Master Head of the Dragon Soul

Chapter 851 Confronting Goddess Chen

Chen Ziyi's demeanor turned icy as she swiftly advanced, with a few of her bodyguards furrowing their brows and following suit.

"Ms. Ziyi, please help me, sob…" As Zhang Hao noticed her approaching, he promptly clung to her leg, tearfully explaining, "I just wanted to be considerate and offered them fifty thousand to buy two seats. But these two uncivilized men were greedy and even resorted to violence. Look, they knocked me down, ouch… Their blatant disrespect is an affront to your dignity."

Chen Ziyi's anger flared at those words. Throughout her successful career in the entertainment industry, influential figures and the affluent treated her with the utmost respect. Such humiliation was unprecedented. "You have the audacity to lay a hand on my people," she declared, her tone filled with authority. "Both of you, break your legs, kneel before my manager, and beg for forgiveness. Perhaps I might spare your lives."

Zhang Hao immediately stood up, displaying strength and challenged, "Did you hear that? Why aren't you kneeling?"

Her words grew even more overbearing and arrogant, as if she had a dog that mirrored her master. Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Chu Feng couldn't help but frown. He could tell that this woman was excessively ruthless, showing no regard for right or wrong and immediately demanding someone's limbs be broken. It was evident to him that she had engaged in bullying and extortion before. "You want me to kneel? You are far from deserving that," he retorted.

Chen Ziyi, initially stunned, smirked in response, exuding disdain and contempt. "You're making me laugh. Do you think you're someone important? Do you truly believe that buying a plane ticket can elevate you to the status of an upper-class person?"

With a smug and proud look on her face, she added, "I've encountered many like you. You grabbed a few cheap seats, maliciously occupied ours, and now you're taking advantage of the situation to extort money. Truly shameless." She clearly regarded Chu Feng and Chen FengXing as professional swindlers. She continued, "So, how much money do you want, darling? Five hundred thousand, a million? Do you really think I'd spend a dime on you?"

Crash!

As if flaunting her status, she kicked the cremation urn next to the seat to the ground. However, within moments, she felt the intense gaze of two pairs of icy, ferocious eyes fixated on her, akin to wild beasts staring her down. Suddenly, an involuntary shiver ran down her spine.

"Pick those up and put them back," Chu Feng commanded, his voice cold and stern. He was resolute in not allowing any disrespect toward these heroes who sacrificed for the country.

For a brief two seconds, Chen Ziyi remained stunned, but then the realization hit her. A mixture of embarrassment, anger, and annoyance washed over her. How could a seemingly destitute person have deceived her?

"Well, I won't pick them up. What are you going to do with me?" she retorted arrogantly, kicking the seats beside her and toppling several cremation urns in the process.

Crash!

The cremation urns instantly fell to the ground, scattering the ashes of a fallen soldier.

"Ugh, it's so unlucky to have all this dead people's stuff here. Security, get rid of it quickly!" Chen Ziyi exclaimed in a tone laced with both disgust and fear.

Boom!

Chu Feng and Chen FengXing could no longer tolerate the situation. A tremendously menacing aura erupted from them.

Smack!

The next second, a loud slap landed on Chen Ziyi's cheek, causing her skin to split and her cheek to swell.

"H-How dare you slap me?" She stumbled backward, her expression a mix of rage and disbelief.

"I not only dare, but I have to," Chu Feng charged forward again and delivered several slaps.

Smack!

"This slap is for your ignorance and oppression of the innocent."

Smack!

"This slap is for disrespecting the souls of the martyrs."

Smack!

"This slap is for your heartlessness and arrogance as a citizen of Donghua."

Smack, smack, smack!

A series of powerful slaps followed, each one leaving its mark as blood trickled from Chen Ziyi's lips.