This question wasn’t just of interest to him, but also to the few people behind him.
They knew that the nearest small city was several hundred kilometers away from this little village.
Even if the person before them had a way to bring all these people over, it wasn’t certain if they would be accepted.
Chen Fan looked at him for two seconds before slowly spitting out a few words.
"What does this have to do with you?"
The smile on the Yan Monarch’s face instantly froze.
As one of the top A-level Awakened, it had been a long time since anyone dared to speak to him in such a tone.
"You, do you know who you’re talking to right now!"
Behind him, a middle-aged man glared angrily at Chen Fan and said, "This is the Yan Monarch! A Quasi-S-Class Awakened! Do you comprehend the weight of those words?!"
"Quasi-S-Class Awakened?"
Chen Fan squinted his eyes slightly.
"That’s right."
A young woman snorted coldly, her face full of pride. "A Quasi-S-Class Awakened refers to an Awakened who is very likely to break through from A-level to S-Class. In our entire Yan Country, there are definitely no more than five people with this title, and our Yan Monarch is one of them, the strongest among them."
"Even those three, our Yan Monarch can often meet them. How dare you speak to the Yan Monarch like this? Do you want to die?"
"Apologize to the Yan Monarch immediately!"
The other few people also shouted angrily.
"Is that so?"
What they did not expect was that after saying so much, the other party actually revealed a smile on their face.
"What a grand display, huh? Not even an S-Class Awakened yet, and you’re already acting so arrogantly. If you really became one, what then?"
Chen Fan looked at them.
So what if it’s Quasi-S-Class?
In the end, it’s still not S-Class, right?
Even if he’s not a match, he can still escape.
Besides, who knows who will win and who will lose?
"You!"
The few were instantly so angered their lungs were about to explode.
They wanted to act but suddenly realized that they might not be a match for the person in front of them...
Reluctantly, all they could do was shift their gaze to the person involved.
The Yan Monarch snorted from his nose, speaking slowly, "Over the years, some cultists have often disguised themselves as good people, luring civilians and bringing them to their hideouts to be brutally killed."
His gaze moved downward, and he saw many people heading towards the center from all directions.
Then, he looked back at Chen Fan, "I just asked where you were taking these people to confirm whether or not you were a cultist. But instead of answering, you dodged the question. Could it be that I guessed correctly?"
"What? A cultist?"
"This guy is a cultist?"
"Damn it, he almost fooled us! I knew it, why else would he be so eager to rescue these people? Turns out, he wants to offer them to the Evil God!"
"Boy, you’re too despicable!"
Instantly, the few people became agitated and started accusing Chen Fan.
Only Sun Jing remained silent, looking timidly at Chen Fan.
She felt that this person might not be as her comrades described.
"If you are so concerned about the safety of these civilians, why didn’t you act before I arrived?"
Chen Fan countered.
The few people’s faces turned red in unison.
Although they were all human, in their view, they were effectively two different species.
Forget a few hundred civilians, even if tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of civilians died in front of them, they wouldn’t bother to take a second look.
On the contrary, if all the ordinary people in Yan Country were dead, and only Awakened were left, it would actually be a good thing.
Because that would mean humanity had evolved again, becoming a higher species.
"We, we just arrived as well."
Someone quickly responded.
"Yes, yes, we were just about to act when you came and got ahead of us."
"Is that so?"
Chen Fan sneered.
Seeing it’s pointless to argue, he leaped toward the center of the village.
Seeing this, the few people displayed victorious postures.
"This kid is definitely feeling guilty."
"That’s right, why else would he run away?"
"Didn’t expect it at all, that guy is really a cultist. I thought he was a decent person before."
"Aren’t all cultists like this? Good at disguising themselves. If it weren’t for the Yan Monarch’s sharp mind, we would all be fooled."
"Yes, yes."
The few people all put on fawning expressions as they looked towards the latter.
The latter’s mouth curled slightly, seemingly a bit pleased.
"Yan Monarch," a man asked with a smile, "Since we’ve confirmed that person is a cultist, should we act and capture him?"
The Yan Monarch suddenly turned his head, glancing sharply.
"Are you teaching me how to do things?"
"No, no, definitely not."
The man was immediately terrified, breaking into a cold sweat, and flailing his hands, "Yan, Yan Monarch, you misunderstood, you misunderstood. I wouldn’t dare teach you how to do things. I was just, just saying casually. Please, don’t take it to heart."
The rest of the people were also scared stiff.
Offending the Yan Monarch doesn’t mean death.
But the result would be ten times worse than death.
The Yan Monarch slowly looked in the direction of Chen Fan, frowning slightly.
This person gave him an inscrutable feeling.
If a fight really broke out, he didn’t have absolute confidence.