Women were merely seasoning, and even the most virtuous among them were but fleeting acquaintances.
Afterward, a sum of money would suffice as a farewell gift from a patron.
Zhao Yunhai was most curious about whether Li Feng would truly become the protagonist.
If possible, could a protagonist be manufactured? This was the core reason for his interest in Li Feng.
Otherwise, for a protagonist of Li Feng’s caliber, Zhao Yunhai wouldn't have bothered to act personally.
Wouldn't it be better to assign Li Feng to Wu Chen or Lin Fan?
Li Feng’s appearance did not keep Zhao Yunhai waiting for long.
However, Zhao Yunhai observed that Li Feng looked rather gaunt. The participants here fought with their true faces, unafraid of scrutiny or offending others.
Clearly, the owner here either possessed significant backing or was allied with someone of considerable influence.
“Next to enter the ring are the newcomer, Fist Ghost, and our six-time winner, Hell Demon.”
“Will the dark horse newcomer stop his winning streak, or will the veteran Hell Demon continue his reign of terror and claim another victim? Let us wait and see.”
“Ladies and gentlemen, the show is about to begin.”
On the stage, the lift slowly ascended. Amidst the whistles and cheers of the audience on both sides, as the two fighters appeared, the crowd roared even louder, waving their betting slips.
Li Feng’s knuckles cracked as he clenched his fists. He eyed the man before him, who was twice his build, with a cold sneer.
If fighting were determined by physique, he would have died on the battlefield long ago.
“Kid, surrender obediently, and I’ll give you a dignified exit.”
Hell Demon looked at him, gesturing with his fist towards Li Feng’s head, speaking with extreme arrogance.
“Enough nonsense.”
Li Feng certainly didn’t believe he would be the one to lose.
Zhao Yunhai watched as Li Feng lunged forward with a punch, only to be blocked by his opponent.
“Young Master Zhao, it seems my luck is better this time,” Cao Pengtian shouted with delight after his bet on Hell Demon gained an early advantage.
But the next moment, Li Feng executed a flying scissor kick, locking onto his opponent’s neck. With a low growl, he thrust his hands directly towards the man’s eyes.
“Good!” Zhao Yunhai exclaimed, clapping his hands at the spectacular display.
Li Feng was oblivious to Zhao Yunhai’s presence, feeling like an actor being watched.
Li Feng pressed his advantage, unleashing a brutal assault. A trace of dark, profound energy flickered in his eyes as his hands directly tore off the opponent’s arms.
Blood gushed out, splattering Li Feng’s face, the crimson hue akin to a descending demon god.
*Bang!*
Hell Demon spat a mouthful of blood and immediately collapsed dead.
The arena fell silent, a hush descending upon the spectators.
In mere minutes, Li Feng had decided the victor.
Even the referee, who was also doubling as the host, was stunned. The fight ended with such a decisive blow.
“Congratulations to the dark horse for his victory! Owners who bet on the dark horse, you’ve made a fortune tonight, while my boss is weeping tears of loss.”
The referee-host, regaining his composure, raised Li Feng’s hand and shouted to the surrounding audience.
“Roar!!!”
Those who bet against the odds, who were confident of a win, began to cheer for Fist Ghost, waving their betting slips.
Those who had bet on Hell Demon cried foul, claiming the quick defeat was a fix.
“Damn it!”
Cao Pengtian, enraged, threw his slip on the ground and stomped on it twice.
“Hahaha – I made money.”
The smug expressions of the trio irked Cao Pengtian to the point of a toothache.
“Investigate Li Feng.”
After sending a message to Si Jinyan, Zhao Yunhai tossed his phone aside and pressed a red button nearby.
A waiter outside immediately knocked, and upon receiving permission, entered, hands clasped at his abdomen, bowing slightly. “Does our esteemed guest have any commands?”
Zhao Yunhai tossed the betting slip in his hand to the waiter and said calmly, “Tell the winner downstairs that this young master, Zhao Yunhai, bestows a gift upon him.”
“Yes.”
The waiter looked at the slip with surprise. To casually bestow such a large sum, he dared not make any mistakes. Such an important figure, a single word from whom could mean his demise.
Li Feng, who had just come off stage to rest, saw a waiter-like figure hand him a slip.
“What is this?” Li Feng asked, bewildered, looking at the betting amount on the slip.
“This is a gift bestowed upon you by an esteemed guest. Honestly, even I am tempted by this amount of reward. That esteemed guest’s name is Zhao Yunhai,” the waiter explained with envy.
“Zhao Yunhai? It’s him.” Li Feng recalled the young master he had saved during a past mission.
What he remembered most vividly was refusing the young master’s offer of repayment.
Now, as Li Feng reflected, he felt his stubbornness back then was misplaced.
Perhaps he didn’t need it, but he hadn’t considered whether his teammates needed it, and had rejected it all.
Perhaps at that time, he was not bothered by money, which was why he was so pure.
Perhaps his brothers didn't voice it, but they might have felt disheartened.
Li Feng sighed. He did not coyly refuse; he needed the money, but he would repay it.
Subsequently, Li Feng continued to win his subsequent matches, causing the odds to plummet, and he became the focus of the betting bosses.
Zhao Yunhai, finding the place dull after Li Feng’s departure, also left.
As he departed, Zhao Yunhai took a youthful university student with him.
The student appeared very innocent.
That night, Zhao Yunhai savored the taste of youthful blooming for the first time.
As compensation, Zhao Yunhai gave the student three hundred thousand yuan, a reward for excellent service.
Back in his room at the "Moyu Hotel," Zhao Yunhai read the message from Si Jinyan.
Li Feng seemed to have had a tough time recently. He had experienced setbacks; it was unknown if he had changed.
He was curious when Li Feng would come to find him.
Given Li Feng's personality, having accepted the money, he would surely find a way to repay it.
If someone like Li Feng could be brought under his wing, he would be a valuable asset.
Instead of going home, Li Feng headed to the hospital.
He immediately paid off his outstanding medical fees, received the best medication, and was admitted to the best ward.
“You… where did you get so much money?”
Li Feng’s mother, seeing her son spending money so lavishly, couldn't help but ask.
“Mom, please focus on recovering. I borrowed this money from a young master I saved during a past mission.”
Even when mentioning Zhao Yunhai, Li Feng couldn’t help but purse his lips; he still found the man disagreeable.
Li Feng’s mother, well aware of her son’s character, sighed and earnestly advised him.
“Someone lent you so much money, yet you still find them disagreeable? One must know how to repay kindness, not take it for granted.”
“They are not related to you, why would they lend you money? If you continue like this, I won’t seek treatment.”
“Regardless of whether they are a young master or not, the fact that they lent you money is a great kindness.”
“I understand, Mom.” Li Feng nodded helplessly.
“Now you’re my son,” Li mother’s haggard face revealed a hint of relief.