The Unknown God of War

Sun Mingxuan’s expression became even more twisted now. His lip muscles twitched again as he commanded, “Ma Sanyuan, have you gone blind? I’m right here! Why are you kneeling toward that piece of trash, Chu Feng? Get over here!”

Ma Sanyuan remained prostrated on the floor, not moving a single muscle.

Sun Mingxuan stood in rage and jabbed a finger at him. “I’m Sun Mingxuan, nephew of the city’s third-in-command, Sun Jianye. How dare you defy my uncle?”

Ma Sanyuan remained unmoving like a stone statue.

Sun Mingxuan felt that he was getting slapped yet again; the gazes of everyone else in the room made his face burn mercilessly even more.

“So the dog has chosen to rebel.” In his frustration, Sun Mingxuan hurled a bottle at Ma Sanyuan’s head. With a loud crash, the back of Ma Sanyuan's head was nearly split open. Ma Sanyuan shuddered upon the impact, but remained motionless even as blood streamed from his wound.

Sun Mingxuan suddenly had a bad feeling when he saw this, and his heart almost skipped a beat.

Everyone else in the room changed their expressions, held their breath and started backing away from Sun Mingxuan. By now, it was clear that Ma Sanyuan didn’t give a hoot about Sun Mingxuan, because his priority was to appease Chu Feng. That was why he didn’t move before Chu Feng gave the word, no matter how much Sun Mingxuan insulted or even hit him.

“Who is this man?” The rich kids looked to Chu Feng with a mixture of emotions, still terrified.

At that moment, Chu Feng simply said, “Get up. They’re not my friends. I have nothing to do with them.”

That simple sentence sent their hearts sinking into a pit.

“Thank you, Mr. Chu.” It was only then that Ma Sanyuan felt a sense of relief, but he still maintained a respectful bow.

By now, Sun Mingxuan’s face had gone pale as he watched the scene unfold. What was going on? Why was Ma Sanyuan being so respectful to Chu Feng when he was his uncle’s dog? He saw this man kneeling before the Zhou family that night, begging for mercy. What was going on?!

Chu Feng slowly stood up, scanned the crowd and announced, “Since they’re the ones who called you here, it’s time to settle the score on your own. Ma Sanyuan, I’ll stay out of this and leave you to it.”

With that, he took Yun Muqing’s hand and led her outside. “What’ll happen next may get a bit gory. It’s better if you don’t look.”

“Thank you, Mr. Chu,” Ma Sanyuan said respectfully. Then, with a fierce glare that struck fear into the rich kids’ hearts, he rose in a way that made them feel like prey being targeted by a predator. After all, how could these glorified greenhouse flowers possibly compare to a charismatic bigshot like him, who’d ruled Jiangling for twenty years?