Extraordinary Soldier King in the City
Chapter 410: I Am a Good Person

Chapter 410: Chapter 410: I Am a Good Person

"Is her illness related to you?"

Chen Feng asked with a smile.

At this statement, Fan Dahao was stunned for a moment, then he curled his lip and shot Chen Feng an unwilling glance, saying with displeasure, "How could her being sick have anything to do with me? You’re quite the character. I’m not the God of Plague—how could I make her sick?"

"Oh, is that so?"

Chen Feng narrowed his eyes lightly and asked indifferently.

"Nonsense, of course, it is!"

Fan Dahao glared fiercely at Chen Feng, then disdainfully said, "If you have nothing of importance, then beat it already, or don’t blame me for being rude! I may not dare to mess with Mu Dongcheng, but I can still teach his people a lesson—it’s a perfect opportunity for revenge for last time!"

"Are you sure?"

Chen Feng smiled, but suddenly his smile vanished and his expression turned ice-cold.

At the same time, a formidable invisible pressure was released from within Chen Feng.

"Of course, don’t think just because you took out my security guards at the door that you can do whatever you want. To tell you the truth, I have a gang of toughs, and dealing with you would be just like—"

However, before Fan Dahao could finish talking, he suddenly felt an overwhelming invisible pressure bearing down upon him.

This pressure made his knees involuntarily weaken, almost making him kneel before Chen Feng.

Fan Dahao quickly supported himself on the desk to keep upright and avoid kneeling.

After regaining his composure, Fan Dahao looked up at Chen Feng with a shocked expression.

He knew that the invisible pressure was emanating from Chen Feng.

"You... you’re an Ancient Martial Arts Master!"

Fan Dahao stared at Chen Feng, his eyes wide with a mix of shock and fear as he exclaimed.

"Oh? You actually know about Ancient Martial Arts Masters?"

Chen Feng’s mouth curled slightly, asking with some surprise.

He had indeed released some of his True Qi pressure, which while useless against an Ancient Martial Arts Master of the same level, could deter and intimidate an ordinary person like Fan Dahao.

What Chen Feng hadn’t expected was that Fan Dahao actually knew of the existence of Ancient Martial Arts Masters, which was indeed surprising to him.

"I once had the fortune of encountering one!"

Fan Dahao swallowed dryly, speaking with reverence.

In reality, with his status, he was far from being able to engage with an Ancient Martial Arts Master.

The only reason he knew about them was due to chance—a blind cat coming across a dead rat, as he happened to meet one.

Otherwise, as an ordinary person, he would never have known about Ancient Martial Arts Masters for his entire life.

When he had seen that Ancient Martial Arts Master, there had also been an inexplicable pressure about him, very similar to what was now coming from Chen Feng.

That’s why he was able to guess straight away that Chen Feng was also an Ancient Martial Arts Master!

This scared him more than enough; he could never have dreamed that an Ancient Martial Arts Master would come looking for him personally!

"I see!"

Chen Feng nodded thoughtfully, then looked at Fan Dahao with a half-smile, "Since you know about Ancient Martial Arts Masters, you must also be aware of their methods, right?"

"Yes, yes!"

Fan Dahao hurriedly nodded his head.

At that time, he had watched with his own eyes as an Ancient Martial Arts Master single-handedly took down dozens of burly men armed with weapons. The terrifying scene was still vivid in his mind, truly horrifying.

People are like that, fearless in the face of the unknown.

If Fan Dahao had never seen an Ancient Martial Arts Master or never even heard of one, he wouldn’t have been so scared.

The more one understood about Ancient Martial Arts Masters, the more one realized their strength, and the more one would fear them.

So, when he found out that Chen Feng was an Ancient Martial Arts Master, he immediately chickened out, no longer daring to speak as loudly as before. The arrogance drained from his face, replaced with caution and timid compliance, fearful that Chen Feng might be displeased and strike him with a palm.

Fan Dahao was very clear in his heart that if an Ancient Martial Arts Master struck him, he would definitely be done for on the spot.

"Given that, I hope you can be honest with me," Chen Feng said indifferently.

"Definitely, definitely!" Fan Dahao said hastily.

"I’m asking you, does Zhou Yuying’s illness have anything to do with you?" Chen Feng asked, staring into Fan Dahao’s eyes with a cold voice.

"Really, it doesn’t. Ever since Mu Dongcheng taught me a lesson last time, I haven’t seen Zhou Yuying at all. Even if I had seen her, I don’t have the capability to make her seriously ill. If I had that ability, I wouldn’t have been bullied by Mu Dongcheng. Isn’t what I’m saying right?" Fan Dahao said with a look of grievance.

As Fan Dahao spoke, Chen Feng kept his eyes fixed on Fan Dahao’s.

Because eyes are the windows to the soul; lying can be detected from one’s gaze.

And when Fan Dahao spoke, his eyes looked normal and did not seem to be lying.

As a King of Soldiers, Chen Feng certainly had that judging power.

Chen Feng knew that the one who used Evil Magic to curse Zhou Yuying was probably not Fan Dahao, but someone else!

However, Fan Dahao was unaware of the thoughts in Chen Feng’s mind.

Seeing Chen Feng keep staring at him, he thought that Chen Feng didn’t believe him.

So, with a "plop", Fan Dahao’s corpulent body knelt down in front of Chen Feng, raising his right hand and extending three fingers as he swore:

"My lord, I swear to you, if Zhou Yuying’s illness has anything to do with me, let me be run over and killed by a car the moment I step outside! I really am innocent. And to tell you the truth, though I’m not a great person, I’m not a bad one either. I haven’t done anything bad from a young age, and it’s the same now!"

"When I have nothing else to do, I even help old grandmothers cross the street, I often give up my seat to pregnant women on buses, and if I see a beggar, I give them steamed buns to eat! I often do these good deeds, and you can go outside and ask around if you don’t believe me."

"I’m really someone who feels sorry even for stepping on an ant, so how could someone like me possibly harm others? It’s just not possible. Someone must be framing me, and I beg for your discernment!"

As he spoke, Fan Dahao became so moved by his own words that he began to cry, a mix of snot and tears.

His appearance was as pitiful as could be, as if a chaste and loyal woman had been accused of being a harlot and suffered great injustice.

Seeing this, Chen Feng shook his head speechlessly.

Of course, Chen Feng knew that what Fan Dahao had said was mostly lies.

Someone like him, who would harass a woman at a charity dinner, claiming he had never done a single bad thing in his life—who would believe that?

As for helping old ladies cross the road and giving up seats on the bus, that was even more nonsense.

From the very first glance at Fan Dahao, Chen Feng knew he was not a decent person. Could someone like him really do such things?

That was simply impossible!