He slammed his palm on the tabletop, sending the steak flying. Lin Feng's steel knife moved with blinding speed, too fast for the eye to follow.
In the next second, the steak was sliced into small pieces and fell onto the plate.
Shen Nan clapped his hands. "Mr. Lin is truly a hidden master, excellent knife skills."
As he spoke, he picked up a piece of steak with his own knife and began slicing it rapidly.
While his knife skills were not as swift and sharp as Lin Feng's, they were still impressive. At the very least, he managed to cut the steak into small pieces.
"Not bad, it looks like brother Shen Nan also plays with knives often!"
Lin Feng's remark immediately opened the floodgates for Shen Nan, who replied with a hint of arrogance, "Naturally. I was a mercenary abroad and fought on battlefields. Playing with knives is the most basic skill."
"Thinking back, that period was the most unforgettable time of my life."
A pensive look flickered across Shen Nan's eyes.
"Impressive, a mercenary who fought on battlefields, a true man!"
"Battlefields aren't for everyone. Having such experiences is truly worth cherishing."
Lin Feng intentionally praised him.
Shen Nan became even more animated, eager to show off in front of Ling Feiyan.
"Miss Ling, you might not understand battlefields. While it's memorable, it's exactly as Mr. Lin said, not everyone can go. People die there every day. A comrade you chatted with last night could be riddled with bullets by tomorrow."
"In the hail of bullets, very few people survive. I am fortunate to have survived and witnessed its brutality!"
Shen Nan smiled slightly. These words, if spoken to a young girl, would surely make her a fanatical admirer of Shen Nan.
However, Ling Feiyan was no naive girl. She had seen far more bloodshed than Shen Nan.
Moreover, the Lin Feng before her was the King of Mercenaries. Shen Nan's talk of battlefields in front of Lin Feng was like a candle next to the sun.
Shen Nan, unaware of Lin Feng's status as the King of Mercenaries, arrogantly asked, "Mr. Lin, have you ever been to the battlefield? With your skills, you would truly have a place to shine on the battlefield!"
"No, how could I dare to go to the battlefield! I am just an ordinary mortal. Battlefields are such terrifying places; I'm afraid!"
Lin Feng feigned fear, shrinking his head.
"That's a real pity. Battlefields are very character-building. If you had gone, you would surely have fallen in love with that place. Although you face death, it's truly exciting and passionate."
"It's a lifelong regret for a good man not to have experienced a battlefield!"
Shen Nan lamented.
Ling Feiyan wore a strange expression, finding Shen Nan increasingly like a clown.
Lin Feng smiled in disagreement. "Brother Shen Nan, it seems your so-called battlefields are too childish. There's nothing to regret or miss about such places. I guarantee that after one experience of a real battlefield, you wouldn't want a second."
"What do you mean? I wasn't talking about a real battlefield?"
Shen Nan did not quite understand.
"Yes, and no!"
"The battlefields you went to were just two groups of people shooting at each other. The battlefields I speak of involve high-level players exchanging blows, one strike against another, to see who has higher combat power."
"Guns and cannons are like toys there. True powerhouses disdain using guns or cannons; they prefer to tear each other apart with their bare hands."
Lin Feng mused, recalling some past events, and took a sip of his red wine.
"Lin Feng, I've never heard of the battlefield you're describing. Where is it?"
Ling Feiyan's curiosity was piqued. Listening to Lin Feng's description, she felt her understanding of the world was being challenged.
"I think it's from a novel. Where in the world is there such a battlefield, tearing people apart with bare hands, dueling each other? Isn't this like the Hua Shan Tournament in novels?"
Shen Nan chuckled disdainfully, believing Lin Feng was fabricating stories.
"Just because you haven't seen it doesn't mean it doesn't exist!"
"Never mind. For a low-level player like you, you're not worthy of understanding the world of high-level players. It's like playing a lute to a cow."
Lin Feng unceremoniously mocked Shen Nan.
"I'm a low-level player? Mr. Lin, do you look down on me? People need to respect each other. I give you face; you can't refuse to give me face, right?"
Shen Nan's temper flared. Everyone else treated him with deference, but Lin Feng showed him no respect.
He truly disliked this feeling.
"What if I don't give you face? I call you brother Shen Nan out of courtesy. Without that courtesy, what is your Shen family?"
"Don't think you're anything just because I'm being polite to you!"
"You can't act cool in front of me!"
Lin Feng did not want to get angry; Shen Nan brought it upon himself.
Why blame anyone when Shen Nan was trying to show off and failed so miserably while discussing battlefields?
"You!"
Shen Nan trembled with anger. Lin Feng was too arrogant.
"Young Master Shen, Mr. Lin is just joking. Please calm down; he didn't mean it like that."
Shen Xinyue immediately held Shen Nan's hand. She knew how formidable Lin Feng was and didn't want to escalate the situation.
"Young Master Shen, I also advise you not to argue with this fellow. This guy is not as simple as you think. Perhaps, what he said is true."
Ling Feiyan kindly advised him.
Having known Lin Feng for so long, she understood him to some extent.
Although Lin Feng could be outrageously arrogant at times, he truly possessed the strength to back it up.
She herself was the biggest testament to that.