The Path To The Goodhood-Chapter 13: A Mercenary’s Arrogance

"And why is that?" he asked, his curiosity piqued.

She gazed at him with an air of superiority, her expression bordering on arrogance. "Because we are the Guild ruled by the illustrious Mercenary King, William Walker," she declared. "He is the third strongest person in this world, and his reputation precedes him. Everyone knows of his unparalleled prowess. When it comes to a warrior's willpower, no one can match him."

She paused, taking a deep breath before continuing. "He is a visionary who turns the impossible into reality. His unwavering determination and unrelenting passion inspire awe in those who follow him."

Feng Yun raised a hand, interrupting her enthusiastic monologue. "Alright, I understand. He's the strongest, and that's why the entire kingdom, including the nobles and royalty, tread carefully around him. That's why your guild is fearless."

She sighed, her expression softening. "Forgive me for boasting about our Mercenary King. I got carried away. May I ask you something, if you don't mind?"

He narrowed his eyes. "Go ahead."

She tilted her head, curiosity shining in her gaze. "Young master, as I mentioned earlier, everyone knows of the Mercenary King, from children to the elderly. But you seem unaware of him and other common knowledge. Why is that?"

A smirk played on his lips. "Because I've been living under a rock."

She frowned slightly, unsure what to make of his enigmatic response. Their gazes locked, and sensing her confusion, he nodded politely. "Please wait here for a moment. I'll speak with the manager to sign your paperwork. He'll issue your guild membership license."

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With a courteous nod, he dismissed her. She turned and walked away, and as soon as she was out of earshot, Feng Yun glanced at his right, where two women sat at a nearby table, their eyes fixed intently on him.

He sighed inwardly. "Having a handsome face is more trouble than it's worth. In my past life, I lived in the shadows. Now, everywhere I go, women look at me like I'm prey, and men glare at me as if I'm a fragile doll they want to break. I need to invest in a mask."

Just as he lost himself in thought, a figure loomed over him. A man with a chiseled physique, rippling with muscle, approached from the right. His blood-red eyes blazed with hostility, his aura pressing down like an unsheathed blade. Though his features were unremarkable, his presence demanded attention.

Feng Yun didn't react, but inwardly, he scoffed. "What's this musclehead's problem? Why is he glaring at me like I stole his woman, burned his house, and spat on his ancestors?"

The man sneered. "Hey, pretty boy. Who are you ogling? Not my girls, I hope? You should know I'm a D-rank mercenary, and if I catch you staring at them again, I'll gouge out your eyeballs and play with them like marbles. You hear me, Pretty Boy?"

The surrounding crowd chuckled, and the nickname "Pretty Boy" spread like wildfire. Laughter echoed through the hall, fueling the mercenary's arrogance.

He puffing up his chest, thought, "Thank goodness he's a weakling. I can finally show my girls that I'm the stronger one. Who needs a pretty face when you have brute strength?" He chuckled to himself, feeling a sense of superiority.

Finally, he turned his gaze toward the man, his eyes filled with amusement and disdain. "What the hell are you yapping about? Did your parents drop dead the moment you were born? Because it's obvious they never taught you how to speak—or how to keep your damn face out of someone else's space. Now, who the fuck are you?"

The man's face turned beet red with rage. "You got a death wish, boy?" he growled, his aura flaring dangerously.

The room tensed, mercenaries watching with anticipation. But before anything escalated further, one of the women from earlier stepped forward, placing a calming hand on the man's arm. "Jeez, Shuan, stop it already! He wasn't ogling us—we were staring at him. Just let it go."

Her words should have ended the confrontation. Instead, they fueled Shuan's anger. His aura surged, his fury twisting his expression into something ugly. "You're taking his side? First, he insults my parents, and now you're telling me you were openly flirting with him? What if I hadn't been here today? Would you have already thrown yourselves at him?"

Feng Yun remained calm, watching the scene unfold with detached amusement. Shuan's anger amused him—such an insignificant thing, a man blinded by insecurity and misplaced pride.

Then, just as he was about to unleash his Killing Intent, something above caught his attention. His gaze shifted upwards, his expression unreadable.

Shuan, misinterpreting the gesture as further disrespect, sneered. "Now you're ignoring me? You're dead meat."

With a menacing stride, he advanced, ready to strike.

But before he could land a blow—

A massive surge of aura erupted, sending everyone in the room tumbling to the ground.

Silence fell.

And Feng Yun smirked.