“Young Master Feng.”
At the entrance of Tianya Pavilion, as soon as Li Feng parked his car, Li Quan rushed over to open the door, asking, “Young Master Feng, who are we meeting this time?”
No wonder Li Quan asked. They were from Yanjing, and though they’d been in Tianhai City for a while, their old friends were in Yanjing. Could someone from Yanjing be here?
Li Feng stepped out, ignoring Li Quan, and walked toward Tianya Pavilion’s entrance.
A glint of coldness and confusion flashed in Li Quan’s eyes. For a moment, he felt Li Feng was different, but he couldn’t pinpoint how.
Then, Li Feng’s voice came, “Li Quan, this time we’re meeting Song Zhiyuan.”
“Song Zhiyuan? Young Master Feng, you’re not joking, are you?” Li Quan was startled. Back in Yanjing, which family’s heir didn’t fear Song Zhiyuan? Li Quan was no exception, having been bullied by him plenty.
Song Zhiyuan of the Nanling Song family—a name that made many Yanjing heirs shrink back.
“You think I’m joking?” Li Feng turned to Li Quan. “Song Zhiyuan’s inside. He said he has something to discuss with you and called me specifically.”
“What?” Li Quan’s face paled. Song Zhiyuan was looking for him? He didn’t doubt Li Feng, but why him?
“Let’s go, don’t keep him waiting.”
Seeing Li Quan’s ashen face, a hint of amusement flickered in Li Feng’s eyes. Bringing Li Quan was the right move. Since he couldn’t kill him yet, he’d collect some interest first.
Li Quan’s face was white, inwardly cursing Li Feng for not being clear on the phone. Had he known it was Song Zhiyuan, he’d never have come. Not even as the Li family heir would he want to face Song Zhiyuan.
Song Zhiyuan wasn’t just ruthless; his family was formidable. The Nanling Song family, with a long history, rivalled or surpassed the Li family, holding sway over the entire south.
At the entrance, Li Quan had no choice but to follow Li Feng inside. Not going in would be worse—if Song Zhiyuan learned he’d reached the door and fled, the consequences would be unthinkable. So, he steeled himself and followed.
In his heart, though, he hated Li Feng, blaming him for putting him in this situation.
Entering Tianya Pavilion, Liu Shichao, waiting in the hall, approached.
“Young Master Feng.”
“Master Liu.”
In front of others, Li Feng and Liu Shichao kept their usual tone, and as long as Liu Shichao didn’t slip, no one would suspect anything.
“Young Master Feng, follow me,” Liu Shichao led Li Feng and Li Quan to an elevator, which descended instead of ascending.
Li Feng silently counted. The elevator stopped at the third basement level. Liu Shichao opened the door and said, “Young Master Feng, this way.”
They stepped out into a small room, facing an iron door guarded by two burly men.
Without Liu Shichao saying, Li Feng knew the door led to the underground boxing arena.
As the three approached within a metre of the door, one guard said coldly, “Got the stuff?”
Liu Shichao flashed a gold card.
Seeing it, the guard’s wary gaze softened. “Go in,” he said, and the other guard opened the door.
Liu Shichao explained to Li Feng, “Young Master Feng, it’s the rule here. Young Master Song and the others are inside.”
Nodding, Li Feng stepped through the door.
He was curious whether this underground boxing arena, centuries old, was like the one from his past life.
*Creak—*
As the three entered, the iron door closed slowly behind them. Li Feng looked ahead to a dark passage.
The Black Stone Gang had put effort into building this arena. Liu Shichao looked unfazed, clearly a regular, while Li Quan seemed uneasy, perhaps due to meeting Song Zhiyuan or something else.
After about five minutes, they emerged from the passage. A stunningly dressed woman approached, saying respectfully, “Gentlemen, may I…”
“Take us to Box One,” Liu Shichao cut her off. Though he deferred to Li Feng privately, he knew to act otherwise in public.
“Yes.”
The woman led them to Box One. Only the elite entered Box One, so she dared not be careless.
On the way, Li Feng scanned the surroundings, taking in the underground arena.
It resembled a Roman coliseum, with a large ring in the centre and spectator stands around it. The first and second floors were open, like stadium seats.
From the third floor up, private boxes with dark one-way glass catered to wealthy or high-status individuals who preferred privacy over shouting with the crowd below.
Soon, the woman led them to Box One’s door.
“Gentlemen…” she hesitated, looking at them.
Before she could finish, Li Feng kicked the door open.
“Who the hell’s tired of living…” an angry shout came from inside.
“It’s me.”
Li Feng entered, scanning the room.
Four men and four women were inside. The women, like the one who led them, were clearly arena staff, so Li Feng ignored them, focusing on the men.
The four men, around twenty-five or twenty-six like Li Feng, exuded arrogance.
“Li Feng?” A young man in black smirked coldly upon seeing him. “You’ve got some guts. Didn’t you know we were here?”
“Song Zhiyuan?” Li Feng recognised the black-clad youth as the Nanling Song family’s Song Zhiyuan.
“What, not coming to kowtow and apologise?” Song Zhiyuan sneered. Li Feng had always cowered before him like a mouse before a cat, yet today he dared kick the door. Without a lesson, wouldn’t he get too bold?
“Kowtow and apologise?” Li Feng sneered. Even his predecessor wouldn’t have done that.
“What, you got a problem?” Song Zhiyuan raised an eyebrow, surprised at Li Feng’s changes after over a year.
“Song Zhiyuan, you think I’m scared of you?” Li Feng snorted, itching to beat the arrogant Song Zhiyuan.
“Heh, Li Feng, a few days without a beating, and your courage grows,” Song Zhiyuan’s face turned livid, swinging a slap at Li Feng.
Li Feng dodged with a tilt of his head, saying coldly, “Song Zhiyuan, you dare hit me?”
“Why wouldn’t I?” Song Zhiyuan sneered. As the Song family’s second son, he was always arrogant, especially toward a ‘failure’ like Li Feng.
“Song Zhiyuan, you’d better get past Li Quan first. Heh, you’ll regret this later,” Li Feng said provocatively, a disdainful smirk on his lips.
