bioinnovel Chapter 284 was mainly due to good luck.
Chapter 284 was mainly due to good luck.
Rosa sat diagonally opposite Song Chen, resting her chin on her hand, sizing up the newcomer from Great Xia.
She has a keen eye for people; it's an intuition she developed during her year as team leader.
Although the person in front of me was not talkative, he had a relaxed feeling that came from having complete control over his surroundings.
He sat in the restaurant like a large feline dozing in its own territory.
"Did you hear about Song Chen when you were in Daxia?" she asked.
"I've heard some of it."
The female warrior with the ponytail leaned closer: "What is he like in person?"
"Isn't he incredibly handsome? I saw that photo on the news; he looked so charismatic in his armor."
Song Chen glanced at their expressions; these seven people were all young people who had recently graduated from martial arts school.
They must have grown up within the high walls of the base city since birth, falling asleep to the roars of alien beasts, never imagining that one day they could open the window and not see the backs of sea monsters.
So when the battle report said that someone had killed all the Beast Kings, they felt that they should do something to be worthy of this era.
He found it somewhat amusing, but couldn't quite laugh.
"Song Chen isn't as amazing as you guys think. He's just lucky, otherwise he would have died long ago."
Song Chen spoke sincerely, and he knew very well what he had relied on to get to where he was today.
He was quite accepting of it, saying that if it happened, it was fate.
But these words have a different meaning to other people.
The atmosphere at the table suddenly changed.
The bespectacled male warrior, who was adding chili to his seafood rice, stopped eating and tilted his head to look over.
The ponytail-wearing female warrior blinked, her smile still on her face, but the corners of her mouth had begun to droop.
The young man with the shield and sword frowned, placing his fist on the table, clearly dissatisfied with the answer.
Rosa leaned back in her chair, her arms crossed over her chest, and her gaze toward Song Chen shifted from curiosity to scrutiny.
"You're saying Song Chen got to where he is today by luck?" The young man with the shield and sword raised his voice slightly, his dissatisfaction very obvious.
"He is indeed very lucky," Song Chen replied frankly.
"Just lucky? Kid, looks like I'll have to teach you a lesson. Come on, let's have a go and see what gives you the right to say that."
The young man carrying a shield and sword slammed his hand heavily on the table, the sound so loud that people at the next table turned around to look.
"Alvaro, calm down." Rosa raised her hand to stop the young man with the shield and sword from his outburst, her gaze never leaving Song Chen.
"Everyone has their own opinion; he was just expressing his viewpoint. There's no need to get angry."
"But Captain,"
"Alright." Rosa's tone wasn't stern, but the young man with the shield and sword immediately shut up as she spoke.
The table was silent for a few seconds.
Rosa picked up her water glass and took a sip. The ponytail-wearing female warrior secretly glanced at Song Chen, and the enthusiasm on her face clearly cooled down considerably.
The bespectacled martial artist picked up his chopsticks again and started eating, but he would occasionally glance up at the table as if looking at a strange person.
Rosa put down her water glass, about to say something to ease the tension, when her gaze inadvertently swept over Song Chen's fingers.
The hands resting on the table had long, slender fingers, and the skin showed no abnormalities.
But Rosa's pupils contracted slightly. She saw a very faint scar on the inside of Song Chen's wrist, a callus formed by the repeated friction of the knife handle against his wrist after holding the knife for a long time.
She had only ever seen this type of callus on the wrist of her retired fifth-level instructor.
Then she noticed the knife leaning against the table leg.
The scabbard is a standard alloy scabbard, but there is a small wear mark at the end of the scabbard.
Those are the marks left by the blade rubbing against the scabbard mouth countless times when drawing the sword. The worn areas show that the angle at which the user drew the sword was extremely stable, and each draw was precise to the millimeter.
This cannot be explained by talent; it requires repetitive training day after day until muscle memory is deeper than the nervous system.
Her gaze slowly moved upwards, landing once again on Song Chen's face.
This time, she wasn't looking at the facial features, but rather the bone structure.
High brow bone, deep-set eyes, and a strong jawline—this face looks familiar.
She suddenly remembered a note in the battle report she had seen yesterday: Song Chen, Department of Martial Arts, Tianhai University, 1.83 meters tall, preferred weapon: S-class battle sword, Tianjun Blade.
She seemed to understand something, stood up and looked at Song Chen seriously: "Your surname is Song, you are also from Daxia, your build is similar, you are skilled with a knife, and you appeared alone in a small restaurant on the morning after the war in the Canary Islands."
"Do you know what I saw in the battle report this morning? I saw screenshots of Councilor Song's battle footage."
"That person was wearing dark silver armor and holding a knife, which was exactly the same as the knife you have leaning against the table leg."
The table fell completely silent.
The ponytail-wearing female warrior stared at Rosa with her mouth agape, then at Song Chen.
The bespectacled martial artist's chopsticks froze in mid-air, dripping soup from the vegetable leaves.
The anger on the face of the young man with the shield and sword, Alvaro, froze, and his eyes changed from anger to confusion.
Rosa stood up, took a step back, and stood ramrod straight: "Mr. Congressman, I'm sorry, I didn't recognize you just now. My mistake."
The ponytail-wearing female warrior finally came to her senses.
She was stunned at first, then began to ramble incoherently: "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, I just asked him in front of him if he was handsome, I said he had a super strong presence, and I even said he was a bit of a closet pervert, and oh my god, he was sitting right next to me!"
Rosa raised her hand and patted the back of the ponytail-wearing female warrior's head, the force just enough to shut her up.
Then she turned to Song Chen, trying her best to maintain the composure of a team leader.
"Congressman Song, no, Mr. Song Chen, our team members, especially Alvaro, said a lot of things they shouldn't have. We had no idea it was you. We are very sorry."
Alvaro had already jumped up from his chair.
His face turned bright red, and he stood there stiffly, completely unsure of where to put his hands.
He just slammed his fist on the table and yelled at someone who had single-handedly slaughtered twenty sixth-tier beast kings.
He had only one thought in his mind: was there any place on this planet that a sixth-level martial artist couldn't find?
He bowed deeply, so deeply that his forehead almost hit the edge of the table.
"Excuse me, Mr. Congressman."
Song Chen waved his hand: "No need for that, I just came here to have a hot meal."
He looked at the group of young people. Rosa was still trying to maintain her dignity as captain, but her clenched fists betrayed her nervousness.
The ponytail-wearing female warrior's eyes were already red, whether from excitement or embarrassment, it was hard to tell.
The bespectacled warrior was secretly wiping his glasses with his sleeve, while Alvaro remained bent over, refusing to stand up.
"I didn't say anything wrong, I was indeed lucky."
"Without luck, I probably would have died long ago."
Then he reached out and patted Alvaro on the shoulder.
Alvaro shuddered, and when he looked up, his expression was as if he had just been sentenced to death and then pardoned.
"Please sit down."
Alvaro took a deep breath and slowly sat back down in his chair.