Chapter 70: Chu Fei (Dragon King Edition)

Everyone at the scene was left speechless by Chu Fei’s biting sarcasm. Only Zhou Mi couldn’t help but let out a quiet laugh. Say what you will, but her little junior brother really was quite dashing when he stood up for her.

Zhou Mi liked his irreverent sense of humor, especially when he didn’t care about what others thought. It was incredibly satisfying. She had wanted to slap that wretched Lu Yunkun for ages!

Sister Lu hurriedly helped Lu Yunkun up, glaring at Chu Fei. “What gives you the right to hit someone—especially in front of all Kun Kun’s fans?”

Her words weren’t just an accusation; they were meant to incite the fans.

Sure enough, the crowd of fans, upon hearing this, immediately surrounded Zhou Mi and Chu Fei, launching into a torrent of condemnation.

“How dare you hit our Kun Kun! I demand you apologize immediately, or we’ll call the police!”

“That’s right! It’s bad enough you cheated on him, and now you hit him too—do you have any respect for the law?”

“Don’t think you’re so great just because you arrived in a shabby helicopter. If anything happens to Kun Kun, we won’t let you off!”

Faced with this mob of brainless fans, Chu Fei didn’t bother to be polite—he went all out right then and there.

“A prissy sissy whose only talent is saying ‘You’re too ugly’? Hitting him is no big deal—I don’t need to pick a special day for that.”

That line instantly shattered the fans’ composure. If there was one thing they couldn’t tolerate, it was someone mocking their idol to their face.

Just as the fans were about to launch another attack, an older woman stepped forward.

“Everyone, please quiet down. Let me handle this.”

All the fans seemed to hold this woman in high regard. She was, after all, the president of their fan club—the one with all the power.

She walked up to Chu Fei, her expression stern.

“I don’t care who you are. Hitting someone is wrong. You must apologize to our Kun Kun, or we’ll pursue legal action—”

“Are you his mother?” Chu Fei narrowed his eyes and asked.

The club president was briefly stunned before replying, “Well, no, but—”

Before she could finish, Chu Fei asked again, “So, is he your grandson?”

“N-no, but—”

“If you’re neither his mother nor his grandmother, then why are you yapping at me like some stray dog?”

“I—”

“I, my ass!” Chu Fei’s temper flared. “Did you forget to install a GPS? Don’t you know your place?”

“What the hell does this have to do with you?”

His words were like a knife—cutting straight to the bone.

She staggered back several steps, nearly coughing up blood like a character in a Stephen Chow movie.

The rest of the fans jumped in to defend her.

“How dare you speak to our president like that!”

“Do you have any idea how many members our fan club has?”

“Our fan club is united—you’d better watch out!”

Chu Fei rolled his eyes. “And why should I care?”

Once again, the fans were left speechless and could only turn their wrath on Zhou Mi, demanding she apologize to Lu Yunkun immediately.

Chu Fei stepped in front of Zhou Mi protectively. “I’m the one who hit him—what does it have to do with her?”

—Everyone should have proper values!

The fans fell back, defeated yet again. Damn it, so many of them, and they still couldn’t out-argue one guy. What an utter humiliation.

Chu Fei paused, his gaze sweeping over the speechless, brainless fans before him. With a dazzling smile, he delivered one last blow.

“Tadpoles tattoo frogs on their backs. Are you all here to show off for your mothers?”

At that, the fans could endure no more and were about to resort to violence when, suddenly, hundreds of fully armed soldiers burst onto the scene, restoring order. They lined up in two neat rows.

The young soldier who had piloted the helicopter that brought Chu Fei and Zhou Mi stepped forward and saluted Chu Fei.

“The three-year promise is fulfilled. We welcome the Dragon King back to his throne!”

The previously clamorous crowd fell instantly silent.

None of the fans had ever witnessed such a spectacle. Their faces turned pale as death, terrified they’d be dragged off and executed.

Even Chu Fei was wide-eyed, full of questions as he looked at the earnest young soldier before him.

“Is this… some kind of cosplay?”

The young man’s name was Fang Chang, son of the commander of Longcheng’s military division. Earlier, Chu Fei had called his senior sister Qin Yitian to ask her to send a helicopter to bring them to Yangcheng in style. Fang Chang was the pilot. Along the way, he and Chu Fei had hit it off—two peas in a pod.

As for the hundreds of soldiers, they were all locals, called by Fang Chang to support Chu Fei and put on a show of force. But those lines—seriously, who taught him to act so pretentious?

“Mr. Chu, War God Qin specifically said you should be given the respect you deserve.” Fang Chang winked, clearly fishing for praise. “So, what do you think—are you satisfied with my arrangements?”

“Where did you even pick up this nonsense?” Chu Fei replied with disdain.

Look at how proud you are. If he weren’t in need of a pilot for the return trip, Chu Fei would have had him thrown out on the spot.

But since the act had gone this far, Chu Fei played along, adopting the persona of the Crooked-Mouth Dragon King, quirking his mouth at the group of fans.

“What’s the matter? Why aren’t you cursing anymore? This Dragon King hasn’t had his fill yet!”

The fans were silent.

“You there—crawl over here. I have a question for you!”

Chu Fei fixed Lu Yunkun with a knife-like stare.

In this situation, Lu Yunkun naturally didn’t dare approach, afraid Chu Fei would hit him again. He looked helplessly at Sister Lu.

She was now completely at a loss and turned to Xiang Qiang, the most powerful man present.

“President Xiang, what should we do?”

Xiang Qiang snapped out of his shock. “What’s there to panic about? I’m here. I won’t let this kid do as he pleases!”

He didn’t know what Chu Fei’s background in the military was, but with dozens of media outlets present, even the army would have to answer to the public if things got out of hand. So he didn’t believe Chu Fei would really dare go too far.

“Kid, I know you’re sticking up for your lover, but you’re far too arrogant!” Xiang Qiang said to Chu Fei. “I, Xiang Qiang, am not someone to be trifled with. You hit my artist—you owe me an explanation! Otherwise, don’t even think about leaving here!”

Fang Chang, hearing Xiang Qiang’s threats, immediately raised his gun and shouted back, “What, are you all mothers here? Talking to us like that—do you think the weapons in our hands are toys?”

Xiang Qiang was unfazed. “Go ahead and fire if you have the guts! With all these media watching, I don’t believe you’d dare!”

Fang Chang truly didn’t dare shoot. Confronted by Xiang Qiang’s challenge, he found himself at an impasse.

Chu Fei reached out and pushed Fang Chang’s gun down. Killing Xiang Qiang would have been easy—but unnecessary. After all, his fourth senior sister still wanted to act in the entertainment industry. It wouldn’t do to ruin her only passion because of this scoundrel.

Besides, there were far more effective ways to make Xiang Qiang suffer than simply killing him.

With that thought, Chu Fei smirked.

“Tell me, Dragon King wants to know—what’s your greatest source of confidence?”

“Don’t tell me you still don’t know who you’re up against?” Xiang Qiang laughed. “I founded Xinghai Entertainment with my own hands. Why don’t you ask around and see if anyone in Yangcheng dares challenge the Xiang family?”

“Be sensible—get down on your knees and apologize to Kun Kun, or you’ll regret it!”

Hearing this, Lu Yunkun and Sister Lu regained their smug expressions. Chu Fei might have military backing, but that didn’t scare Xiang Qiang. In Yangcheng, the Xiang family was untouchable.