Chapter 292: Chapter 232: A Genius’s World, Mortals Don’t Interfere
"Never use the logic of mortals to define the limits of a genius."
Han Feng’s voice wasn’t loud, yet it landed like a sharp slap across the faces of every expert in the room.
"You spent five years making this pile of trash.
And now you’re telling me this is science?
No, this is a waste.
What you call rigor is just an excuse for your own mediocrity."
Wu Zhen’s face flushed the color of a cooked liver. He wanted to retort, but he found he couldn’t come up with the words.
In the face of absolute data and facts, any justification was pale and powerless.
Han Feng stood up, pushing the proposal—which was now altered beyond recognition—to the center of the table.
"From now on, throw out all that outdated junk in your heads.
Everyone will follow this new plan, strictly.
I want to see the prototype complete its first ground test within one month."
"One month?!"
Engineer Ma cried out, "That’s absolutely impossible! Just relaying the Energy conduits will take half a month!"
"That was your old pace."
Han Feng shot him a cold glance.
"If any of you feel you can’t keep up, or don’t want to cooperate, you can get the hell out right now.
The door’s right there."
Domineering.
Tyrannical.
Utterly merciless.
"Han Feng! You’ve gone too far!"
Finally, someone couldn’t take it anymore.
It was one of Wu Zhen’s star pupils, a man named Zhao Gang. He was the project team’s administrative deputy head, and his Cultivation was at the Enlightenment Realm Middle Stage.
He slammed his hand on the table and shot to his feet, pointing a finger at Han Feng’s nose as he cursed:
"You little brat, Han! We give you the title of consultant, and you actually start thinking you’re somebody important.
"Remember, you’re just a consultant, not the project director!
By what right are you giving orders here? And now you want to kick us out?
"Even if you have a powerful backer, you can’t be this lawless!
This is the Celestial Craft Group, not your one-man show!"
Zhao Gang’s shout gave voice to what many people were thinking.
Although Han Feng had stunned them with his technical expertise, his attitude of shitting all over them from on high was something these proud and arrogant experts simply could not accept.
Han Feng turned his head and looked at Zhao Gang.
He didn’t speak. He didn’t move.
It was just a look.
VMMMM!
An invisible wave instantly enveloped Zhao Gang.
It was Divine Sense.
At a staggering 2025 Hertz, it was Spiritual Power comparable to that of a Tier Four Grandmaster, and it morphed into an invisible sledgehammer that smashed violently down upon Zhao Gang’s Sea of Consciousness.
The arrogant expression on Zhao Gang’s face instantly froze.
In his Perception, the Han Feng before him disappeared. In his place stood a primordial Fierce Beast that had crawled out from a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
Those eyes held not a shred of human emotion, only pure, suffocating killing intent.
"Ugh... ah..."
Zhao Gang’s hands clamped around his own throat. His eyes rolled back into his head, and his throat issued a wheezing gasp like a broken bellows.
THUMP!
As if his bones had been removed, he collapsed limply back into his chair. A cold sweat instantly soaked through his clothes, and he looked as though he’d just been fished out of the water.
Fear.
A bone-deep fear.
He felt as if he had just paid a visit to the Ghost Gate.
Even when facing those high-ranking, powerful council members, he had never felt such terrifying pressure.
’The rumors are true...’
’This gentle, refined-looking young man is a demon king who kills without batting an eye!’
In the conference room, everyone stared as Zhao Gang, who had been aggressive just a second before, suddenly slumped in his chair like a dead fish. Their eyes went wide as they held their breath, their gazes blank, completely baffled as to what had occurred.
But soon, they connected the dots: Han Feng’s seemingly unremarkable glance, and the rumors they had been hearing about him lately.
When they put it all together, they immediately realized that the Han Feng before them was likely even more terrifying than the rumors suggested.
This was a true god of slaughter!
Everyone looked in terror from Zhao Gang, who was as limp as mud, to the expressionless Han Feng.
Most of them were researchers. When had they ever witnessed a scene like this?
This was a complete domination born of absolute power.
"Does anyone else have an opinion?"
Han Feng withdrew his gaze, his tone still level.
No one dared to speak.
If a single glance could reduce an Enlightenment Realm Middle Stage Martial Artist to this state, they, a bunch of research weaklings, would probably be stared to death on the spot.
"Good."
Han Feng tapped the table. "I’ve given you the plan. I’ll be here at eight o’clock every morning to check on your progress.
Any technical problems, bring them directly to me.
I don’t want to hear about any delays caused by ’not understanding’ or ’not knowing how’."
After saying his piece, he didn’t even bother to spare the group another glance before turning and walking out of the conference room.
Only after Han Feng’s back had completely disappeared down the hallway did the suffocating pressure in the conference room slowly begin to dissipate.
"Haaaah... haaah..."
Someone was panting heavily, only then realizing their back was soaked with sweat.
"Th-That’s Han Feng?"
A young researcher wiped away his sweat, his voice trembling.
"So terrifying... For a second there, I felt like my heart was going to stop."
"He dominates us in technical skill and in martial power... Is he even going to let the rest of us live?"
The team of experts, who had been united in their desire to put Han Feng in his place, were now in a state of utter panic.
Many of the mid-level researchers exchanged glances, already thinking about backing down.
This Han Feng not only had the backing of Chen Beixuan and the council, but he was a monster in his own right.
If his power was already this terrifying now, what would he be like in another couple of years?
Moreover, they’d heard he had saved the children of many major families in the Suspended Mountain Secret Realm. Once those debts of gratitude began to mature, his future standing in East Sea City would be absolutely boundless.
’Was it really worth offending such a ruthless man with limitless potential, just to protect a bit of Wu Zhen’s pride?’
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