Heather’s gaze was filled with the admiration and respect of a schoolgirl. This was the intimidating Ashura she knew, the savior who’d rescued her. Meanwhile, Chu Feng copied the information and pictures on Heather’s laptop onto his own phone, then said, “Anyway, this wasn’t all for naught. Even if the chances of finding this legendary monk is slim, at least I have something to work on instead of stumbling around like a headless chicken. Thank you, Heather.”
Chu Feng was never the type to lament his misfortunes. After joining the army at the tender age of 15, he’d had countless near-death experiences by now. What was a measly Mandraka Poison to him? In Qin Shihuang’s words, he was so resilient that even the actual Lord of Hell himself wouldn’t dare collect his soul.
“Don’t thank me, my Lord. It is my duty. My men will continue to search for leads, and see if there are alternative antidotes to this poison.” Heather breathed a sigh of relief, smiled sweetly, then started chatting with Chu Feng. After years apart, the two of them had much to catch up on and before long, it was sunset when Chu Feng glanced at his wristwatch. “It’s almost five. I need to pick Duo Duo up from school.”
“Alright, then. I’ll send you off.” Heather was reluctant, but she said goodbye anyway. She was a little envious of Yun Muqing for being able to make Chu Feng, a godlike man, settle down as a husband and a father for a peaceful life where all he had to do was to look after them. For countless rich girls in the West, this achievement was unattainable to them.
However, just as Heather signalled for the bill, Xu Hai took the opportunity to emerge from the corner he’d stayed in. “How can a seven-foot tall man like you let the girl settle the bill? Have you no shame? No generosity?” He shamelessly started to lecture Chu Feng. After being ignored by him, Xu Hai was already itching for a chance to mock Chu Feng. Now that he had his chance to both mock Chu Feng and impress Heather, there was no way he’d pass it up.
“Forgive my bluntness, milady, but this weak excuse of a man cannot measure up to you at all if he won’t even pay for his own coffee. What can you even expect of him?” Xu Hai cast a dismissive look at Chu Feng, wishing he could stamp the man into the ground.
“Talk like a loose cannon one more time and you’ll suffer the consequences.” Heather’s expression instantly turned frigid, the coldness apparent even in her gaze. In the West, anyone who dared to insult Chu Feng like Xu Hai did would already be a dead man.
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