sky’.” In all of Donghua, who would even dare to call himself owning the ‘sky’ in front of him, God of War of the Dragon Soul? Actions must have consequences, especially ones that involved his family. Even God Himself would have been forced to kowtow in front of him and apologise if He were in this situation.

Meanwhile, in the chairman’s office on the top floor of the building of the Chamber of Commerce of the Four Seas, a forty-year-old man was smoking a cigar. Clutching a phone with his hammy fists, he spoke in an arrogant manner, “Zhang Ju, I’ll need your help with an agreement regarding that piece of land in the northern area. I’ll add another two hundred million, for two residential buildings, and it’ll profit in the billions by next year when it’s done.”

“What? Relocation compensation? Hah! What’s the rush? Those peasants can be denied payment for years, and they wouldn’t so much as breathe a word about it. If they protest, we’ll beat them up and if they still protest, we’ll go for their families. The Chamber of Commerce of the Four Seas has several thousand men, and I have tons of tricks up my sleeve. We’ll make their life hell for them until they’re begging us to begin construction.”

“Background? What kind of background can those peasants have? Ten years ago, there was this old man who claimed he used to be a special ops soldier and violently resisted our demolition, and beat up half a dozen of my men. In the end, I broke his leg anyway and dumped him in a stinky drain for a full day. Ten years, and I haven’t heard a peep from him. Relax, relax. If the two of us work together, we’ll make big bucks for sure. Can’t wait to hear the good news.”

Ma Sanyuan laughed strangely, then hung up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows before him, smoking his cigar as he watched the bright lights and numerous cars from high above Jiangling. In this moment, he felt that he was a king hiding among the shadows, an all-powerful, high and mighty king that will someday bring the entire city under his rule, and become a god that is worshipped by all.

Ma Sanyuan was getting emotional on the inside, passion flowing through his very blood—

Boom!

Suddenly, the office door was busted open and two men strode in, instantly dashing Ma Sanyuan’s wonderful daydream. Ma Sanyuan started in surprise and looked up to see an apathetic young man striding forward, with a straight-backed man following him respectfully—it was Chu Feng and Luo Gang.

Ma Sanyuan burst out in rage, “Who are you and who let you in? Damn dogs, you think you can just walk into the top floor like this? Do you have any understanding of the rules? Get the heck out of—”

Luo Gang charged forward first, revealing his angry face as he threatened, “Disrespecting the Dragon Head? You must have a death wish!”

Boom!

Before Ma Sanyuan could react, Luo Gang aimed a kick straight at his beer belly and sent him flying like a cannonball, crashing into his desk and making a complete mess of it.

“F*cking hell—”

He was barely done speaking when Luo Gang seized an ashtray and brought it down on Ma Sanyuan’s head, then brought it down again a dozen more times. In just a few moments, Ma Sanyuan was bleeding and wailing like a pig being slaughtered; it was an extremely humiliating sight to behold.

Ma Sanyuan was on the verge of insanity; he was chairman of the Chamber of Commerce of the Four Seas, the kingpin of Jiangling, a man worshipped like a god wherever he went! But now, two rookies managed to invade his territory and beat the life out of him?

“W-Who are you? How dare you mess with me? Do you even know who I am?” Ma Sanyuan wiped the blood off his face, his expression declaring vengeance.

Smack!

Luo Gang replied with an audible slap and said coldly, “Watch your attitude. Use the formal pronoun when you speak to the Dragon Head.”

“....”

Ma Sanyuan was speechless. He glanced up, only to find the plainly dressed, aloof man was leisurely strolling around his office, then began throwing fish food to the arowana fish in his aquarium; it was like he’d made himself at home.