After confirming that no third wave of people would come knocking, Xiao Feng finally gave up his fantasy and had Sun Shijie and Zhao Guo'an take action to help these dozens of experimental subjects recover quickly.

After all, according to the agreement, he had to return to Jiangcheng in a week.

If he couldn't defeat Hua Ling by then, it would truly be embarrassing, and he wouldn't be able to hide it even if he wanted to.

In fact, Xiao Feng wasn't naive enough to think that a few days of practice could match Hua Ling's decade-long effort, but he would naturally do his utmost when conditions permitted.

At worst, even if he couldn't win, at least he shouldn't lose too miserably.

However, it's quite frustrating that these people sent by Bi Quan were really too weak.

The second group was much stronger than the first, but in Xiao Feng's eyes, there was still no significant difference; they were not on the same level. Their proficiency quickly hit a bottleneck, making it difficult to make further breakthroughs.

For a moment, Xiao Feng really hoped that the Devil's Concentration Camp would send people over for him to spar with.

But even thinking with his feet, it was clear that after such a significant loss of instructors, the Devil's Concentration Camp would not launch another large-scale operation unless they were desperate.

Therefore, the possibility of this hope coming true was very small, practically impossible to count on.

"Jiaxuan, you can go back to your room now." Xiao Feng waved his hand and said.

Lin Jiaxuan immediately retorted angrily, "Why should I listen to you?"

"A bet is a bet. As promised before, you have to be my servant girl for a year. But out of consideration for your sister, I haven't had the heart to boss you around until now. Let's see if you keep your word." Xiao Feng said calmly.

"Even as a servant girl, I still need to eat my fill. I'm hungry now, so I need to eat." Lin Jiaxuan said righteously.

After saying that, she picked up the bowls and chopsticks and began to eat heartily, competing with Xiao Feng for the dishes on the plate.

Watching the two fighting for food so intently, Lin Zhiyan understood that Xiao Feng did this on purpose, with the intention of making her sister eat.

The more she thought about it, the more she felt she owed Xiao Feng far too much.

Not to mention anything else, just the Eternal Darkness Flower was a treasure that couldn't be measured with money.

Moreover, even after obtaining the Eternal Darkness Flower, he still continued to assist her. How could she ever repay such a kindness?

As she thought about it, Lin Zhiyan couldn't help but ponder a deeper question: why was Xiao Feng helping her so much?

This question was like Pandora's box; once opened, it couldn't be closed, and all kinds of questions kept coming, making it feel overwhelming.

While she was lost in thought, an old voice came from the doorway: "Mr. Xiao, I guessed correctly, these small fry can't accomplish anything significant."

Xiao Feng and the others turned to look and saw Guan Huarong carrying a briefcase, stepping in.

"Got something to say?" Xiao Feng asked directly, with no intention of making small talk.

Guan Huarong replied with a broad smile, "I want to redeem these people. Whether Mr. Xiao believes it or not, I still must say that I wasn't aware of this beforehand; I merely guessed that Bi Quan might act on impulse."

After speaking, he unlocked the briefcase, revealing neatly stacked bundles of hundred-yuan bills, seemingly unnecessary to count—there should be a full million.

Xiao Feng chuckled lightly, "Since you weren't aware, there's no need for you to redeem these people, right?"

"Consider this million a token of respect for Mr. Xiao. I will persuade Bi Quan to stop, but whether he listens or not is his business." Guan Huarong said.

The implication was clear: if Bi Quan sends people to make trouble again, Guan Huarong has nothing to do with it; don't come looking for him.

However, Xiao Feng sneered, "Do you think I'm someone who cares about this million?"

To Xiao Feng, it was obvious that Guan Huarong was trying to make trouble for him.

He was fretting over having no one to spar with, and if Guan Huarong persuaded Bi Quan not to send stronger experts over, wouldn't that block his path to becoming stronger?

Guan Huarong seemed unprepared for Xiao Feng's words. After a pause, he said, "If Mr. Xiao is not satisfied, I can add four million more."

Adding four million to the initial million made a total of five million—an exorbitant price for such an irrelevant group.

It also showed from a different angle that Guan Huarong genuinely had no shortage of money, leagues above ordinary tycoons.

Take Zhao Huipeng and Zhao Fengyun from Pengyun Tea Estate, for example; asking them to fork out ten million felt like taking their lives, whereas Guan Huarong effortlessly offered five million without blinking an eye.

"Mr. Guan, you are too generous." Xiao Feng laughed and immediately asked, "When will the additional four million be delivered?"

"..." Guan Huarong.

Could you be any more blatantly greedy?

No matter what he thought, Guan Huarong still took out his cheque book, wrote a cheque for four million, and handed it to Xiao Feng.

Yet, Xiao Feng didn't accept it, frowning, "Cash or bank transfer; let's do a straightforward exchange."

The over thirty people lying on the ground immediately had sullen expressions. We were really being treated as goods to be sold.

No matter how dissatisfied they were, no one dared to express it out loud.

Someone willing to pay to redeem them was already good enough; how could they dare to be picky?

Powerless, Guan Huarong had no choice but to transfer the four million to the account Xiao Feng provided, finally taking the dozens of people away.

"That Guan Huarong, he really knows how to get things done." Su Yuzhuo commented earnestly.

Xiao Feng smiled and said, "Starting with unseemly means, if he couldn't handle things well, he wouldn't have survived this long."

It wasn't a pleasant thing to say, but it was understandable.

In truth, thinking it over, someone like Guan Huarong could only engage in quick-money ventures, at least publicly.

Because his weaknesses were too obvious—if his competitors exaggerated his war profiteering deeds, he could be brought down in no time.

Therefore, whether by nature or out of necessity, Guan Huarong needed to remain low-profile, very low-profile.

At this time, Xiao Feng weighed the suitcase in his hand, looked at the bank transfer notification on his phone, and beamed, "Earning money can be this easy sometimes."

"..."

Everyone was speechless, disgusted by Xiao Feng's behavior.

"Wasn't it I who created this money-making opportunity?" Zhao Guo'an said somewhat indignantly.

However, after going through so much together, he understood one thing well: when money got into Xiao Feng's hands, it seldom went out, let alone being divided.

Su Yuzhuo pondered; it seemed this was more profitable than being an idol.

Realizing this point, she started to sort through the whole affair from beginning to end, summing up and considering if it was replicable.

If Xiao Feng knew what she was thinking, he'd probably advise her to abandon the notion because the idea was fundamentally infeasible.

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