"This banquet was specially arranged for you," Saint Rosward said.
Liu Feng then saw Saint Charlos glaring at him resentfully and roughly understood what was going on. That idiot had been terrified by a single look from him last time.
This time, he had probably brought his father in to stand up for him.
"Just say what you want. I'm busy and don't have time to waste with you."
Liu Feng sat down and picked up a small pastry.
He took a bite. It tasted pretty good. They had clearly hired a master chef; this was far better than the cooks in his own palace.
It seemed he should find some skilled chefs himself in the future. Fine food was one of Liu Feng's little hobbies.
"I heard you had a conflict with my son before?" Saint Rosward looked at Liu Feng coldly, as though he had come to demand an explanation.
"A conflict? You call that a conflict? If we had truly clashed, your son would already be dead."
Liu Feng cut off a piece of steak and put it into his mouth.
The sauce and juices were incredible. At that moment, Liu Feng seemed to have come purely to enjoy the food, completely ignoring the furious glares from Saint Rosward and Saint Charlos.
"Eat. Isn't it a waste if you don't?"
He raised his head, saw them staring at him, and gestured for them to eat.
"Saint Uchiha Liu Feng, I think you should apologize to my son."
"Wait. I don't like it when people add 'Saint' after my name," Liu Feng interrupted Saint Rosward.
"Besides, what the hell is your son? Does he deserve an apology from me? I'll give you one chance to rephrase that."
The aura of a powerful man spread from Liu Feng.
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