Master Head of the Dragon Soul

"Thank you for your kind words." Shen Wanqian smiled optimistically, his deep eyes shimmering as he glanced at Chu Feng. He said with a smile, "I can see that you, young man, are extraordinary. You must not be an ordinary person. I wonder, What brings you to Xi Ye at this critical moment?"

Chu Feng put down his wine glass and simply replied, "To join the army and go to the frontlines."

"You're a soldier?" Shen Wanqian's eyes lit up, and the bodyguards beside him also showed respect.

Shen Jing Er was also surprised, as she stared at Chu Feng as if she had seen a ghost. She looked him up and down and said, "No way, you can't be a soldier. Hmph, you must be a rascal, a troublemaker." "Jinger, don't be rude!" Shen Wanqian's face turned serious as he reprimanded her. "This young man is going to fight on the frontlines for our country. How dare you insult him? Apologize immediately." Shen Jing Er knew she was in the wrong and had spoken out of turn. Her pretty face looked a bit unpleasant.

But her stubbornness made her pout and mutter, "I just think he doesn't look like a soldier at all, let alone a warrior going to the frontlines."

Shen Wanqian was already glaring angrily, about to lose his temper again, but Chu Feng waved his hand to signal that it was fine.

He asked with interest, "Then in your eyes, what does a soldier look like?"

"Of course, someone like Dragon Soul, the God of War, a peerless general, a protector of the country!" Shen Jing Er's big eyes sparkled with excitement and admiration. "In times of national crisis, only he steps forward, dons his battle armor, and rushes to the frontlines. Only such a man can be considered a true soldier!"

Shen Wanqian's gaze also revealed a hint of fanaticism and respect. It was because he learned that Dragon Soul, the God of War, had regained control of the Xi Ye military and put on his battle armor again that he rushed to the Xi Ye region without hesitation to prepare military funds and supplies.

Even if the future was uncertain, even if he faced numerous assassination attempts, he still pressed forward!

This was a belief, and more importantly, a belief that came from the depths of his soul.

Chu Feng remained calm and swept his eyes over Shen Jing Er. "So, have you ever met Dragon Soul, the God of War?"

"Of course I haven't!" Shen Jing Er huffed angrily at Chu Feng, disdainfully raising her middle finger. "Although I haven't met him, he is definitely the most charming and handsome person. In any case, he is certainly not like you."

Chu Feng thought speechlessly, Alright then, as long as you're happy.

Shen Wanqian stood up and raised his glass, saying, "My buddy, our meeting is fate, and we both have the same goal, Xi Ye. I believe that Donghua will win!" "Yes, we will win!"

Chu Feng raised his glass and drank it all in one gulp.

I promise you all, we will win this battle!

As the toasts and conversations continued, half an hour had passed in the blink of an eye. Chu Feng and Shen Wanqian had a great time chatting.

Just then, a food cart entered the restaurant.

A charming and tall waitress with fair skin pushed the cart with a professional smile, slowly approaching.

Behind her were four or five men wearing chef uniforms, their hats pulled low, concealing their faces.

Shen Jing Er and his group verified their staff identities and allowed them to enter without suspicion. However, Chu Feng narrowed his eyes and gently rubbed his nose. There was a trace of a bloody smell in the air!