Abyss Summoner

Chapter 535 - 522: Good Men Die Young

"Is there something wrong with your ears... Do you need me to repeat myself?" Chen Feng stared at him, his eyes devoid of any warmth.

"You..."

Yan Xiu stood on the ground, seemingly still in disbelief that he was slapped in public, and what’s more, in front of all his subordinates.

What the other party had left unsaid was, how dare you hit me?

Bolstering one’s influence might be something every small-time crook likes to do when they’re at a disadvantage. In the past, they’d be rampant, untouchable, but now, a big boss had come to his turf, and without a word, struck him right off the bat. As the leader of the nearby area, even if he was terrified, he had to put on some semblance; otherwise, how would he account for his subordinates, his face, these most crucial things in the underworld?

Chen Feng understood the other party, so he raised his arm and gave him another slap in the same direction, the crisp sound of which, like bowls and chopsticks crashing to the ground, made one’s heart tremble.

"I’m talking to you properly." Chen Feng spread his hands: "I understand you need face, and I can see you want the weapons on my ship. But why are you acting like this? When you saw my fleet from afar, like a scared rat, you crawled over trembling, because you didn’t know who I was and feared that one order would send you to the sky. But when I gave you fish, you suddenly changed your face, why? When a robber asks for directions, they don’t give their spoils to passersby because they are bad people, so you’ll fear them. But when I give you something, you assume I’m a good person. In this world, the easiest to bully are good people."

Chen Feng laughed, raising his hand, patting Yan Xiu’s face lightly, not heavily, but the face of this Silver Peak strongman turned deep red.

The sudden humiliation had made him forget his own strength.

In Yan Xiu’s eyes, the man’s face held more of a smile, muttering to himself: "I’ve always said, good people don’t last long in this world. Why? Because there are people like you who fear evil and bully the good. When a bad person takes your wife in front of you, you smile, yet when a good person asks for your help lifting something, you even mock them. You think I’m a good person?"

Chen Feng shook his head, slightly surprised, and said, "How could you think that?"

The man pointed a finger towards the distant battleship.

One of the three ships, with dozens of people on it, upon seeing their leader humiliated, they all looked forward, and the more irritable ones even started to curse.

"Fire!"

Yan Xiu shivered all over, thinking he misheard, but then, a few explosions sounded suddenly beside him, and it was more than a dozen Demon and Martial Cannons firing at once, landing on the Steel Battleship in an instant.

The Demon and Martial Cannons had been improved, their power now terrifyingly immense, and now, with more than a dozen shells hitting the battleship, even a ship made of steel couldn’t withstand such an attack and directly capsized, plunging into the ocean.

And in that sea, as if some horrifying enemy lurked, at first, there were a dozen people escaping in the water but in the next instant, those who were just indignant villains quickly shrank back, dragged to the bottom of the sea.

The clearly pristine sea now seemed like a swamp within a jungle; even though many of them were professionals, they still sank in bit by bit, with no chance of escape.

Dozens of people died just like that, unclear and uncertain.

The surrounding noise disappeared instantly, silent as a ghostly place, chilling to the heart.

The warriors of Order looked at this scene without hesitation; they had seen battlefields, been on them, in countless battles, they had encountered all kinds of enemies.

There were Giant Dragons, beasts, insects, and also humans just like themselves.

But the world had changed, those humans might be devilish monsters, or they might be cannibals using a supermarket as bait, waiting for survivors to visit, then suddenly acting to turn them into food.

Who could be sure there were no such "people" on the ships opposite?

They were clear on what they were doing; as warriors, obeying orders was their duty. It was Chen Feng who had given them all they had now, so carrying out orders and being cautious, they drove the Demon and Martial Cannons without hesitation.

In just a few minutes, the previously terrifying Steel Battleship had sunk to the ocean floor, along with everyone on board, without exception.

Yan Xiu was dumbfounded.

He had never met anyone so cold and ruthless; asserting dominance and intimidating from above was normal, but to immediately exterminate all and have dozens of people die at sea shocked his consciousness.

Even with considerable strength, Yan Xiu’s body had gone limp, and he was still a bit dazed; had one-third of his base just vanished like this?

Chen Feng no longer slapped the man’s cheeks, but looked at him and said, "Now what? Feeling better? Only when I kill someone will you listen carefully, then answer the questions I want to know. People are just that despicable. Yes, I’m talking about you."

Yan Xiu wasn’t stupid; as a clear-headed person, he not only survived the apocalypse but also reached Silver Peak status. In some stories, he’d be the protagonist.

But even with such power, he was repeatedly humiliated by the other party. The first slap was too quick to dodge, understandable, but the second? The third?

Recalling just now, he was like an idiot standing there allowing the other side to slap him. Fight back? Don’t be ridiculous, his courage had almost fallen out just now.

He came to a conclusion.

Chen Feng was not to be trifled with.

Apart from the missiles that sank the ship, just the deterrent power emanating from the other side made him like a real mouse, lying on the ground not daring to move, was enough to prove that he had encountered a real villain.

He killed without hesitation.

With strength and ruthlessness, looking at the calm eyes on the other side, as if those dead companions weren’t people, but just a bunch of black ants pinched to death at will by the other side.

Yan Xiu was scared; he wasn’t a small-time crook, knowing besides loudly condemning such suicidal behavior, what he should do.

"Plop..."

This man, who commanded three ships and possessed Silver Peak power, a small giant in Xiamen City, just knelt straightforward, willingly saying: "Lord, I admit wrong..."