Liang Jiayi's figure flashed across Yang Fei's mind.

This wily girl was not easy to deal with.

However, in order to make money, Yang Fei decided he would still unleash his irresistible masculine charm—a charm that made people love him on sight and flowers bloom at his presence—to conquer Liang Jiayi.

He would think of a plan starting from there.

As for how he would dominate her after the conquest, whether it would be with wax or a whip, that would depend on this lord's mood.

Thinking of Liang Jiayi's graceful and wonderful figure, her golden-ratio long legs, a naughty smile appeared on Yang Fei's face.

Upon seeing Yang Fei's expression, Lin Xueyi instantly felt relieved.

Based on her understanding of Yang Fei, whenever this guy showed such a cunning smile, it was almost certain that someone was going to be unlucky.

And the things he wanted, more often than not, couldn't escape the palm of his hand.

While Yang Fei and Lin Xueyi were discussing their grand plans to make money, at Tianjiao Villa, Young Master Sun welcomed a master from the legendary Xuan Ying Pavilion.

This time, Young Master Sun was dressed a bit more formally.

His elegant and well-tailored suit, hair combed neatly, and the sinister look in his eyes were all well concealed.

In the glittering and grandeur reception hall of the villa, a person was sitting in the east side, his face calm and composed, yet unable to hide the intense killing aura emanating from him.

The man was thin and gaunt, his back ramrod straight, resembling a triangular military spike.

Master Qiu!

There was also a person sitting in the west side, sitting steadily in the chair.

The area between his eyebrows was expansive, with a nose extending down from between the brows, forming a large roman nose.

A square face, hazel eyes, and occasionally when he moved his eyeballs, a fierce energy shot out.

Needless to say, this person was the master from Xuan Ying Pavilion invited by Master Qiu.

Master Qiu briefly introduced him, "Young Master Sun, this is my old friend Mr. Huang Da."

"Mr. Huang Da, as early as ten years ago, was one of the top National Martial Arts Grandmasters in Western Province. You two should get acquainted."

Young Master Sun personally stood up and poured Huang Da a glass of water.

He was amiable and approachable, showing no signs of arrogance or haughtiness.

"A friend of Master Qiu is a friend of mine."

"Master Huang, please feel at home here. If you need anything regarding food and accommodation, please feel free to ask, no need to be polite..."

"Are you Ma Yihong's godson?

Master Huang didn't wait for Young Master Sun to finish and directly interrupted him.

He said indifferently, "Ma Yihong now has quite the prestige."

"Had I not been fully dedicated to pursuing the Martial Arts Realm to improve myself, how could he have gotten the chance to act like a lord in Shan Province? Humph!"

Ma Yihong is the honorary title of Golden Buddha.

As soon as Master Huang opened his mouth, he called Golden Buddha by his name without any hint of respect.

In the last ten years, this was akin to committing a great taboo in the Mortal World of Shan Province!

Such arrogance!

Young Master Sun's face darkened as the sinister light in his eyes flickered briefly.

He glanced at Master Qiu, only to see Master Qiu imperceptibly shaking his head.

Young Master Sun's expression immediately returned to normal, and he chuckled.

He gave a respectful bow and said, "Mr. Ma Yihong is indeed my foster father."

"My foster father also holds great admiration for Master Huang's reputation, and I have heard of your renown from him."

Master Huang was slightly taken aback, "Ma Yihong actually speaks well of me? Heh, that's quite novel."

Master Qiu, smiling on the side, smoothly changed the subject.

He said lightly, "The Buddha Lord is extremely generous and honorable. If he met Brother Huang, he would surely be delighted."

As he spoke, he gave a meaningful glance to Young Master Sun.

Young Master Sun understood, and from his pocket, he took out a cheque and placed it on the table in front of Master Huang.

He said respectfully, "It's our first time having the honor of your presence, Master. As a junior, I might not tend to every need appropriately, so please don't disdain this little token of my appreciation."

Master Huang looked at the cheque with a seven-figure sum, snorted, and said nothing.

He turned around, looked at Young Master Sun, and a trace of a smile appeared in his beast-like pupils.

"You, as a young man, are still quite polite."

"How about this, I won't take your money for nothing. Leave the matter of the life-and-death fight on the stage to me."

"Whether the opponent lives or dies, or to what extent they are injured, will all be up to you."

"Thank you, Master."

Young Master Sun immediately bowed deeply, exhibiting extreme humility.

"Let's leave it at that, if there's nothing else, don't bother me."

Master Huang picked up the check from the table, stood up, and strode away.

Only when he was far away did Young Master Sun slam his palm heavily onto the table.

"Damn thing, daring to call my foster father by name, that's extremely impolite."

However, Master Qiu remained calm and said indifferently, "You and Yang Fei have set up ten life-and-death fights, and this is only the first one. What are you anxious about?"

In his eyes flickered an unfathomable light, and within his sleeves, there seemed to be a glint of cold light.

Master Qiu's tone became even more indifferent, "Huang Da has been with the Xuan Ying Pavilion for five years, and his Martial Arts Realm has advanced by leaps and bounds, having already broken through to the Mysterious Grade Dark Energy. He's truly extraordinary."

"Even if I use all my strength, I might not necessarily be able to defeat Huang Da, so let's let Huang Da test Yang Fei's limits."

Young Master Sun was startled.

He knew Master Qiu's Martial Arts Realm was unfathomable.

Yet, he hadn't expected that Huang Da was far superior to Master Qiu.

Indeed, the Xuan Ying Pavilion was full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers.

"I didn't expect Master Huang to be so formidable. I thought Master Qiu was only being modest and polite."

Young Master Sun's tone turned cautious as he spoke.

"Hmph, water resides below all things because it does not contend, and hence in all the world, none can contend with it."

"Although my Martial Arts Realm is not as good as Huang Da's, when it comes to assassination and stabbing, Huang Da might not be able to win against me."

Master Qiu stood up and said indifferently, "Huang Da is merely a stone used to test the road. This game of ours has just begun."

As night fell, lights began to illuminate the Lanting Hotel.

Yang Fei sneaked up to Zhang Lifang's room door.

Ever since the last incident of being secretly filmed, Zhang Lifang had been like a bird startled by the mere twang of a bow.

Even after Yang Fei dismantled the camera, Zhang Lifang was still not reassured.

She changed the locks on her room door, adding a security door.

Moreover, all the windows in the room were fitted with security mesh, prepared for any contingency.

Originally, with Kong Erhu's death, Zhang Lifang could breathe a sigh of relief and move out of the hotel.

After all, due to respect for Yang Fei, Li Shun wouldn't lay a finger on Zhang Lifang.

However, recalling the days of being in constant fear, Zhang Lifang stubbornly refused to move out.

For this little rich woman worth tens of millions, the monthly expense of ten to twenty thousand was of no concern.

The primary reason was the strange psychological attachment Zhang Lifang had developed towards Yang Fei.

It seemed that if she didn't see Yang Fei for a day, her heart would flutter restlessly, leaving her uncomfortable.

But when she actually saw Yang Fei, she became extremely shy, not daring to meet his gaze.

This extreme psychological dependency was something even Zhang Lifang was reluctant to admit.

Yang Fei, accustomed to frolicking with numerous beauties, failed to notice the change in Zhang Lifang.

He just found it odd why Mad Blade's sister would be so evasive and fidgety?

Things that couldn't be understood, he didn't think about, especially the thoughts of women, were even less worth guessing about.

This was the valuable experience Yang Fei had gleaned from his rogue life over the years.

Yang Fei knocked softly on the door, which was met with silence from within the room.

He gently pushed, and to his surprise, the security door was merely latched, and inside, it was pitch-black.

His heart sank, and he forcefully pushed the door, rushing in.

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