“Li Quan?”
Song Zhiyuan was stunned. What did he just hear? Li Feng was saying he’d make him regret it? And that he’d have to get past Li Quan? Could Li Quan be his bodyguard?
Li Quan, standing beside Li Feng, was equally stunned. What did Young Master Feng mean by this?
Li Feng nodded and said, “That’s right, Li Quan. Now it’s your turn to teach him a lesson. Didn’t you say earlier you couldn’t wait to meet Song Zhiyuan and give him a piece of your mind?”
“Teach me a lesson? You mean him?” Song Zhiyuan’s gaze turned cold as he looked at Li Quan. How could he not recognise one of Li Feng’s lackeys?
“Exactly. Li Quan is my good brother, unmatched in martial arts, invincible. If you want to mess with me, you’ll have to beat him first,” Li Feng said righteously.
“Young Master Feng…”
“Li Quan, no need to be modest. Aren’t you by my side to protect me? Don’t worry, even if you beat Song Zhiyuan until his own mother wouldn’t recognise him, the Song family won’t touch you. Trust me,” Li Feng said quickly.
“Young Master Feng…” Li Quan’s gaze hardened. It was clear Li Feng was using him as a shield. Facing the unreasonable Song Zhiyuan, Li Quan was close to tears. In Song Zhiyuan’s eyes, he was just one of Li Feng’s crew.
“Li Quan, today’s your chance to shine. Song Zhiyuan is just a spoiled rich kid. You can handle him easily. Didn’t you tell me you trained for three years just to give him a beating? Now he’s right in front of you. It’s time to act. Don’t worry, Liu Shao and I will cheer you on,” Li Feng said, patting Li Quan’s shoulder.
Song Zhiyuan’s gaze turned icy as he stared at Li Quan. Li Quan used to be a nobody he could bully at will. Now this nobody dared to challenge him? How could he not be furious? He didn’t doubt the truth of Li Feng’s words. To him, Li Quan was just Li Feng’s loyal dog, following him since childhood.
“So, you’re Li Quan? Let’s see what you’ve got,” Song Zhiyuan sneered, lunging at him.
Bang!
Song Zhiyuan’s fist slammed into Li Quan’s chest, sending him flying back to crash against the opposite wall.
“This is all you’ve got to teach me a lesson?” Song Zhiyuan scoffed, turning his gaze to Li Feng. “Li Feng, no one can save you now.”
“How is this possible? Li Quan, didn’t you say you could beat Song Zhiyuan to a pulp? How did this happen?” Li Feng said, feigning disbelief.
Song Zhiyuan’s punch had been merciless, leaving Li Quan in agony, his bitterness spilling over. Hearing Li Feng’s words now, he was furious.
When did I ever say I could beat Song Zhiyuan to a pulp?
But the pain kept him from speaking.
“Hmph, trash is trash. Li Feng, now it’s your turn,” Song Zhiyuan snorted coldly, swinging a slap towards Li Feng.
“Ha, Song Shao wants to shake hands with me?” Li Feng chuckled, extending his hand to meet Song Zhiyuan’s.
Courting death!
Song Zhiyuan sneered, but then he realised something was wrong. His slap didn’t send Li Feng flying. Instead, his hand was firmly gripped by Li Feng.
“You…” Song Zhiyuan stared at Li Feng in shock. No matter how much strength he used, Li Feng’s hand didn’t budge. In that moment, Song Zhiyuan knew he’d met a master.
This can’t be!
Song Zhiyuan roared inwardly. If it were anyone else, fine, but this was Li Feng, the useless Li Feng. How could this nobody be so strong? Just a year ago, he had no skill at all.
Song Zhiyuan wasn’t the only one shocked. Li Feng was surprised too. Song Zhiyuan had the strength of a third-level body refiner. Clearly, he wasn’t just a spoiled rich kid. This made Li Feng reassess him.
“Song Shao, your handshake is quite unique,” Li Feng said with a smile.
Handshake? Song Zhiyuan glanced at Li Feng, then suddenly laughed, “Just joking with Young Master Feng. Of course, it’s got to be special.”
Song Zhiyuan was a man who cared deeply about face. He didn’t want others to know he was inferior to Li Feng or admit it himself. Li Feng’s words gave him an out.
The men Song Zhiyuan brought were stunned. Wasn’t he about to teach Li Feng a lesson? Why did he suddenly back off?
Li Quan was also puzzled. Song Zhiyuan had hit him so hard, but with Li Feng, it was just a joke? He felt wronged. Why? Was it just because Li Feng was the direct heir of the Li family?
In that moment, Li Quan felt an unprecedented urge to kill Li Feng.
Sensing Li Quan’s hostility, Li Feng glanced at him, sneering inwardly.
Only Liu Shichao had some understanding of Li Feng’s tactics and could guess what was happening. But in front of Li Feng, he didn’t dare say much.
“Song Shao, did you invite me here today to watch a match?” Li Feng asked, releasing Song Zhiyuan’s hand with a smile.
“Exactly. Isn’t Young Master Feng interested?” Song Zhiyuan’s eyes flickered with wariness, his tone less aggressive than before.
He had invited Li Feng here to intimidate him, give him a scare. But he hadn’t expected to hit a wall. With Li Feng’s strength, the bloody matches here probably wouldn’t faze him.
Still, Song Zhiyuan wasn’t one to admit defeat easily. Looking at the arena outside, he smiled, “Young Master Feng, fancy a bet?”
“Bet on what?”
“A fight.” Song Zhiyuan pointed to the arena below. “We each back a side, minimum one million per bet, no upper limit. What do you say, Young Master Feng?”
“Not good,” Li Feng shook his head.
“What, can’t even come up with a million, Young Master Feng?” Song Zhiyuan sneered.
“A million’s too small. At least ten million,” Li Feng said calmly.
Song Zhiyuan’s expression froze. It took him a moment to react, “Good, good, good. As expected of Young Master Feng. Ten million it is. You think I, Song Zhiyuan, am scared of you?”
Li Feng’s gaze fell on the three other young men in the room. “Song Shao, won’t you introduce these friends?”
“Look at me.” Song Zhiyuan tapped his head, pretending he’d just remembered. After introducing Li Feng as “Young Master Feng,” he pointed to a young man in white, “This is Zhang Yaokun, Young Master Zhang.”
Zhang Yaokun, a handsome young man in a white shirt with a buzz cut, had an arrogant air. At Song Zhiyuan’s introduction, he gave Li Feng a cold glance.
“This is Zong Yanshan, Young Master Zong.”
Zong Yanshan, dressed in a green shirt with a refined face, nodded at Li Feng with a smile.
“And this is Gu Shan, Young Master Gu.”
Unlike Zhang Yaokun and Zong Yanshan, Gu Shan was a towering figure, 1.9 metres tall and 120 kilograms. At Song Zhiyuan’s introduction, he extended his hand to Li Feng.
“Young Master Feng, I’ve heard a lot about you.”
“Pleased to meet you, Young Master Gu,” Li Feng said, firmly shaking his hand.
“Likewise,” Gu Shan said, subtly increasing his grip. But Li Feng didn’t flinch, his expression unchanged.
How could this be? Isn’t Li Feng supposed to be useless?
Gu Shan increased his grip further, testing how long Li Feng could hold out. Even at full strength, Li Feng remained calm and composed, shocking Gu Shan.
Only then did he realise Li Feng wasn’t the useless person he’d imagined. Recalling Song Zhiyuan’s reaction earlier, Gu Shan understood that Song Zhiyuan must have suffered at Li Feng’s hands, not just joking around.
Gu Shan was a martial arts fanatic, raised in a military compound, admiring skilled fighters. His greatest wish was to defeat all challengers. Seeing Li Feng’s ability now, his interest in him surged.
Li Feng didn’t know he’d caught the eye of this martial arts enthusiast. He was also intrigued by Gu Shan. Among Zhang Yaokun, Zong Yanshan, and Gu Shan, Zhang was arrogant, Zong hid his intentions behind a smile, but Gu Shan felt familiar.
Yes, familiar—not because he knew Gu Shan, but because of his aura, a military aura. In his past life, Li Feng had spent years in the military and was sensitive to such traits.
Gu Shan might not be a soldier, but he’d at least undergone military training.
To be in the company of Song Zhiyuan, the second young master of the Nanling Song family, Zhang Yaokun, Zong Yanshan, and Gu Shan were likely all from prominent families. Li Feng knew Song Zhiyuan valued status highly; anyone not from a notable family was no better than a dog in his eyes.
For a young man from such a family to carry a military aura was rare. Neither Song Zhiyuan, Zhang Yaokun, nor Zong Yanshan had it. Li Feng guessed Gu Shan came from a military family; otherwise, in this peaceful era, few families would send their heirs to the military.
Li Feng pointed at Liu Shichao, “This is my good brother, Liu Shichao. You young masters better not bully him.”
“Pleased to meet you,” only Gu Shan nodded to Liu Shichao. The others, including Song Zhiyuan, ignored him. In their eyes, Liu Shichao wasn’t worth knowing.
Liu Shichao beamed. In front of Song Zhiyuan and the others, he had no sense of superiority as a young master. They treated him as someone to summon and dismiss at will. Only now did he realise his status as the Liu family’s young master meant nothing to true aristocratic heirs.
Though Li Feng’s introduction was casual, to Liu Shichao, it showed Li Feng valued him, reinforcing his loyalty. The others ignoring him didn’t matter.
Only Li Quan, hearing Li Feng introduce Liu Shichao, felt a surge of excitement. He thought Li Feng’s trust in Liu Shichao meant his plan could succeed. At that moment, it was as if the pain in his body lessened.
“Young Master Feng, you’re not trying to stall, are you?” Song Zhiyuan asked impatiently. “I heard you’re working at Xiangfeng Investment Company now. How many tens of millions do you make a month? If you can’t afford to play, just say so. We won’t laugh at you.”
“Song Shao, have you been drinking today? Why all this nonsense? Me, Li Feng, short of money? I’m just wondering if, when you lose everything down to your clothes, I should lend you something to wear,” Li Feng shot back.
Hmph!
Song Zhiyuan snorted, walking to the one-way glass to look at the arena below. “The match is about to start. Young Master Feng, think about how you’ll place your bet.”
Li Feng joined Song Zhiyuan, glanced at the arena, and smiled, “Song Shao, you first.”
