novelSusiti Chapter 220 I'm sorry, I don't have a son, I don't know your pain.
Chapter 220 I'm sorry, I don't have a son, I don't know your pain.
"Can't you fucking talk? Your son's dead, can't you have another one?"
Lei Dapeng was on the verge of exploding with rage, his eyes bloodshot, wishing he could devour everyone in front of him.
Instead of offering any words of comfort, Cheng Yaojin stood by and made sarcastic remarks that only added fuel to the fire. His mouth was stinking more than a rock in a latrine.
"I..." Cheng Yaojin's expression changed slightly, his smug smile froze, and he surprisingly showed a hint of embarrassment and awkwardness.
"Brother Lei, please don't take it to heart. Look, he's already reflected on his words and knows he made a mistake."
Du Fuwei quickly stepped in to smooth things over.
He did not want to see his allied forces begin to fight amongst themselves before they had even officially clashed with the imperial army.
Seeing this, Lei Dapeng suppressed the anger that was about to explode in his chest.
He understood that the most important thing now was to join forces to fight against the imperial army's expeditionary force, and that internal chaos must not be allowed to break out first.
He glared fiercely at Cheng Yaojin, his hand gripping his weapon trembling slightly, but he managed to suppress his rage.
"No, I didn't reflect on it." Cheng Yaojin stared blankly at the corpses of Lei Dapeng's two sons on the ground, adding innocently.
"I'm not married yet, and I don't have a son. I really don't know what it's like to lose a son."
"Cheng Yaojin! You damned bastard, you deserve to die! Brothers, chop him up!"
Lei Dapeng's anger, which he had just suppressed, was instantly reignited as if boiling oil had been poured on it.
He looked around, grabbed the large knife beside him, and was about to rush forward and chop off Cheng Yaojin's round head.
Upon seeing this, the surrounding leaders, both big and small, rushed forward and hurriedly held Lei Dapeng back.
As I said before, it wasn't their son who died, so naturally they weren't that heartbroken.
But Cheng Yaojin, despite his foul mouth, has shown considerable strength today.
Living people are more useful than dead people; Cheng Yaojin can even lend them a hand.
"Hehe, I'm not good with words, Brother Lei, you're very generous, please don't mind."
Cheng Yaojin scratched his round head, and his signature silly expression reappeared on his face.
It's as if those hurtful words were truly unintentional.
Yu Junda, who was standing to the side, silently raised his hand and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
He knew perfectly well that in Wagangzhai, he was the most eloquent and persuasive speaker.
If Cheng Yaojin claims to be second, no one dares to claim to be first.
But once this guy stops being human, the things he says will definitely be the most hurtful to people's hearts.
This minor incident was eventually quelled by everyone working together.
Cheng Yaojin straightened his armor and once again swaggered forward, urging his large-bellied red steed towards the front of the imperial army.
"Hey! This is our challenge to your so-called King Shuo. Take it!"
He took a crumpled letter from his pocket, mustered all his strength, and threw it forward with a thud.
After dropping the letter, he turned his horse and prepared to leave.
"You thief! You come and go as you please? What do you take us for?"
Just then, a general suddenly charged out from the imperial army formation, riding a white horse and wielding a silver spear; it was none other than Luo Cheng.
Without saying a word, he thrust his spear forward, the tip like a venomous snake spitting its tongue, aiming straight for Cheng Yaojin's back.
"Luo Cheng! You treacherous bastard! We were sworn brothers, we kowtowed, burned incense, and swore brotherhood!"
Cheng Yaojin's expression changed slightly. He quickly turned around and raised his Bagua Xuanhua Axe to block.
He quickly calculated in his mind that Yuwen Chenglong was no match for him, but Luo Cheng was a different story.
Among the sworn brothers of Wagangzhai, Luo Cheng was considered one of the best in terms of real skills.
Let alone Cheng Yaojin, even if Qin Qiong came, he wouldn't dare say he had a sure victory against Luo Cheng's Five-Hook Divine Flying Silver Spear.
"Shut up! I am the heir apparent of the Prince of Beiping, how could I associate with you thieves who rob and pillage!"
Luo Cheng let out a cold shout, and his spear attack instantly became even more ferocious.
Cheng Yaojin's heart skipped a beat, and his back was immediately soaked with cold sweat.
His movements became increasingly chaotic, he struggled to defend himself, and faced numerous perilous situations.
Could it be that Lü Xiao didn't tell Luo Cheng his true identity?
This is a huge joke!
If I were to die by Luo Cheng's gun in a muddle, how unjust that would be!
However, as the fight progressed, Cheng Yaojin gradually noticed something amiss.
Why does Luo Cheng's spear technique feel so weak today, completely lacking its sharp and incomparable oppressive force?
Just as Cheng Yaojin was filled with doubt, Luo Cheng suddenly gave him a quick look as the two horses passed each other.
There was no murderous intent in his eyes; instead, there was a hint of mischievousness that only the two of them could understand.
Now, Cheng Yaojin understood everything.
After all that fuss, it turns out Luo Cheng was just putting on an act for me!
Moreover, this is an attempt to portray Cheng Yaojin as the fiercest general of the allied forces!
If that's the case, then what does he have to be afraid of?
Cheng Yaojin felt much more at ease, and the Bagua Xuanhua Axe in his hand instantly became wide and powerful, wielding the wind with great force.
He wielded Cheng Yaojin's signature three-axe technique with dazzling skill and astonishing momentum.
"That thief is truly cunning!"
After another dozen or so moves, Luo Cheng seemed to be gradually losing his strength. Finally, he feinted with his spear and turned his horse to leave.
"Hahaha! Who else!"
Cheng Yaojin raised his Bagua Xuanhua axe high, stood on the stirrups, and laughed wildly to the sky.
The leaders of the rebel army looked at each other in disbelief when they saw this scene from afar.
They were somewhat skeptical that this unassuming, foul-mouthed fat man could be so formidable.
That's Luo Cheng, the master of the Luo Family Spear, renowned throughout the world.
As a result, Cheng Yaojin easily defeated him.
"Don't let his unassuming appearance fool you, this fat guy is a real talent!"
Yu Junda immediately seized the opportunity and began to enthusiastically praise him from the side.
The other leaders looked at Cheng Yaojin with a different gaze now.
There was a greater sense of respect, even awe.
After all, in this chaotic world, the strong are respected, and those with real skills are welcome wherever they go.
"Brothers, let's go! Back to Siping Mountain!"
Cheng Yaojin threw out the challenge with great fanfare. He had already fought the man and was now brimming with confidence.
"That fat bastard's really getting cocky!"
Yuwen Chenglong saw this scene from the city wall and was filled with hatred.
Not only did they let that fatso steal the limelight, but they also used Yuwen Chenglong as a stepping stone!
He was a marquis of the Sui Dynasty, serving under Prince Shuo, Lü Xiao, making him a figure second only to the emperor.
I was actually outdone by a fatso today. How can I swallow this insult?