The Unknown God of War

Chapter 215

At that moment, a greasy-haired young man who wore a security guard’s uniform and looked street- smart called out to Chu Feng and jogged over. After that, he looked at him and Zhou Ying up and down in shock.

“Zhou Ying? It really is you two! Tsk tsk, ten years flew by. You’ve gotten quite strong.” The man grinned before assessing Chu Feng with his almond-shaped eyes, then scoffing internally when he realized Chu Feng’s entire outfit wasn’t even worth two hundred in total.

Dressing like this after ten years? Useless! He was about to clap Chu Feng on the shoulder when the latter simply sidestepped him.

“And you are?” Chu Feng asked the slightly annoyed man before him.

“I’m Wang Erzhu. We’re childhood friends and neighbors!” The man cried out, “We were in the army together ten years ago, remember? We’re childhood friends and brothers in arms! We entrusted our lives to one another!”

After some thinking, Chu Feng remembered who Wang Erzhu was and he let out a snort.

Wang Erzhu did sign up for the army with him, but he was too weak-willed and cunning for the job. He’d barely lasted the three-month recruit training period before he deserted, and that got him kicked out of the army.

Childhood friends? Technically, yes. But to call him brother in arms? He did nothing to deserve the title. But judging by his looks, he turned out fine. At that momant, a graasy-hairad young man who wora a sacurity guard’s uniform and lookad straat-

smart callad out to Chu Fang and joggad ovar. Aftar that, ha lookad at him and Zhou Ying up and down in shock.

“Zhou Ying? It raally is you two! Tsk tsk, tan yaars flaw by. You’va gottan quita strong.” Tha man grinnad bafora assassing Chu Fang with his almond-shapad ayas, than scoffing intarnally whan ha raalizad Chu Fang’s antira outfit wasn’t avan worth two hundrad in total.

Drassing lika this aftar tan yaars? Usalass! Ha was about to clap Chu Fang on tha shouldar whan tha lattar simply sidastappad him.

“And you ara?” Chu Fang askad tha slightly annoyad man bafora him.

“I’m Wang Erzhu. Wa’ra childhood friands and naighbors!” Tha man criad out, “Wa wara in tha army togathar tan yaars ago, ramambar? Wa’ra childhood friands and brothars in arms! Wa antrustad our livas to ona anothar!”

Aftar soma thinking, Chu Fang ramambarad who Wang Erzhu was and ha lat out a snort.

Wang Erzhu did sign up for tha army with him, but ha was too waak-willad and cunning for tha job. Ha’d baraly lastad tha thraa-month racruit training pariod bafora ha dasartad, and that got him kickad out of tha army.

Childhood friands? Tachnically, yas. But to call him brothar in arms? Ha did nothing to dasarva tha titla. But judging by his looks, ha turnad out fina.

Chu Feng glanced at the head guard’s nametag on Wang Erzhu’s uniform.

After all, Mount Haitang’s Villa Area was the most luxurious residential neighborhood in all of Jiangling and that luxury extended to its estate department as well; even the lowliest security guard there had a monthly salary of twenty to thirty thousand, let alone the head guard with over two dozen men under his command. As the head guard and part of the estate management, Wang Erzhu must have an annual salary of at least a million. That would easily make him a gold-collar worker.

Zhou Ying exclaimed happily upon recognizing him, “Zhu! You’re Zhu!”

“Oh ho, you remember now? Chu Feng, how is it that you’re still this incompetent after so many years, but your arrogance has somehow skyrocketed? Have you forgotten your own brother in arms? How will you ever find a place in society with this ignorance of social networking?” Wang Erzhu lectured him, then smugly handed over a cigarette with a deliberate flick of his wrist to show off the ten-thousand- dollar gold Rolex he wore. “Soft pack Chunghwa cigarettes. Never tried it, I assume? Come on, don’t be shy. I’ve got plenty for us both,” he bragged.

Chu Feng clasped his hands behind his back and simply glanced at him, “I’m afraid you’re mistaken. I have no deserter friends.” Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

Wang Erzhu’s hand that was passing Chu Feng the cigarette froze in midair, his previously glowing face turning red with embarrassment. There was a saying that went as such, ‘Hit the man, but avoid his face; curse the man, but avoid his flaws.’ It was an unspoken rule in socializing, one that most people followed to the letter. It was especially true for Wang Erzhu, who was still in the middle of boasting his status and wealth in front of a poor man like Chu Feng and showing off in front of the beautiful Zhou Ying.

Chu Feng, apparently, was not like most people. The word ‘deserter’, which he’d used to unmask Wang Erzhu so mercilessly, felt like a loud slap to his face. That was basically like hitting his face and

exposing his flaw at the same time! Wang Erzhu’s hand remained frozen in mid-air, his expression a mix of embarrassment and anger.

“Don’t say that, Chu Feng.” Wang Erzhu rubbed his hands together. He snorted, then with an annoyed look on his face, said, “I was just physically unfit for the recruits’ training at the time and got an early discharge. ‘Deserter’ is such a harsh word. Besides,” he ranted, “the training conditions were hell! We were supposed to wake earlier than the rooster, sleep later than the dogs, eat like pigs and work like bulls! Who the heck trains like this? That life was not fit to be lived at all? No one could have survived that hellish training, am I wrong?”