4 Chapter 4 Ice Soul Creed_1

"Children, are you hungry?" The mother noticed the eager looks in her two daughters' eyes and asked with concern. Her expression was somewhat gloomy, and with a deep sigh, she took out some crumpled bills from her bag and stood up to leave.

The girls, now of age at 16, understood the hardships of their parents and, with tears welling up in their eyes, held onto their mother saying in unison that they were not hungry.

Feng Yi's thoughts were stirred. Having not experienced parental love from a young age, he was deeply moved by this incredible display of motherly love. The mother smiled and asked her girls to wait for her. She'd be right back.

As she was speaking, the young and beautiful mother left her seat and walked towards the counter. She'd just picked up some food when a tremor ran through the spaceship… It was hit by a high-energy cosmic particle. Thankfully, the simulated gravity field stopped the food from flying around, but it was scattered all over.

Unfortunately, the living conditions in the lower class cabin were harsh and the crowd was mixed. A burly man covered in scars who looked quite unruly, angrily grabbed her by the collar, "Damn woman, your food has dirtied my shoes."

"Sir, this…" The young woman tried to explain, panicking, "I'm really sorry. It was an accident."

While their argument drew attention, no one dared to speak up. The sight of four tattooed fellows sitting beside him was enough to silence anyone. Surrounded by such people, the reality of their situation, living in the lower class cabins, was on full display.

"So, how do you plan to apologise to me?"

"Please let go first." The woman was clearly scared and didn't want any trouble. She offered to clean her mess, but no one seemed to care.

Seeing no one come forward, the scarred man became ever more brash. "Nope." Perhaps he was smitten by her attractiveness because he was now openly flirting with her. Cruelly, he used his foot to grind the food on the floor, and seemed amused by her look of outrage.

At this moment, the woman's husband came forward along with their two daughters. They were shouting "mom" with tears in their eyes, revealing their fear.

There are some things that cannot be tolerated. Despite this, the husband, understanding their predicament, tried to address the man calmly: "My friend, it's not easy for us travelers. She is my…"

Bang! Before he could finish, he was punched to the ground by the scarred man. The unexpected blow was extremely heavy.

"I don't care who you are!"

"Dad!" As his daughters screamed, several other men stood up, backing up the scarred man as he approached the husband again…

Seeing this, the two girls, though frightened, bravely stood in front of their father. The mother also courageously raised her hand to stop the man. "What are you trying to do? Is there no law here? This is a federal territory."

Upon hearing her warning, the men sneered… Maybe they didn't know or didn't care about the severity of their situation, but unless a life was in danger, no one would bother concerning themselves with the fate of those in the lower class cabins on this smuggler's spaceship.

Watching all this, Feng Yi frowned. Life was hard enough for this unfortunate family, and these men were going too far.

"Remember, I am the law here," the scarred man sneered as he reached out to grab the woman…

Zzzz!

Suddenly, a figure blocked him. His movements were so quick and adept that it took everyone by surprise.

The situation left the scarred man momentarily stunned. Looking closely, a handsome, young man with a somewhat laid-back demeanor was standing in front of him.

Caught off guard, the man asked, "Who are you?"

"Me…" Feng Yi lowered his head and pondered and confidently answered, "I am a man who carries forth justice. As for my name... my dream..."

"Enough! I'm asking you, why are you standing in my way?"

"I'm lost."

Lost? The lower decks have only a few hundred square meters of space. Those around were puzzled at his response. Following Feng Yi's gaze, they noticed he'd stepped on Scarface's foot. Even a fool could see that this man was deliberately causing trouble, using 'I'm lost' as an excuse. This bastard was really fucking clever.

Witnessing the current situation, the three women were suddenly moved to tears, their sense of injustice seeming to find an outlet. The environment on colonial planet 103 was harsh enough to be hellish. Who among the inhabitants didn't know of the fearsome reputation of Feng Yi from district 7? His outward appearance concealed his true nature: a hardened warrior who bled on the battlefield, possessing impressive strength and a straightforward temperament. His widely-known icy resolve was precisely why a family of four chose to entrust their fate to him.

Scarface looked down and noticed his foot was still being stepped on. "You did it on purpose!" he exclaimed angrily, throwing a punch. Just as his fist was about to connect, he abruptly pulled back, as if sensing that something bad was about to happen.

Indeed, Feng Yi was radiating an intimidating aura at the moment, like a razor-sharp blade that was motionless but could cause a tremendous uproar once unleashed.

Deciding that this man might be more trouble than he's worth, Scarface withdrew and snarled, "Get lost, unless you want to become a cripple."

"Just another blowhard," Feng Yi dismissed, turning his gaze to the three women, "Aren't you leaving?"

"Yes, Sir...Sir Feng."

The thug saw that this man named Sir Feng wasn't backing down, his eyes revealing an inexplicably murderous aura. With a snarl, he forcefully picked up a 3mm thick steel serving tray and swung it viciously at Feng Yi...

Before Scarface could complete his movements, a gust of wind hit him square in the face. It was only two seconds later that he fully comprehended the situation: a clenched fist, with its extended middle finger penetrating the tray, was inches away from his face.

He couldn't believe that the steel material could be so easily pierced. The rest of the crowd stared in shock as the arm retracting from the tray gave it a jerk, causing a great propulsion that made the tray fly up and hit Scarface squarely in the head.

The onlookers gasped in astonishment!

Feng Yi glanced at them with indifference for several seconds. Seeing that no one intended to step forward, he finally turned around and left.

The fact was, the others were not unwilling or unable to step in, but simply couldn't. One has to know oneself, and facing such a ruthless opponent would surely be disastrous.

Back in his seat, Feng Yi comfortably continued eating his dinner as if nothing had happened.

"Sir Feng, thank you for..."

"Don't mention it." Feng Yi waved his hand motioning the women to keep quiet, while he took a long look at them. Perhaps it was his sympathy talking, but with a sigh, he doled out two bags of compressed biscuits. "Eat sparingly, I don't have much food either."

Thank..." The woman stopped mid-sentence, feeling it was unnecessary. "Sir Feng, what are your plans after we return to Alpha?"

"Call me Feng Yi, not Sir Feng. As for my future plans, let's get through the present first."

"Haha, you're an interesting man."

"Interesting, huh..." Feng Yi spoke noncommittally and shrugged. People often long for the future while being trapped by immediate worries. It's all the same. This might be the difference between a salted fish and a salted fish with grand aspirations.

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