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Xiao Yefeng's gaze made even Hong Yan shudder. Hong Yan had seen dead bodies before, but he had never killed anyone. Like Xiao Yefeng, he had cultivated the Peak of Bright Strength, yet like most Ancient Warriors, he had never harmed a single chicken. However, not having killed did not mean he hadn't seen death; after all, who didn't have a couple of personal "bodyguards"?
In the Open Door where Hong Yan was situated, he had encountered numerous assassins. He understood that to exude such a disregard for life, one must have blood on their hands beyond measure. Those assassins who once boasted in front of him likely hadn't spilled as much blood as this man.
If Hong Yan was startled by Xiao Yefeng, one could only imagine how the others felt. The manager of the Fierce Tiger arrived at the scene just then, pulling away the stunned Five. After exchanging a few words, he gestured for Xiao Yefeng to leave the arena. Meanwhile, Bai Mingfu, who lay on the ground, fainted in confusion; perhaps for him, passing out was the best outcome.
Although Hong Yan did not know Xiao Yefeng personally, he was well aware of who he was—the Young Master of Open Door. This was no trivial matter; offending this gentleman could lead to dire consequences.
Disrupting the competition was a serious taboo that warranted severe punishment. Yet at that moment, the manager had only one thought: to hell with the rules! It was better to push the problem onto someone close to the boss than to offend this powerful figure.
With a forced smile, the manager led Xiao Yefeng and Hong Yan to an office door. After knocking, he opened it and ushered them inside. Sure enough, someone was already there to greet them—a chubby man with a broad smile that mixed three parts welcome with seven parts flattery. The strange odor in the room made Xiao Yefeng glance at the man's belt and at the blushing tea artist beside him.
Noticing Xiao Yefeng's gaze, the tea artist lowered her head to adjust her fitted qipao. Seeing this made Xiao Yefeng's expression turn cold; while he didn't mind romantic interactions between men and women, it was clear this wasn't an appropriate setting. He disregarded the tea offered by the chubby man and waited as he dismissed both the manager and the tea artist with a beaming smile: "Young Master Hong and this friend of yours—how can I assist you today?"
Hearing this, Xiao Yefeng nodded. Indeed, it was no surprise that someone who had climbed to such a position would act so tactfully. He had broken the rules but didn’t mention it upon meeting them; instead, he aimed to leave a good impression on both parties—no wonder he managed to maintain his standing.
Looking at Hong Yan first, Xiao Yefeng said, "Oh! The one who just competed is an acquaintance of mine. I couldn't bear to see my acquaintance meet an untimely end, so I intervened. I hope this matter..."
The chubby man glanced at Hong Yan and quickly deduced that Hong Yan had come along with Xiao Yefeng. Smiling broadly, he replied: "Oh come on! What rules are being broken? With Young Master Hong here, it's no trouble at all! Even if someone were killed, it wouldn't matter! By the way, my boss asked me to send his regards to Young Master Hong; he'll visit soon."
"Good! Since there's no issue here, my friend and I can take our leave now; after all, my friend has another match to compete in!" Hong Yan said as he looked at the departing chubby man with satisfaction. He was genuinely pleased with how things were handled; although there were hints of trying to win him over, compared to what Xiao Yefeng represented, this chubby man's attempts felt inconsequential.
"Of course! By the way, my friend—you have a match today? Is it true you're the one challenged by that foreign Demon?" The chubby man pondered aloud.
Xiao Yefeng hadn’t expected this chubby man to be so perceptive; he regarded him with newfound respect before replying: "That's right; it's me!"
After some pleasantries exchanged, Xiao Yefeng left while only Hong Yan and the chubby man remained in the office. At that moment, Hong Yan smiled and said: "Uncle Li, you're quite impressive! Even at your age, you still know how to enjoy yourself!"
"There's no need to be polite, Hong. How do we resolve this bad situation? The audience is already cursing!" The Fat Man wiped the sweat from his forehead, feeling helpless. It turned out that things were not so easily resolved. Xiao Yefeng's glare had frightened everyone, but once they regained their senses, their anger only intensified. Some in the audience were already threatening to cause a scene.
"So what? How many tickets did you sell for this event? How many people bet on Bai Mingfu's death?" Hong Yan replied with a smile.
"The tickets were cheap, but there were 130 million betting on Bai Mingfu's death in the fifth round, and 70 million betting on him staying alive. That adds up to 200 million! Now that the rules are broken, according to compensation calculations, all of that counts as a win for us. We have to pay out double the odds, which means 400 million in compensation. I don't have that kind of cash on hand!" Fatty Li looked utterly helpless; Xiao Yefeng's impulsiveness had suddenly cost him 400 million.
"Take my card. We'll transfer the money from Open Door to you. Don't be too hard on yourself; you’ve made enough from the third round alone. Besides, I imagine you made quite a bit from the fourth round as well. This card has 100 million in cash—half for you and half for me. At least you'll still make a substantial profit," Hong Yan said, his business acumen kicking in as he quickly calculated their differences.
"Alright, you're truly the strongest Young Master of Open Door. But may I ask why Open Door is so protective of this young man?" Fatty Li asked cautiously after accepting Hong Yan's card.
"A rising Dragon is worth my investment. Uncle Li, considering our long-standing acquaintance, let me tell you: it's best not to betray this man. He may not be famous yet, but who knows? Tomorrow he could soar to great heights like the Four Saints of old!" With that, Hong Yan left the office, leaving Fatty Li with a puzzled expression.
Turning a corner, Hong Yan arrived at the medical area and found Xiao Yefeng beside Bai Mingfu, who was now awake due to his bandages and was conversing with Xiao Yefeng. Upon seeing Hong Yan approach, Xiao Yefeng stood up and said, "It must have cost quite a bit to solve my problem!"
"Not at all, Bro! You're overthinking it," Hong Yan began.
Before he could finish, Xiao Yefeng interjected, "No need to hide it; I'm not new to this world. The betting odds won't be low, especially since my presence has disrupted the competition process. It should be double compensation!"
"You're sharp as ever! That's right; I spent 100 million to resolve this issue. But it was just a gesture; you don't need to take it to heart!" Hong Yan replied.
"100 million? Well then, I can help you earn it back immediately. As for how much more you want, that depends on your mood!" Xiao Yefeng was surprised by Hong Yan's generosity. Although he understood that Hong Yan was trying to curry favor with him, he felt touched and decided to return the favor.
"Could it be?" Hong Yan knew of Xiao Yefeng's capabilities—he had single-handedly resolved Wankang Pharmaceuticals' issues. Although this news hadn't spread widely yet, as Liu Yiyi's brother figure, he was already aware of it and had some understanding of the Mei Family's problems. The fact that Xiao Yefeng entered the Metaphysics Society as a Geomancer had already circulated within certain circles, leading Hong Yan to suspect that Uncle Li might have some issues.
"That's right; that Fatty Li needs to be cautious lately—career, family, politics—one misstep could lead him straight to hell. As for solutions? It depends on his psychological choices: whether he wants wealth and glory or peace and safety." With that said, Xiao Yefeng resumed his conversation with Bai Mingfu.
Xiao Yefeng appeared casual about it all; however, Hong Yan was listening intently with shining eyes. It was true that Xiao Yefeng was a Geomancer who had dealt with Wankang Building's Feng Shui issues—a well-known challenge in China—but there were very few events involving Feng Shui experts like him who spoke so plainly. Hearing Xiao Yefeng's words excited Hong Yan considerably.
However, after the excitement came doubt. Xiao Yefeng's Feng Shui divination skills—were they as good as his abilities? After much contemplation, Hong Yan decided to trust this friend he had made.
It was no wonder that other Feng Shui masters spoke in riddles; they were different from Xiao Yefeng. Geomancers knew that revealing secrets would bring condemnation. Helping others with fortune-telling, interpreting characters, and making predictions were all actions that violated the principles of their craft. To see too clearly was to dig one’s own grave; losing one's life span was the lightest punishment. Those geomancers who only began their careers at fifty or sixty years old would never risk their life span to give you clear insights!
The Xiao Family, to which Xiao Yefeng belonged, had a tradition of serving as guardians for generations. Each successor of the Xiao Family sacrificed thirty years of their life span as the price for revealing secrets. Therefore, as long as Xiao Yefeng did not provoke anger, he would generally not face condemnation. This allowed him to express what he saw in a straightforward manner.
At this moment, Xiao Yefeng no longer needed to concern himself with other matters in the arena; Fatty Li and Hong Yan had already resolved everything. Now, he was engaged in conversation with Bai Mingfu.
"Do you remember me, driver?" Xiao Yefeng asked with a smile.
"Brother, what are you doing here? You shouldn’t have stopped him; now you’re in big trouble!" Bai Mingfu sighed heavily upon seeing his savior, feeling helpless.
"Master! You’re much older than I am, so I won’t stand on ceremony. I’ll just call you Brother Bai! I know about your situation; don’t worry about the money. Right now, your priority is to recover from your injuries. Otherwise, your wife and child will be heartbroken seeing you like this," Xiao Yefeng advised.
"But that’s a million! A number I wouldn’t even dare to dream of!" Tears welled up in the corners of Bai Mingfu's eyes.
"It doesn’t matter; meeting is fate. I have another match later, and after it’s over, I’ll come to see you again. You shouldn’t stay here any longer; it’s not good for your health!" With that, Xiao Yefeng stood up and turned to leave.
However, he was stopped by Bai Mingfu's bandaged arm. Gritting his teeth, Bai Mingfu said, "Brother, you’re the one who is going to compete against that foreign demon today, right? You need to be careful..."
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