Strongest Medical Saint

Chapter 305 Why Must You Force Me

Seeing Shen Feng agree, Panite's face blossomed with a smile, respectfully opening the car door for him.

About an hour and some passed as they traveled.

Panite drove the vehicle to the entrance of an estate of enormous expanse.

The security guard at the entrance allowed them through immediately after seeing Panite's license plate.

This was the home of the Bloodflame Association's President Dilio. Originally the meal had been set to take place at the Bloodflame Association, but just now, on the road, Panite had received a text message from Siali instructing him to drive directly to this estate.

Within this estate, there were many standalone villas, and Panite's car stopped in front of the largest one.

Upon arriving at Dilio's estate, Panite's expression gradually changed, the respectful smile no longer on his face.

Shen Feng opened the rear car door himself.

Panite said, "Master, the president of the Bloodflame Association is waiting inside to dine with you. The purple crystal from the photo is in the president's hands. You have saved my life before, and the president is also very interested in you, wanting to be friends. I think this dinner will surely be most enjoyable."

Shen Feng didn't even glance at Panite. He was here solely for the Divine Secret Treasures, otherwise he would not have wasted his time!

Panite saw that Shen Feng ignored him completely. Watching the other's figure walk into the villa's main hall, a sinister smile appeared on his lips, a disdainful look flashing across his eyes.

People change. Back when he was in Huaxia, Panite had been genuinely respectful towards Shen Feng, but since returning to America, as the Immortal Flavor Liquid brought him more and more power and he interacted with increasingly important personages, his true nature had changed.

After Shen Feng walked into the villa's hall.

He saw a long table set within the hall, covered with various Western dishes, and a foreign man between his forties and fifties sat at the head, elegantly cutting a piece of steak.

This foreign man had a vicious scar on his forehead, resembling a centipede that was chilling to behold.

As the president of the Bloodflame Association, Dilio held considerable prestige within the local gangs, which of course was inseparable from his strength. A formidable Ultra-capable Grandmaster, his prowess was equivalent to an Innate cultivator at the Middle Stage.

Siali stood by Dilio's side with utmost respect, not paying attention to Shen Feng's entrance. After Dilio finished the steak in his mouth, she handed him a napkin.

After wiping his mouth, Dilio looked up at Shen Feng and spoke in Huaxia's language, "A distant guest is always welcome, please take a seat!"

Dilio glanced at Panite and said, "Try talking some sense into your benefactor and lay things out plainly!"

Upon hearing this,

Panite wore a teasing smile, "Shen Feng, to be honest with you, we really don't know where the Divine Secret Treasures are, but it is said that this crystal is similar to what's inside. The crystal, merely the size of a fingernail, doesn't do much for our president in terms of energy."

"Our president actually wanted to have a nice chat with you. Wouldn't it be nice to comply? Our president doesn't like to resort to violence. Just hand over the Immortal Flavor Liquid formula, and the Huaxia Country market will still be yours."

"I was once naive, but thinking back on it, your strength is utter trash. There are many in the Bloodflame Association stronger than you. From the moment I opened the car door for you at the hotel and called you 'Grandmaster' so many times, consider it me repaying my debt."

"Just hand over the formula for the Immortal Flavor Liquid now! Save yourself from the unnecessary pain."

This time, Dilio promised that if Shen Feng were willing to give up the Immortal Flavor Liquid formula, he would get to sit as the Vice President of the Bloodflame Association. There are totally five vice presidents in the Bloodflame Association, and conveniently, there is a vacancy for one vice president right now.

Dilio and Siali fixed their gaze on Shen Feng, and when they saw him continuing to walk towards the exit of the hall, their faces filled with scornful smiles.

At this, Dilio nodded towards Drus, who was guarding the door.

Drus's body immediately erupted with a powerful aura. As Shen Feng approached step by step, Drus's hands swiftly reached out toward Shen Feng's arms, intending to tear them off directly while cursing Shen Feng in English, presumably calling him trash.

Ripping off just the arms was nothing, as long as Shen Feng didn't die, they could still extract the formula for the Immortal Flavor Liquid from him.

Seeing this, Dilio shook his head; he really only wanted to peacefully obtain the formula for the Immortal Flavor Liquid, but since Shen Feng was so disobedient, he would soon lose his arms and, after a taste of suffering, he would likely become more compliant!

Suddenly, Drus's hands viciously grabbed Shen Feng's arms, his face twisted with a cruel and triumphant smile, his hands straining to tear off Shen Feng's arms. However, his expression drastically changed. What he thought would be easy became impossible as he exerted more and more force and found the arms not budging. A sense of panic struck him; known for his formidable strength and referred to as 'the human tank,' just what was up with this young man?

His face turned beet red as he maximized his strength, emitting a hoarse roar from his throat, "Ah~"

Unfortunately for him, Shen Feng remained indifferent. With a helpless shake of his head, his shoulders, which were being grasped, gave a slight shrug.

"Snap! Snap!"

Instead of Shen Feng's arms, it was Drus's arms that inexplicably fell to the floor, warm blood spurting from his severed limbs.

Shen Feng turned to look at Dilio and the others, saying, "Why must you force my hand? Wouldn't it have been better to just let me leave quietly?"