As Feng Jun's identity gradually became "exposed," the value of those around him rose accordingly.
Second Deng was merely an Advanced Martial Warrior, yet he dared to contemptuously call an Innate Expert "that bastard."
But Feng Jun's standards had risen as well. He frowned. "Did you ask him whether he wants to live or die?"
He no longer wished to waste so many words. Only if the other man obediently followed orders would he consider sparing him. Otherwise, he would simply kill him with one slash—he was only an Innate Expert. Who gave him the nerve to pry into an immortal's affairs?
Second Deng nodded. "He said he wants to live and hopes the Divine Doctor will give him a chance."
"Opportunities aren't given by others; they're earned... Don't think too highly of yourself just because you're an Innate Expert." Feng Jun snorted, then waved a hand. "Enough. Bring him in."
Before long, the Innate Expert was brought in. He was a burly man with a face full of wiry beard. He gave Feng Jun a deep bow. "This crude mountain man, Chen Junsheng, inadvertently offended an honored person. My crime deserves ten thousand deaths."
"Hm?" Feng Jun's brow creased slightly as he spoke casually. "You already said you wanted to live. Why are you now so determined to die?"
Chen Junsheng raised his brows and looked at Feng Jun in astonishment. "What do you mean, sir?"
Feng Jun ignored him completely, picked up a cigarette, lit it, and began smoking.
"Tell the truth, did you hear that?" Second Deng snorted. "Confess honestly. Who exactly are you?"
At that moment, the heir apparent could not help speaking up. "Brother Second Deng, have you made a mistake? He really is Chen Junsheng."
He had met Chen Junsheng before. Back then, both