Extraordinary Soldier King in the City
Chapter 213: Let’s Get Practical

Chapter 213: Chapter 213: Let’s Get Practical

Having seen Matsui Heijiro gasp his last, Chen Feng’s eyes were cold and detached as he released his grasp.

Matsui Heijiro’s body immediately went limp, collapsing onto the ground.

Chen Feng lightly dusted off his hands, then turned his head to give Zhong Tianlong and Zhong Siquan a fleeting glance.

The father and son pair were now almost scared out of their wits, standing there petrified, their eyes wide with fear.

They had not witnessed the deaths of Silver Snake and Fire Fox for themselves, so they were not excessively shocked.

But Matsui Heijiro had died right in front of them, his neck snapped by Chen Feng in an instant.

This had thoroughly terrified them.

One must understand that Matsui Heijiro was an assassin, yet he hadn’t the slightest ability to fight back in Chen Feng’s hands.

How strong could Chen Feng possibly be!

The more the pair thought about it, the more terrified they became.

Chen Feng only glanced at the father and son before turning his attention away, sitting down at the table.

"The food’s not bad!"

Chen Feng surveyed the feast spread out on the table, muttering to himself, then picked up a pair of unused chopsticks and started to eat.

After a busy day, he hadn’t had a proper meal at noon, and he really was famished.

Here was a free lunch—no, a free dinner—it would be foolish not to take advantage.

Moreover, this was a feast from a five-star hotel, far superior to those little eateries outside.

It would be plain stupid not to eat.

There he was, comfortably drinking Lafite and dining on lobster and abalone.

Meanwhile, Zhong Tianlong and Zhong Siquan were so frightened that they felt hairs stand on end, their bodies trembling incessantly.

Seeing Chen Feng enjoying his meal, the father and son exchanged looks, silently gesturing toward the private room door.

Instantly understanding each other’s intent, they nodded and then began to tiptoe toward the door, clearly planning a stealthy escape.

As they moved, they kept glancing back at Chen Feng, trying to see if he had noticed them.

Seeing that Chen Feng was immersed in his meal, they sighed in relief and couldn’t help but quicken their pace toward the door.

Quickly, they reached the door and prepared to open it and flee.

"Bang!"

However, just as their hands touched the doorknob, before they could open it...

Suddenly, a chopstick flew across the room, embedding itself deeply into the door.

A good portion of the chopstick was buried in the wood, the insertion remarkably deep.

This sight left Zhong Tianlong and Zhong Siquan completely dumbfounded, they recoiled from the doorknob in horror.

Their faces were etched with shock and fear as they stared at the chopsticks in the door.

You should know, the door of the private room might not have been made of metal, but it was still solid wood, excellent in quality not easily penetrated even with a knife.

Yet, a mere chopstick had embedded itself deep into the door; the force required to achieve this was unfathomable!

The colder their hearts became as they thought about it.

"Are you two thinking of leaving?"

Just then, an icy-cold voice sounded out from behind them.

At the sound, the father and son’s expressions changed drastically, their necks stiffly turning to look behind.

There sat Chen Feng at the table, his face expressionless as he gazed at them.

And in his hand, was now only one chopstick.

"The day is getting late, so we won’t disturb you any longer. Enjoy your meal; we’ll be heading back now!"

Zhong Tianlong managed to force a smile, his throat feeling dry as he said this.

He then tried to pull Zhong Siquan with him to leave.

"Whoosh!"

But as they barely turned around, another chopstick whizzed past and nailed itself to the door.

Moreover, the chopstick had flown just past Zhong Tianlong’s face.

Had Zhong Tianlong walked one step further, it wouldn’t have been the door pierced by the chopstick, but his head.

Zhong Tianlong was instantly drenched in cold sweat.

Still, having experienced major events before, he managed to remain relatively calm.

In contrast, for Zhong Siquan, it was a completely different story.

In the end, he was just a spoiled young master, used to throwing his weight around students because of his father.

In such a situation though, he was so frightened he was utterly disoriented.

His legs were completely weak, trembling incessantly; had Zhong Tianlong not been supporting him, he would have already collapsed to the ground.

"My conversation was not over yet, and for Boss Zhong to leave like this is a bit rude, isn’t it?"

Chen Feng’s icy voice rang out once more.

Zhong Tianlong, frightened, quickly turned around, gingerly facing Chen Feng as he said, "Mr. Chen, I’m terribly sorry, it was rude of me just now. Is there something else you want?"

"Come and sit down!"

Chen Feng casually pointed to the chair directly opposite him.

"Alright... alright!" Zhong Tianlong took a deep breath and without hesitation hurriedly dragged the panicked Zhong Siquan back to the round table to sit in the seat Chen Feng had indicated.

"Would you like some?" Chen Feng poured himself a glass of Lafite, then lifted the glass, asking Zhong Tianlong.

"No... no need, please take your time!"

Zhong Tianlong wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and shook his head.

"Then I won’t be polite!"

Chen Feng’s lips curved slightly as he downed the Lafite in one gulp, then set down the glass, pointing his finger at Matsui Heijiro’s body on the ground, looking at Zhong Tianlong and asking, "Tell me, was this foreign assassin hired by you?"

"Ah!"

Zhong Tianlong’s face changed in fright, then he quickly shook his head and said, "Not me, it really wasn’t me!"

"Oh? Is that so? Then why were you with him?"

Chen Feng’s lips curled slightly, a smile in his voice as he asked.

"I just happened to know him, that’s all. He just arrived in Coastal today and I invited him for a meal as a host. As for his business in Coastal, I really have no idea!"

Zhong Tianlong hurriedly explained.

"Really? Because I really hate being lied to!"

Chen Feng poured himself another glass of Lafite, sipped it lightly, then looked at Zhong Tianlong with a chilling tone.

"Mr. Chen, every word I say is the truth, and if I lie, may I be struck down by the heavens!" Zhong Tianlong quickly swore.

"Swearing oaths means nothing to me, if you want me to believe you and spare you and your son, you’ll need to provide something substantial," Chen Feng’s lips curled ever so slightly as he spoke.

"Substantial? I would like Mr. Chen to please enlighten me!"

Zhong Tianlong’s face filled with confusion as he asked.

"One hundred million!" Chen Feng sipped his wine slowly, stating plainly.

"Huh? One hundred million?" Zhong Tianlong was initially stunned, before immediately understanding Chen Feng’s meaning, which made his face change on the spot.

He had thought Matsui Heijiro was already quite ruthless.

But he hadn’t expected that Chen Feng would be even more merciless than Matsui Heijiro, bluntly demanding one hundred million from him as if his money just blew in with the wind.