"The old man?
"Who else could it be? Don't you think he's the kind of guy who's got a rebellious bone in his body?" Eggy said.
"I suppose so, but this is the Red Butterfly Society's internal affair. I don't really have any reason to interfere," Chu Feng said.
"Excuse me? You have every reason." Eggy jumped to her feet, looking at Chu Feng with a frustrated expression, as if she wanted to smack some sense into him.
"True, Elder Liu has been generous to me, and the president of the Red Butterfly Society is his disciple. For Elder Liu's sake, I do have a reason to help them deal with that vice president. But still, I'm not a member of the Red Butterfly Society… If…"
"Dummy, that's not what I'm talking about," Eggy cut him off.
"Then what reason is there?" Chu Feng asked curiously.
"What reason?" Eggy placed her hands on her hips. "He hurt you. That's reason enough to destroy him."
Hearing this, Chu Feng suddenly laughed. Then he too stood up and said, "That really is a reason."
And as those words left his mouth, a trace of cold intent surged in his eyes.
Today, he had clearly met that Zhao Ruofan for the very first time. The two of them had no prior grievances whatsoever, yet the man had attacked him — not only injuring him but sending him crashing to the ground.
This grudge was one Chu Feng absolutely could not let go. On top of that, he felt the man was of poor character and harbored deep hostility toward
So Chu Feng made up his mind. He would go all the way and eliminate this man. After all, leaving him alive would only spell trouble down the road.
"Now that's the Chu Feng I know." Seeing Chu Feng's change in demeanor, Eggy broke into a sweet smile.
Having known Chu Feng for so long, she could already tell that killing intent had taken root in his heart. That Zhao Ruofan was a dead man walking.
In truth, Eggy had deliberately nudged Chu Feng toward this realization. She could see that his refusal to join the Red Butterfly Society had been holding him back, making him act with unnecessary restraint.
Under normal circumstances, if someone dared to lay a hand on Chu Feng — and even knock him to the ground — Chu Feng absolutely would not have let it slide.
But this time, he had not pressed the issue, simply because Zhao Ruofan was a member of the Red Butterfly Society. Chu Feng felt that since he hadn't joined, he had no right to meddle in the Society's affairs, much less go after one of its people.
The reason he felt this way was, in truth, born of guilt toward Liu Chengkun. After all… he had turned down the old man's invitations time and again.
But now, Eggy had reminded him: when it came to dealing with someone, there was no need to overthink it. A single simple reason was more than enough.
Meanwhile, deep within a highly secretive forbidden ground of the Red Butterfly Society, the Society's president and Liu Chengkun were stationed together.
"President, thank you for stepping in today. Vice President Zhao was determined to make things difficult for me. If you hadn't said that Chu Feng was invited by you, I'm afraid I really would have had a hard time saving face," Liu Chengkun said with genuine gratitude.
"Master, there are no outsiders here. Please don't call me 'President.' Just use my name," said the president of the Red Butterfly Society.
"President, whether others are present or not, you are still the president, and I should address you with the proper respect," Liu Chengkun replied respectfully.
"But Master, this position of president should have been yours. After all, the Red Butterfly Society was founded by your own mother. You…" Growing emotional at the subject, the president seemed to feel the injustice on Liu Chengkun's behalf.
"Sigh, I know my own body. After all these years, if you hadn't been treating me constantly, I would have died long ago. What would I have left to inherit the Red Butterfly Society?"
"Besides, your strength speaks for itself. With you as president, no one would dare disobey. Even Zhao Ruofan would have to fall in line."