The Unknown God of War

Chapter 626 The Soul of the Military

"Feng Xing, that's not what you mentioned in your letter to me." Chu Feng's voice was raspy as he looked at the man in front of him.

According to Feng Xing, after being released from the army, his life was excellent. He met a decent person, funded him with a lot of money, and opened a company with a million-dollar yearly income. He even had children and lived a leisurely life.

"Dragon Lord..." FengXing sobbed bitterly as he said, "I'm sorry, I let the Dragon Soul down."

He was a brave pioneer in the army and would not think twice about facing down the opposition.

However, how could he be an upright man in this environment of intrigue and deceit?

The club's workers were similarly shocked. They were ignorant of the existence of the "Dragon Soul" and the "Pioneer Lieutenant". They continued to argue, wondering if Chu Feng was telling the truth.

"Chen Yong, do you think you can protect yourself by finding a helper?" When Zhang Jian realized that things were not going well, he snarled, "You are greedy! You spent the money meant for Mr. Jang's horse feed, which caused his horse to become ill and harmed our club's reputation. It's not over yet."

"I didn't do this, Dragon Lord; it's not me." Fearing that Chu Feng would be let down, Feng Xing spoke out right away.

"I know. Don't worry, I'll help you get justice for this situation today," Chu Feng patted his shoulder gravely and added.

Feng Xing nodded firmly while tears welled up in his eyes.

"Does this matter have anything to do with you?" Chu Feng asked Zhang Jian as he cast a glance at him.

Chu Feng startled Zhang Jian, who then said, "Mind your own business; do you know who you just hit? That's Mr. Jang; you're done." "Today, you two have to pay the price."

Chu Feng didn't spout nonsense; instead, he gave a direct punch to Zhang Jian's face, sending blood flying everywhere. The chin was fractured, and the nasal bridge was dislocated with one more strike.

"Be honest!" Chu Feng was getting ready to throw a third punch. This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Zhang Jian was utterly terrified; this man genuinely wants his life. "No, don't hit me; I said, I said..."

"It's me. I replaced the Ferghana horse's feed with the cheapest and lowest forage; I embezzled more than 100,000, and then I blamed Chen Yong. It's entirely my fault."

"I'm an asshole, Chen Yong; please forgive me." Zhang Jian slapped himself in the face twice while trembling in terror.

Everyone in the club was shocked as well, and their facial expressions changed.

Fengxing approached Jang Wei after taking a deep breath and exclaimed, "Mr. Jang, did you hear that? I didn't change the forage. I'm not involved in it at all. You have done me wrong." "You must apologize to me." He was attempting to reclaim some of his dignity.

Jang Wei slapped him in the face, smirked, and reprimanded: "So? Do you want me to apologize to you?" "Cripple, your life cannot compare to the life of my horse." Jang Wei clenched his teeth and reprimanded Chu Feng on the side, then said, "And you, bastard, you dare to hit me!" "You're screwed."

"You'd better behave respectfully!" Everyone was startled when Feng Xing abruptly spoke out loud. He might put up with anything for the sake of life, but he would never allow Chu Feng to be insulted.

He was the soul of the military and the faith of their men!