The Unknown God of War

Chapter 560

A chilling gust of wind swept through, leaving the entire audience stunned, frozen like statues.

Inside the commander of the Yenching region, the lieutenant general, sat none other than Chu Feng?

The adopted son of the supposedly hopeless third child of the Zhou family, the "wild species" that everyone looked down upon?

"Chu Feng, you have some nerve. When did you manage to get into General Yang's car?" Yu Hui exclaimed in shock, her face filled with anger. "Get out immediately!"

Zhou Yang was equally furious. "This is outrageous! Third brother, look at your son. What a disgrace he is to us!"

Zhou Yao stood stunned for a moment, then quickly drew his gun and exclaimed righteously, "So you're that little bastard from Zhou Yang's family? You dare to insult my stepfather's military prestige. I can shoot you now and deal with the consequences later!"

Mr. Zhou pounded his cane in anger, thumping his chest and stomping his feet. "Presumptuous! This is beyond presumptuous! Someone take this bastard away, beat him to death with a cane, and throw him into the sea!"

The Zhou family seethed with rage, and the guests in attendance began pointing fingers and expressing their anger, their embarrassment turning into indignation.

In their eyes, Chu Feng, this "peasant," had not only offended military authority but also committed

unforgivable and heinous acts.

However, no one noticed that throughout the entire ordeal, Yang Jingyu, the formidable commander of the Yenching region, stood by calmly, showing respect.

The soldiers in the fleet of trucks maintained their upright posture and serious expressions.

Chu Feng's gaze remained calm as he surveyed the surroundings, carefully observing every face and capturing every word spoken by the audience.

He stepped forward with composure, uttering a simple remark, "Jingyu."

"Yes!" replied Yang Jingyu with a crisp salute. He then retrieved a set of battle-worn generals' military uniforms from the backseat of the car, symbolizing years of facing the perils of war.

"Swoosh!"

The purple python coiled in the wind.

The Blue-Point Sword hung prominently at his side.

Donning the national emblem on his head, four shining stars on his shoulders, and a multitude of military medals adorning his chest, Chu Feng exuded an aura of dominance that surpassed the clouds, as if he were the ruler of the world.

As the cold wind blew, his tall and composed figure stood firm like an enduring statue, unyielding to the passage of time and the harsh elements.

"Gasp!"

The entire audience froze in an instant, their gasps filling the air.

"What are you all standing there for? Didn't you hear what the old man said? Beat this bastard to death!" Zhou Yang, sensing the icy atmosphere, scowled unhappily. He turned around arrogantly to face the old man, Chu Feng, and continued,

"You bastard, how dare you…"

Zhou Yang's words were abruptly cut short as his face turned pale, a cold shiver running down his spine, his teeth chattering with fear.

"One, two, three, four!"

A general that has four stars?

Damn it, he's a four-star general, unrivaled in the nation, the God of War!

Zhou Yao's hand that was holding the gun trembled as if struck by lightning, his lips turning purple.

Zhou Wen, Yu Hui, and the others felt their legs go weak. Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

Even Mr. Zhou struggled to catch his breath, his footing unsteady, almost toppling over.

A clatter echoed throughout the audience as everyone stood up, their faces filled with shock and disbelief.

What an honor, what a sensation, to witness the God of War in their lifetime!

Chu Feng took a step forward, his gaze casting down upon the crowd like a wolf.

In a calm tone, he spoke, "Yang Jingyu, what's the penalty for failing to pay respect to a general?"

Yang Jingyu surveyed the surroundings, his voice cold, "Failure to pay respect to a general is deemed as contempt for military authority and warrants severe punishment."

A clatter followed his words as nearly a hundred soldiers behind him simultaneously loaded their rifles, their black barrels aimed at the audience. In an instant, a palpable shadow of death enveloped the gathering.