Han Feng never imagined that the pink-haired girl before him could be so fierce. Even in his previous life, such a wild personality was a rare sight!
He frowned slightly as he looked at her. Though he had lived in the world of Douluo for twelve years, Han Feng still couldn't quite accept the idea of hitting a woman. But as a straightforward man, simply letting her off easily wasn't something he could bring himself to do either...
After thinking it through, Han Feng turned his gaze to the three mountain bandits and said, "Look, this woman might not be decked out in gold and jewels, but I promise you, anything you grab off her is worth enough to let you live comfortably for at least half a year."
"How about this? Let's pretend I was never here. You go ahead—rob her if you want. Just don't kill her, and I won't interfere. Deal?"
His tone was serious, almost convincing, but the three bandits were already scared out of their wits. They didn't dare act on his words and just kept kowtowing desperately. This made Han Feng sigh—Do I really look that terrifying?
He made another move to persuade them, but before he could say more, the girl snapped. She let out a sharp shriek and pointed an accusing finger at Han Feng.
"You're completely unreasonable! Just because you couldn't out-argue me, you're encouraging bandits to bully me?!"
Han Feng rolled his eyes and scoffed. "What a one-sided way of talking. You're a full-fledged Soul Master, yet you let three ordinary people rob you. That's already humiliating enough. If I hadn't stepped in, you'd be dead by now. And now you insult your savior? Who's really being unreasonable here?"
Stung by his words, the girl's cheeks flushed red. For a moment, she couldn't think of a single retort.
Meanwhile, the unlucky bandits had overheard Han Feng mention that the girl was a powerful Soul Master. Their faces turned pale, and they scrambled to her feet, begging and wailing.
"Please, miss! We didn't know who you were! Spare us! We won't dare do it again!"
The girl didn't even spare them a look and barked, "Get lost!"
The three bandits took her words literally—and actually rolled away.
Han Feng clicked his tongue at the sight. Now that's impressive.
"Well, that's settled. I'm leaving. Goodbye!"
Just as the girl couldn't be bothered with the bandits, Han Feng had no interest in lingering around her either. She was clearly some pampered noble's daughter, and he had no time to entertain a spoiled princess with a temper.
But as he turned to leave without the slightest hesitation, the girl grew both angry and indignant. Not only did this guy shut me down, now he's ignoring me too?!
"Han Feng, is it?!"
"You just wait! I'll find out where you live, who your family is—and everything you've done to me, I'll repay to them a thousandfold! You'll regret this! You'll be begging me for forgiveness!"
Any man with a hint of emotional intelligence would've recognized the quiver in her voice—anger mixed with tears. At a time like this, a simple apology or gentle comfort could've turned the tide... maybe even sparked a connection.
Unfortunately, Han Feng was not that kind of man.
Her threats stirred a darker thought in him. Considering her noble background, if she really acted on her words, his loved ones—Zhang Lingling and Han Dang—could be in real danger.
In a flash, his anger surged. Before the girl could react, Han Feng was already in front of her, his presence suffocating, his voice low and menacing.
"You want to die?"
He wasn't joking.
As the son of the Great Battle Arena's manager in Stan City, Han Feng had long been immersed in its brutal atmosphere. He might never have killed, but his killing intent was real and sharp. Just the pressure alone was enough to make the girl tremble.
She could feel it—the heat of his aura, the coldness of death—it was terrifying. Was he really going to kill her over a single threat?
Unbeknownst to either of them, two hidden figures nearby tensed, then began moving silently toward them.
The girl was in disbelief. She had only wanted an apology. She was a girl after all, used to being cherished and protected—never had she been treated like this. Nothing had gone right since she left home, and now even a stranger wanted her dead?
The more she thought about it, the more wronged she felt. Her nose twitched, her vision blurred—and she burst into tears.
"Waaahhh!"
Fat tears streamed down her cheeks as she sat on the ground, sobbing uncontrollably.
The two hidden guards almost blew their cover from the shock. Even Han Feng was momentarily stunned. He had no idea why she started crying so suddenly—but a girl's tears were a kind of divine weapon. Once they appeared, no matter who was at fault, you were automatically wrong.
Seeing her cry so hard, Han Feng's aggressive aura faded. The heat around them receded. The two hidden guards, sensing the shift, assumed he would finally apologize.
Instead, Han Feng coldly muttered, "What are you crying for? You're acting like some delicate woman."
"I am a delicate woman!" she shot back.
"...Tch."
That shut him up. He couldn't even argue.
With a sigh, Han Feng let go of the last of his anger. "You threatened my family. What did you expect me to do? Anyone else would've killed you for less."
The girl, hearing this, forgot her tears and glared at him with wide, reddened eyes. "So now it's my fault? I was just emotional! Don't you know girls are made of water? We need to be protected! Couldn't you just apologize? Are you an idiot?"
"Uh..."
Han Feng was speechless. Shrugging, he muttered, "Fine, fine. I'm an idiot. I'm sorry. I apologize. Happy now?"
"You call that an apology? Wait—where are you going?! Come back here!"
But Han Feng had already turned and walked off.
"I'm not dealing with this anymore, missy. I've got to get to Soto City before dark—I'm not sleeping on the streets!"
The girl's eyes lit up. "You're going to Soto City? Wait for me, I'm going too!"
But Han Feng didn't respond. He just kept moving, forcing the girl to use a soul technique to catch up.
Half an hour later, she stood beside him, gasping for air. Han Feng looked at her in confusion—why was she still following him?
She shot him an annoyed glare. "Why were you running like that? Were dogs chasing you or something!?"
"You sure it wasn't you doing the chasing?" Han Feng replied with a raised brow.
The girl froze, then scowled.
Afraid she'd start crying again, Han Feng quickly changed the subject. "Alright, alright. Let's find a place to stay. I'm sure a pampered young lady like you doesn't want to sleep under the stars."
She gave a cold humph and strode toward the city's most luxurious area.
Han Feng had meant to part ways there, but she grabbed his sleeve and dragged him along.
At the finest inn in town, the girl cast a wary glance at Han Feng. "I'm warning you—don't get any weird ideas!"
Han Feng rolled his eyes. She was beautiful, sure—still immature, but clearly a stunning beauty in the making. Someday, she'd be a heartbreaker. But right now?
He met her gaze with an unreadable expression. Her cheeks turned pink, and she opened her mouth to speak—but Han Feng beat her to it.
"Two rooms, please," he told the receptionist.
"What do you mean 'two rooms'? Am I not good enough for you?!"
She flipped in an instant. Just moments ago, she was on guard—now she was furious that he wasn't interested. Was she not attractive enough?!
"One room! Thank you!" she barked at the receptionist, slamming down a pouch of gold soul coins with fierce determination in her eyes.