Abyss Summoner-Chapter 238 - 233: Scheming Against Each Other

Between the two of them is a rectangular table that is several steps long, entirely covered with roast goose, roast chicken, and roast suckling pig. In addition, dishes made from fierce beasts are placed at both ends, like stars surrounding the moon, highlighting the host's extraordinary nature.

Even the cutlery they used was made of gold.

Exceptionally rare wine, hardly seen outside, was poured into cups and brought up by beautiful young girls.

The most horrifying sight was after the dishes were arranged neatly, several soldiers brought up a monkey. This monkey was a full two meters tall, ferocious, more terrifying than the average tiger or leopard, but now, its limbs were already broken, its pair of scarlet eyes showing fear, voicing whimpering sounds.

In the center of the long table was a large hole. Several people joined forces to push the monkey's head up through it. Weng Ziqiang took a step forward, holding an iron hammer and struck the monkey's crown, shattering the skull, immediately revealing a mass of white brain matter. With a flick of his left hand, he ladled a spoonful of hot oil over it, and immediately there was a sizzling sound.

The monkey had reached bronze level, its vitality extraordinary, even subjected to this treatment, it was not yet dead, its howls heart-wrenching.

Eating the monkey's brain raw.

If Zhang Xueyuan were to see this scene, he would surely collapse on the spot. These were the beasts he had carefully nurtured, yet to win Chen Feng's favor, Hong Jiuling had used them all as food, a method difficult for ordinary people to understand.

"Brother Chen, I felt an instant connection with you. Let's not talk about the past; this table of dishes is my way to welcome you. Eat, is it not to your taste?" Hong Jiuling looked straight at Chen Feng, speaking slowly.

Testing.

Hong Jiuling was still restless. Besides the table full of fierce beast dishes, he went so far as to cook the monkey alive, with the sole purpose of continuing to press Chen Feng.

When Chen Feng heard Hong Jiuling's words, a sinister expression flickered in his pupils: "You have prepared such a table of dishes, wouldn't it be a waste if I didn't eat?"

Picking up the golden spoon.

Chen Feng cut right into the monkey's head.

"Wow!"

The spoon went down.

A large chunk of the monkey's brain was scooped out.

The monkey let out a pitiful scream.

Chen Feng put the spoon in his mouth, not chewing, swallowing it directly, seeming to enjoy the fresh taste, while pointing at the monkey under the table, "Delicious, but this way is too inconvenient, cut off its head, I want to gorge it!"

Then with a single glance from Hong Jiuling, Weng Ziqiang drew his blade and swung, severing the immense head, the spraying blood unabated, even splattering across the entire table of dishes.

Chen Feng laughed aloud, using the head as a bowl, refusing other dishes, consuming only the monkey's brain, like a devil in human form, sending chills down one's spine.

The sight made the surrounding maidens tremble all over, even with their professional training, they had never seen such a brutal person!

Chen Feng sat there, without a trace of fear on his face throughout, remaining calm as water, retaining his presence even before the ruler of the Qiaodong conservative faction.

Hong Jiuling sat to the side, smiling broadly, no one knowing what he was thinking. The next moment, he picked up a pair of chopsticks, took a piece of bloody meat, directly putting it in his mouth and chewing, showing no resistance, even seeming to relish it.

Thus, as the two went back and forth, the dishes that no one could hardly enjoy, in a short while, were mostly consumed by the two of them.

Chen Feng wiped his mouth, the monkey brain already devoured by him, he looked at Hong Jiuling in front, spoke softly: "Your Excellency certainly has sincerity, the dishes are very delicious, truly a distinguished figure in Qiaodong, preparing such materials could not possibly be accomplished in a short time."

Hong Jiuling leaned back in his chair, as if fearing cold, stuffing his hands into the plush clothing, speaking clearly: "This is nothing, Qiaodong is so large, we only control half of it, the entire Qiaodong and Qiaoxi combined, with hundreds of thousands of people, resources are innumerable. Brother Chen is a wise man, I won't speak in riddles, how about we cooperate to manage here together?"

"Oh? Your Excellency's ambition may be a bit too grand? Apart from you and me, Colonel Feng wouldn't agree so easily!" Chen Feng smiled slightly.

"Haha…"

Hong Jiuling suddenly stood up, although just an ordinary person, his steps supple, like a crocodile lurking in the riverbank, waiting for prey to throw itself into the net.

"Feng Zhiyong relentlessly pursues combat, completely unaware of the principle of recuperation, bound to suffer a great defeat one day, but Brother Chen is not the same, young and promising, certainly not as ignorant. If we join forces, the whole of Qiaodong will be in our pocket, by that time, the lives of hundreds of thousands will be entirely in Brother Chen's grasp, just thinking about it is utterly mesmerizing."

Hong Jiuling's vision was too grand. Chen Feng anticipated the other wanted an accord with him, but did not expect the other would attempt to draw him onto the same boat.

Half of Qiaodong.

This was indeed a massive move!

But Chen Feng understood the future trends, moreover, even if Hong Jiuling racked his brains, he would never imagine, Chen Feng's target was not half of Qiaodong, but the entire Qiaodong, and to gain control here, he had already been arranging matters for some time, how could he abandon this for a little meager benefit midway.

Thinking here, Chen Feng remained neither arrogant nor humble, speaking softly: "The Economic Development Zone has just entered the right track, there are still many preparations to be made, and this matter is of great importance, a slight oversight results in unimaginable consequences, I need some time to think…"

"Awaiting your good news."

Hong Jiuling's eyes shimmered, without pressing, merely watching Chen Feng, thoughts unknown, besides, his gaze occasionally roamed on the Inferior Demon, as if discovering something, revealing a contemplative expression.

What followed was nothing but superficial conversations, everyone participating with a mask of hypocrisy, their intentions varied.

Nightfall.

Surroundings already plunged into darkness, Chen Feng walked out of the mansion, rejecting the warriors' escort, he walked alone, headed home.

What he witnessed today made Chen Feng regard Hong Jiuling in a new light, compared to Feng Zhiyong's firmness, Hong Jiuling acted rashly, disregarding consequences.

An objective evaluation, this person could be considered a hero.

However, for some reason, the moment he saw the other, Chen Feng felt somewhat uncomfortable, as if his spine detested, an innate sensation.

What's going on?

Only today did Chen Feng meet Hong Jiuling for the first time, why this feeling?

Patting the Inferior Demon's head, Chen Feng said: "Did you have any odd feeling inside the room today?"

The Inferior Demon raised its head, its large eyes fixed on Chen Feng, weakly saying: "Dislike…"

Dislike feeling?

Chen Feng's face softened slightly, speaking: "I wasn't talking about that big dumb one at the start, I meant the person sitting in the chair."

The Inferior Demon tilted its head, as if recalling something, after a few seconds, continued saying: "More than dislike, even more dislike…"

The Inferior Demon's response made Chen Feng face it seriously, although usually its focus was on food, at this moment, the fact it neglected food to comment on Hong Jiuling indicated its heart's turmoil.

Something's amiss.

Indeed somewhat amiss.

Though Hong Jiuling was ruthless and unpredictable, he imposed strict discipline, even experts like Li Chiyu and Weng Ziqiang followed rigidly, dare not act rashly.

Besides, Hong Jiuling was adept at persuasion; to win Chen Feng's favor, he would even offer half the city.

Discipline, persuasion, and charisma.

Chen Feng pondered deeply, unsure why, upon seeing Hong Jiuling, an instinctual name came to mind, that was…

Devil!