God Slayer: Make Up for the Past

The struggle in the flower artist's eyes lasted only a moment. The next second, fierceness once again occupied her pupils. She roared and rushed towards Chu Feng again. Chu Feng did not dare to be careless and had to swing his sword to resist again.

Director Ke, who was hiding in the corner, turned pale with fear upon seeing this. He trembled and said to Manager Ye, "Mr. Ye...Mr. Ye, what...what is going on? How did the flower artist become like this?"

Agent Ye pretended to be calm and patted Director Ke on the shoulder, comforting him, "Director Ke, don't worry, this is just a small accident. I have called a professional team to handle it, and it will be resolved soon." However, his eyes occasionally glanced at reporter Lu not far away, and a barely noticeable arc appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Reporter Lu hid behind the crowd, his camera flashing non-stop. He focused his lens on Chu Feng, who was struggling with the flower artist, carefully avoiding the artist's ferocious face and attacking movements, capturing only the image of Chu Feng brandishing the peach wood sword. He was secretly delighted. This was big news! An unknown young man actually attacked a popular actress on the set. Just thinking about this headline was enough to make it shocking!

The "click, click" sound of the shutters was particularly harsh in the chaotic studio. Chu Feng vaguely sensed something, but he had no time to care about it now. He could only focus on dealing with the flower artist's attack.

Soon, the "professional team"—several strong men in black—arrived at the scene. Without further ado, they rushed forward and subdued the florist. Seeing the florist subdued, Chu Feng breathed a sigh of relief, and the peach wood sword in his hand drooped limply.

However, the story didn't end there. The next day, the headlines on major entertainment websites were dominated by the same news: "Shocking! Popular Actress Attacked on Set by Mysterious Man with Weapon!" The accompanying photo was a photo taken by reporter Lu of Chu Feng "attacking" the florist. After some editing and processing, Chu Feng appeared particularly ferocious, while the florist looked like a helpless victim.

As soon as the news came out, public opinion exploded. Netizens criticized Chu Feng one after another, and all kinds of ugly insults filled the Internet.

"Who is this person? How dare he attack our Huahua!"

"It's horrible! This is absolutely insane!"

"The murderer must be severely punished! And justice must be served!"

Chu Feng looked at the online comments and felt a surge of anger in his heart. He was clearly saving people, but he was portrayed as an unforgivable criminal! This feeling of being wronged made him feel extremely aggrieved and angry.

Pan Yue patted Chu Feng on the shoulder and said in a deep voice, "Don't read it. These are all reports taken out of context. The truth will come out sooner or later."

Chu Feng helplessly put down his phone, his heart filled with helplessness and confusion. He knew that if he wanted to prove his innocence, he had to find evidence. But where was the evidence?

At this moment, Pan Yue suddenly said, "Wait, I think I thought of something..." He picked up his phone, quickly searched for something, then looked up and said to Chu Feng, "Look at this..."

Pan Yue handed Chu Feng his phone. The screen displayed a video, the very same surveillance footage from the chaos on the set yesterday. Although the angle wasn't perfect, one could vaguely make out the artist's ferocious face and attacking movements, as well as Chu Feng's desperate attempts to defend himself.

"I got this from the security on the set," Pan Yue explained. "Although it's not very clear, it's enough to prove that you didn't attack the artist, but she attacked you."

Chu Feng's eyes lit up. This was exactly the evidence he needed! He immediately uploaded the video online, captioning it: "The truth is here. Please distinguish right from wrong!"

As soon as the video was released, it immediately attracted the attention of netizens. Some netizens who were originally skeptical of Chu Feng began to waver, and they left messages expressing their hope to learn more about the truth.

"So that's how it is! We've all been deceived!"

"This video looks real, there's something really wrong with the flower artist."

"Why did reporter Lu take this out of context? There must be something fishy going on here!"

Seeing the shift in public opinion, Chu Feng felt a little more at ease. He knew this was only the first step, and he needed more evidence to fully prove his innocence.

However, when Agent Ye saw that public opinion was in favor of Chu Feng, instead of restraining himself, he accused Chu Feng even more unscrupulously.

"This video is fake!" Manager Ye said righteously in an interview. "Chu Feng has ulterior motives. He deliberately created chaos to hype himself! We flower artists are the real victims!"

As Manager Ye spoke, he secretly winked at Reporter Lu. Reporter Lu immediately understood and began spreading new rumors online, claiming that Chu Feng deliberately created this "attack" in order to get close to the flower artist.

Chu Feng's efforts seemed to have failed, and public opinion once again turned against him. Manager Ye, seeing his plan succeed, was secretly delighted. He was plotting how to further exploit this incident and completely remove the florist from the evil spirit incident, but he had no idea that this was playing into the hands of Ding, the evil spirit's mastermind. From the shadows, Ding watched all this unfold, a sinister smile playing on his face. He needed a scapegoat, and Chu Feng was his ideal choice.

Chu Feng clenched his fists, knowing he couldn't just sit there and wait for death. He had to find more conclusive evidence to turn the tide. He closed his eyes, concentrated, and activated his ability to rewind time. Time briefly flowed back, and Chu Feng returned to the moment when Reporter Lu took the photo. This time, he deliberately avoided Reporter Lu's camera and clearly captured the flower artist attacking him.

Chu Feng opened his eyes and found his phone in his hand. On it was the video he had just filmed, clearly capturing the flower artist's ferocious expression and attacking movements. This time, there was no room for doubt. He uploaded the video online with the caption, "This is the truth! Manager Ye, what else do you have to say?"

As soon as the video was released, public opinion shifted again, with more and more people beginning to believe Chu Feng and condemning the despicable actions of Agent Ye and Reporter Lu. Seeing this sudden reversal, Agent Ye panicked. He pointed at Chu Feng and angrily shouted, "You! You're slandering me! Security! Get him out!"

Several security guards immediately surrounded Chu Feng, trying to drive him away. But Chu Feng didn't back down. He stared coldly at Manager Ye and said word by word, "I'll say it again, the florist is possessed by an evil spirit! You're only harming her by doing this!"

Manager Ye sneered, "Evil spirit? How ridiculous! Who do you think you are? Playing tricks!"

Chu Feng took a deep breath, a look of determination flashing in his eyes. He pulled out a document from his pocket and slapped it on the table... "Take a look at this. Can you tell me again?"

The document slammed against the table with a resounding sound, and the smile on Agent Ye's face instantly froze. The bright red seal, the striking words "Night Watch," struck everyone present like a thunderbolt, shocking them all. The security guards looked at each other, their outstretched hands frozen in mid-air, unsure what to do. They were just ordinary security guards; how could they have ever seen such a scene? The Night Watch, a special unit dedicated to handling supernatural incidents, wielded immense power.

"Night watchman?" Manager Ye stuttered as he repeated the three words, his face turning pale. He had originally thought Chu Feng was just an ordinary young man who could be manipulated at will, but he had never expected him to be a night watchman! This instantly wiped out his previous arrogance, replaced by deep fear.

Chu Feng stared at Agent Ye coldly and said word by word, "Now, do you still think I'm playing tricks?"

Manager Ye's lips trembled, but he couldn't utter a word. He had originally intended to use this incident to hype the florist, but he hadn't expected to hit a wall. He secretly glanced at the florist and found that she was looking at Chu Feng with a complicated expression, that contained both gratitude and... a subtle hint of charm.

At this moment, the evil spirit aura surrounding the florist suddenly weakened, and the fierceness in her eyes gradually faded, replaced by a hint of clarity. She glanced around blankly, as if she had not yet fully regained consciousness. When her eyes fell on Chu Feng, a flicker of gratitude flashed in them, a hint of charm and trust in them that moved Chu Feng's heart. This brief moment of clarity was like a fleeting flash in the pan, fleeting. Soon, the florist's eyes became blurry again, and the evil spirit's aura once again enveloped her.

Chu Feng knew it wasn't time to let his guard down. Although he had clarified some of the facts, the pressure from public opinion remained immense. While Agent Ye was intimidated, he certainly wouldn't give up. Furthermore, the manipulator, Ding Xieling, hiding in the shadows, was the true mastermind behind the scenes and Chu Feng's greatest enemy.

Chu Feng put away his ID, looked around, and said in a deep voice, "The florist needs professional treatment. I will contact the Night Watch headquarters to send someone to pick her up. As for you..." He glanced sharply at Agent Ye and Reporter Lu, "I will continue to investigate this matter. If I find that you have concealed anything or deceived me, I will definitely pursue it to the end!"

After saying this, Chu Feng turned and left. He knew that this battle had just begun. He had to face not only Agent Ye and Reporter Lu, but also even more powerful enemies and overwhelming pressure from public opinion.

As night fell, Chu Feng, following clues, tracked down a location possibly connected to Ding Xieling's controller—an abandoned warehouse. The warehouse's door was tightly shut, rusted, and filled with a sinister atmosphere. Chu Feng took a deep breath and slowly pushed the door open... A sharp "creak" shattered the stillness of the night.