The Unknown God of War

The seductive woman lifted her chin up. It was time she regained her dignity and took out all her frustrations on this man. The way she saw it, as much of a fighter he was, how could he beat 50 men at once?

Besides, peasants like him only ever peed their pants in fear and begged for mercy in the face of someone from the Chamber. She’d seen so many ‘young masters’ who thought they called the shots, just because they had a little bit of power and money to throw around. In the end, all of them were slapped into submission by Ma Jun and forced to call him 'Master Jun' even as they were beaten to a pulp.

In the city of Jiangling, the Chamber was like Satan and Ma Sanyuan himself was like God! Her man was the nephew of Ma Sanyuan, chairman of the Chamber—such a terrifying background, such a terrifying power!

With a look of entitlement, the woman strutted up to Chu Feng and yelled arrogantly, “Weren’t you such a gutsy, pushy man just now, boy? Didn’t you hit me? Slap me, to be exact?” She offered up a cheek. “Come on. I’ll let you slap me today, see if you have the guts to try that again. You bastard, come on! Hit me like a man—”

Before she could finish, Chu Feng brought down his heavy hand in a loud smack.

“Why, you little—” Another smack resounded through the air as the woman stumbled backward with a swollen cheek, indescribable rage and shock on her face; she hadn’t expected Chu Feng to be this arrogant.

“Looking to get slapped like this, and you say you weren’t being stupid?” Chu Feng said simply, then backhanded her in another loud slap, then another. In an instant, the woman was hit hard enough to fall on the ground, looking like a complete mess on the floor. Meanwhile, the bystanders were dumbfounded, did this guy really have a death wish? Such arrogance!

Chu Feng, however, simply frowned and cleaned the blood from his hands with a wet tissue and a look of disgust, as if this blood was filth to him. “Evil comes back to those who possess it. I think it’s a saying that suits you well.”

Ma Jun’s face fell; Chu Feng’s slap was not just a deadly blow to the woman, but a threat to his dignity and to the Chamber’s authority. Meanwhile, the woman immediately clambered up, seized Ma Jun’s arm and wailed pitifully, “Boohoo, did you see that, Jun? This bastard has gone too far and too disdainful of the law. He slapped me, and in front of you too! No, this is beyond slapping me, he was practically slapping you, and Chairman Ma to boot! He has no respect for the Chamber’s authority at all!”

The woman took the opportunity to add fuel to the fire, causing a spike in the murderous aura of the dozens of men behind her, eager to charge at Chu Feng and tear him into pieces. “Alright, alright, alright!” Ma Jun’s face steeled, his triangular eyes filled with poisonous rage as he repeated ‘alright’ thrice.

“You’ve really pissed me off today, boy. I had planned to just make you kowtow and apologise, and maybe slap yourself a dozen times. But now, I have a grudge. You’ll have to leave both your legs and both your eyes, as the price of challenging the Chamber,” Ma Jun said in a proud, yet calm voice that contained a hint of arrogance and disdain for the law. It was as if he ruled over Jiangling like a king and therefore could spare or doom any of its citizens with a single command.