Master Head of the Dragon Soul novel Chapter 2

It was at the international airport of Jiangling City.

“Quick, quick!”

“Disperse, disperse!”

Over 45 men in black sprinted to the express lane and evacuated the crowds. All of them looking respectful but serious, as if a formidable enemy was coming.

With a loud rumble, an eighteen-car entourage of exclusively Maybach cars showed up immediately after, clearing the path on both sides to make way for a luxurious, extra-long Lincoln limousine in the middle, which sped down the road with intimidating arrogance.

The passers-by all went wild, taking photos and admiring the spectacle while also frantically gossiping among themselves in the electrifying atmosphere. Good lord, who was this bigshot who’d arrived in Jiangling? What a grand welcome!

Meanwhile, in the back seat of the luxury Lincoln limousine, Chu Feng was seated there in a tattered camouflage uniform and slippers as he swirled the premium Bordeaux red wine in his glass, his outfit a sore thumb among the grand entourage. “Whoo, this car is so comfortable to sit in. It’s so many times better than that cold stool I’ve been sitting on. After three years in that godforsaken place in the North Pole, I’m finally living some semblance of a life. How nice.”

Keeping a low profile had never been Chu Feng’s style. As the God of War and an esteemed general, he must act in a way befitting the title’s grandiosity and the confidence it inspires! Besides, Chu Feng figured Qin Shihuang was getting old and he was childless, so what if the old man kicked the bucket before someone could spend his fortune? As his subordinate, Chu Feng arguably had the responsibility of bearing this important burden.

“Ah, Jiangling, a city full of memories.” Chu Feng squinted at the view rushing by his window, the memories flooding back into his mind. As he stretched, he glanced at the driver and asked, “Are you one of the old Marshal’s men, brother?”

“Y-Yes, Dragon Head, sir!” The man was so overwhelmed upon seeing the legendary Dragon Soul’s God of War that he stumbled over his words and yelled seriously. “I’m Luo Gang! Current rank and position as a Colonel and second-in-command of the Jiangling territory, sir. I—”

“Just keep these titles in mind, there’s no need to report to me. I’m already retired anyway,” Chu Feng waved and interrupted him.

“You’ll always be the Dragon Soul’s God of War to me! Besides, the country only revoked your military authority so technically, you’re still a general,” Luo Gang’s expression was determined and enthusiastic as he continued. “The old Marshal has made it clear that we should be ready to help should you encounter any problems in Jiangling. Of course, he won’t tolerate and extravagant spending, so the costs of all these car rentals today will be deducted from your military pension—”

“That old fox!” Chu Feng rolled his eyes begrudgingly, his hard-earned sense of gratitude dissipating in an instant. “Let’s go! I want to see my daughter!”

“Yes, sir.”

Chu Feng gripped his photo. His heart melted at the sight of the chubby girl with her bright, angelic smile. Daddy’s coming home, my good girl. Wait for me!

“You silly woman. Why did you do such a thing?” Chu Feng stroked the image of the mother and daughter in the photo, his guilt worsening to the point of being painful as he looked at their beautiful smiles.

“But this will soon be over!” Chu Feng took a deep breath, his eyes expressing his disdain for the world. “Because I’m home now. From now on, no one can harm you both, not even God himself!”

He fondly touched the photo of them again and took another deep breath, readying himself to give his woman and his daughter a big hug!

But at the last moment, he stopped in his tracks and began worrying; would the two of them really accept him?

After five whole minutes of hesitation, a pebble struck Chu Feng’s head out of nowhere with a resounding smack.

“Hey, creep! What are you loitering outside our house for?” A high-pitched voice screeched, causing Chu Feng to furrow his brow.

When he turned around, he saw a four- or five-year-old girl in a pretty princess dress and pigtails, fuming at him with large, beady eyes and a wary glare. Could it be...?