Chapter 027: The Dark Overlord

Chapter 027: The Great Demon King

Facing Ximen Lu’s sudden move, Xu Shiqi’s face turned deathly pale, but she didn’t try to stop her. After a brief moment of bewilderment, she quickly regained her composure, realizing just how foolish her actions had been...

Now, as she looked at Chu Fei, her eyes were filled with guilt and a profound anxiety—she was afraid he would be angry, angry at her.

She’d never imagined things would turn out this way. Had she known, she would never have let any of this happen.

“Since you’re already here, why leave so soon?” Chu Fei, unmoved, gave the two women a faint smile.

“Chu Fei…” Ximen Lu frowned, glaring angrily at Xu Shiqi.

“Chu Fei, I’m sorry, I…” Xu Shiqi tried to explain, looking at Chu Fei, but the words caught in her throat.

“It’s alright…” Chu Fei was about to reassure her when a hearty laugh suddenly rang out in front of him: “Ha! Chu, the Demon King! We finally meet again!”

A well-dressed young man strode over, flanked by several men, with a flamboyantly dressed, strikingly sexy young woman in his arms. His demeanor was arrogant and ostentatious.

Back in high school, Chu Fei was famously known by two nicknames: “Chu the Conqueror” and “Chu the Madman,” both of which perfectly captured his wild, domineering character. But besides these, there was another nickname whispered behind his back—“The Great Demon King.” Yet, few dared address him as such to his face, for fear of his reputation.

“And you are?” Chu Fei frowned, giving the man a glance—he looked vaguely familiar, but he couldn’t recall his name.

The young man’s face faltered, turning somewhat ugly. But he quickly forced a laugh: “Chu, you really do live up to your reputation. Have you forgotten your old classmates? I’m Wang Zhenhua. Back in high school, you beat me up plenty of times. Don’t tell me you’ve really forgotten?”

A cold smile crept onto Wang Zhenhua’s lips as he looked at Chu Fei, his gaze darkening with a long-held grudge.

Just two days ago, he’d received a call from Xu Shiqi telling him Chu Fei had returned. After some discreet inquiries, he gathered that Chu Fei hadn’t made much of himself. Wang Zhenhua was thrilled—he told Xu Shiqi he would organize the gathering, and then set about inviting old classmates to this dinner.

Of course, he wasn’t doing this out of kindness. His true aim was to humiliate Chu Fei. After all, as he’d said, Chu Fei had beaten him up more than anyone else in their class. Calling Wang Zhenhua the most miserable victim of Chu Fei’s fists wouldn’t be an exaggeration.

That was why his words were so direct and unceremonious. Whether or not he offended Xu Shiqi was the least of his concerns; venting his pent-up resentment was all that mattered.

“Sorry, it’s been too long—I really don’t remember,” Chu Fei replied, his face a mask of pleasant indifference.

Wang Zhenhua nearly coughed up blood. After all that effort to make his point, all he got was “I don’t remember”? Was there anything more infuriating? After being beaten dozens of times, now he said he had no memory of it?

“Wang Zhenhua, what’s your problem? This is a class reunion—why bring up old grudges?” Xu Shiqi suddenly interjected, her anger plain for all to see.

Wang Zhenhua’s expression stiffened. He still felt a measure of respect—and fear—not for Xu Shiqi herself, but for her fiancé, the young heir of Dongyu. Though Wang had done well for himself, he was nothing compared to that man.

Swallowing his irritation, Wang Zhenhua forced a smile: “Don’t be upset, Class Leader Xu! I just got a bit sentimental seeing Chu Fei after so many years. That’s all…”

“Exactly! Zhenhua was just telling it like it is—he didn’t say anything wrong, did he?”

Immediately, someone from Wang Zhenhua’s entourage chimed in. These people were his lackeys—class hierarchies persisted even after graduation, and Wang Zhenhua was now among the most successful. The smarter ones naturally followed his lead.

Xu Shiqi shot them a cold glance but said nothing, reaching to pull Chu Fei away. By now, she deeply regretted organizing this reunion—especially after hearing Wang Zhenhua’s words. She understood now that the gathering was meaningless. Still, since Chu Fei didn’t want to leave, she wouldn’t insist, but she certainly wouldn’t let anyone make things difficult for him. She planned to take Chu Fei to a quiet corner, have a quick meal, and leave.

But her hopes were dashed—Wang Zhenhua had no intention of letting her have her way. He turned to Chu Fei again: “Chu Fei, it’s been ages since we’ve seen each other. We should really get… close tonight.” There was a trace of malice in his eyes as he stressed the word “close.”

“Sure,” Chu Fei replied with a bright, oblivious smile.

Wang Zhenhua was delighted. He called out, “Come on, everyone! Chu Fei has finally reappeared after all these years—we must drink to him! Isn’t that right?”

“Of course! Hahaha, this is Chu the Demon King, missing almost ten years! Don’t laugh, I used to be so scared of him I didn’t dare speak to him…”

“Me too, I was terrified of him back then…”

“We have to make him drink a good one tonight!”

“One glass? That’s nothing—at least a whole bottle!” someone corrected.

Chu Fei watched all this with a smiling gaze. He could already see the setup—these people were clearly following Wang Zhenhua’s lead, and had no doubt planned in advance how to deal with him.

“See, Chu Fei? Even though you’ve been gone so long, everyone’s been thinking of you. I’m jealous—nobody’s ever been this enthusiastic for me,” Wang Zhenhua said, feigning cordiality, his heart swelling with triumph. Everything was going as he’d planned—his goal tonight was to get Chu Fei drunk the instant he walked in, giving him no chance to react. He’d even considered beating Chu Fei up, but that would be too much at a dinner organized by Xu Shiqi. Besides, Chu Fei’s legendary high school fighting skills had left a psychological scar on him. In all these years, he still didn’t dare challenge Chu Fei openly. The same went for the other men—especially the few lackeys who’d followed him around back then. Not one of them hadn’t been beaten by Chu Fei, and more than once at that.

So, after weighing his options, he concluded that the safest course was to get Chu Fei dead drunk—ideally, to drink himself into oblivion. After that, he’d figure out how to deal with him.

“Very enthusiastic indeed,” Chu Fei said with a laugh, making it seem as though he hadn’t noticed a thing.

“Alright, enough talk—since it’s a rare reunion, let’s drink! We’ll start, just the two of us.” Wang Zhenhua took two cups of strong liquor from a classmate beside him, each holding over a hundred milliliters, and thrust one into Chu Fei’s hand. Raising his own glass, he declared, “I’ll drink first!” Then, tilting his head back, he drained the whole cup in one gulp, not giving Chu Fei any chance to speak.

Wang Zhenhua’s plan was simple: he’d drink first, then everyone would toast Chu Fei in turn. He’d only have to drink once, but Chu Fei would be drinking nonstop. He didn’t believe Chu Fei could hold his own.

On the side, Ximen Lu and Xu Shiqi, now edged out of the circle, both realized what Wang Zhenhua was up to, their faces darkening in anger.

They were about to step in to stop him when Wang Zhenhua, having downed his drink, waved his empty glass at Chu Fei and laughed, “Your turn, Chu Fei.”

“Sorry, I don’t drink,” Chu Fei replied, unaffected, with an apologetic smile. He made as if to put down his glass.

Seeing this, Ximen Lu and Xu Shiqi nearly burst out laughing. They both thought Chu Fei was shameless—he must have seen through the plot long ago and had just been playing dumb, waiting for Wang Zhenhua to finish his drink before dropping this line. It was downright underhanded.

Wang Zhenhua’s face grew stormy. “What do you mean by this, Chu Fei?” His eyes were almost spitting fire.

“I really don’t drink. I’m allergic to alcohol,” Chu Fei explained, his expression unchanging.

“Are you messing with me? Back in high school, you could drink with the best of them! If you couldn’t drink, why didn’t you say so earlier? You waited until I finished, and now you say you can’t drink? You—” Wang Zhenhua was so angry he started cursing, his face turning an ugly shade of green.

Finally, he spat out, “Chu Fei, is this your way of looking down on me? If you don’t drink this, it means you despise me, Wang Zhenhua! From now on, our classmate friendship is over!”

He was desperate now, but didn’t dare resort to violence. Instead, he tried to pressure Chu Fei with the so-called bonds of classmates, banking on the large audience—he didn’t believe Chu Fei would dare embarrass him in front of everyone.

But—

Chu Fei’s face, still smiling, suddenly grew cold. He set his glass down on the table beside him, glanced disdainfully at Wang Zhenhua, and said, “Wang Zhenhua, I don’t recall us ever being close. What friendship do we have? Are you talking about the friendship from all those times I beat you up?”

“Pfft—”

“Ha—cough, cough—”

Chu Fei’s words made several classmates nearly burst out laughing, even a couple of Wang Zhenhua’s own cronies. They quickly turned away, struggling to keep straight faces. After all, Chu Fei was right—the only “friendship” he had with Wang Zhenhua was the endless beatings in high school.

Wang Zhenhua’s face alternated between red and white, completely infuriated. He hadn’t expected things to turn out like this. Chu Fei’s look of contempt reminded him all too much of those days in high school, staring down at him from above after knocking him to the floor. His anger flared even hotter. Gnashing his teeth, he spat, “Chu Fei, who do you think you are? You think this is still high school? You think I, Wang Zhenhua, am still afraid of you? Believe me, I could snap my fingers and you’d be dead a hundred times over! You’d better drink that glass, or this isn’t over between us!”

With that, Wang Zhenhua tore away all pretense, showing his true colors.

Chu Fei’s gaze suddenly turned icy. He took a step toward Wang Zhenhua, a cold smile on his lips. “Oh? You could have me killed? Well, do you believe I could kill you right now?”

Startled, Wang Zhenhua instinctively retreated several steps before regaining his composure. His face burned with humiliation, and looking up to see Chu Fei’s scornful expression, his rage only grew. “Chu Fei, do you really think you were something back in school? You think everyone was afraid of you? Hah! If you hadn’t sweet-talked Duanmu Jing into sticking by your side, you’d have been nothing, you penniless nobody!”

Chu Fei’s pupils contracted sharply.

Anyone who knew him would recognize this as a sign he was about to lose his temper.

He was furious—because the name Duanmu Jing was forbidden in his heart.

Oblivious, Wang Zhenhua thought he’d hit a nerve and grew even more arrogant, shouting, “You’re lucky you weren’t a complete idiot—after Duanmu Jing dumped you, you disappeared. If you’d stuck around, you’d have been beaten to death by now! I really don’t get it—what did she ever see in someone like you?”

“Whose eyes are you calling blind?”

A cold, cutting voice suddenly rang out at the entrance...