"Don't say that. What if I lose? Wouldn't that ruin your car dealership?"

"If you really lost, that would just be fate. I believe you won't lose. I have confidence in you."

Zhou Jian introduced Ling Zhenfei to several key figures around him, emphasizing that Ling Zhenfei was his boss. This surprised those people, as Zhou Jian was their boss, whose strength was evident. Since Ling Zhenfei was Zhou Jian's boss, by extension, he was also their boss. However, Ling Zhenfei didn't seem like a master at all.

"Boss Ling, we believe you know about our situation. I wonder if you could defeat the Three Killers Club?"

One of them suddenly asked Ling Zhenfei. Zhou Jian had introduced him just recently; if I remember correctly, his name is Cheng Kun. This broad-backed, round-waisted man had a full face of beard, clearly a straightforward and outspoken type. After seeing Ling Zhenfei, he seemed a bit skeptical. To him, Ling Zhenfei seemed like nothing more than a green youth, and it was quite funny to hear him being called a boss.

"As for whether I can defeat the Three Killers Club, I don't know. Tonight, the first step is to negotiate. If we can avoid fighting, we will. Even if it comes to a fight, I can only do my best. Whether or not it will work out, I will give it my all."

Cheng Kun chuckled, his expression neither warm nor cold, "Mr. Ling, you sure do choose your words carefully. Let's be clear here. Tonight's negotiation is highly unlikely to succeed. If it could have, it would have happened already, so it's quite probable we'll have to fight. Zhou Jian mentioned that you'd be involved, perhaps because he knows your capabilities, which is why he trusts you. But the rest of us have no idea. What are your actual skills? Show us a little, so we can feel at ease."

"Old Cheng, what do you mean by that? Are you questioning the person I recommended?" Zhou Jian was somewhat displeased when he heard Cheng Kun doubting Ling Zhenfei, as it was a direct challenge to him.

"Zhou Jian, I trust you, that's true. But we really don't know anything about this Young Master Ling. I believe I'm not the only one—everyone is thinking the same. This isn't just about you alone, it involves all of us. I always speak my mind when I think of something," Cheng Kun said.

"So, what do you propose?" Zhou Jian also knew that Cheng Kun was straightforward with his words, so he didn't think there was anything wrong with what he said.

"It's simple, since we still have time, why not have a little spar with Mr. Ling first, as a form of practice? What does everyone think?"

No sooner had Cheng Kun finished than the crowd began to buzz.

"Good idea, I'm in."

"A little sparring session. We, too, are curious about Mr. Ling's strength."

"Come on, let's try it out."

There were always people eager to join in the excitement when such a situation arose, and immediately the assembly became abuzz.

Zhou Jian looked helplessly at Ling Zhenfei, who offered a slight smile and waved to the crowd, bringing them to a hushed silence.

"Mr. Cheng's idea is indeed good. Is there anyone else who would like to spar with me?"

"Me!"

"I would like to spar with Mr. Ling as well."

"And me."

No sooner had Ling Zhenfei finished speaking than three others came forward. These three, mainly joining in for fun, also had their doubts about Ling Zhenfei's capabilities. Their skills were comparable to Cheng Kun's, and now that Cheng Kun could issue a challenge, why couldn't they?

"Alright, I'm free anyway. Why don't you four come at me together?" Ling Zhenfei said as he rotated his neck, as if warming up before any action.

"What do you mean by that?"

"What I mean is for you four to come at me all at once," Zhou Jian interjected. Even though he found Ling Zhenfei's statement a bit arrogant—as the challenge had turned from individual duels to a free-for-all—he couldn't blame others since Ling Zhenfei had said it himself.

In fact, Zhou Jian was slightly selfish in this; he knew Ling Zhenfei's strength. Last time, his own ambush with many others hadn't laid a hand on Ling Zhenfei, so he was curious about whether Cheng Kun and the other three would be able to force Ling Zhenfei to reveal his true strength.

"This kid is too arrogant."

"I think he's bluffing. With his tiny build, do we really need four people? One of us could beat him down."

The crowd discussed fervently, but Cheng Kun and his companions turned beet red with embarrassment. Ling Zhenfei's comment was a blatant insult to them—they were well-known figures in the area, and now they were being pressed to gang up on one person. It was clear this person was too arrogant.

"Since Mr. Ling is so confident as to have us all attack together, let's do it together then. Someone who is capable of taking on the Three Killers Club one-on-one shouldn't have trouble with the four of us."

"Then let's not talk anymore and get ready to take action."

The crowd moved to the sides, clearing out a circular space in the center, leaving Ling Zhenfei and the five others, including Cheng Kun, in the middle.

Cheng Kun and the others surrounded Ling Zhenfei in the center amidst various cheers and clamoring.

"I apologize, Boss Ling, but it looks like we're going to have to make our move!"

"Go ahead!" Ling Zhenfei waved casually at them, seeming very nonchalant.

Cheng Kun and the others exchanged looks, then suddenly threw punches at Ling Zhenfei.

The impromptu arena was small to begin with, close enough that a swing of the arm could knock down someone else. Fighting four against one, they should have easily succeeded. But as soon as the four of them made their move, they were baffled.

The four men attacked simultaneously against one person in the center yet failed to hit Ling Zhenfei. They didn't even graze a bit of his clothing. Ling Zhenfei, who should have been cornered like a bird in a cage, suddenly seemed to vanish the moment they made a move.

As the four men were still in shock, a voice sounded from behind them. Before they could react, one was sent tumbling to the ground by a kick from Ling Zhenfei, who had somehow gotten behind them.

"Ah!"

A sudden scream rang out, but it wasn't from the person Ling Zhenfei had toppled over. It was Cheng Kun. As Cheng Kun watched his man getting knocked down, still dumbstruck, a gust of wind came out of nowhere. Before he could react, Ling Zhenfei's fist had struck his face.

Cheng Kun also fell to the ground, landing on top of the first man. Given Cheng Kun's hefty size, the fall was hard on him, and even harder on the person underneath. Just as he tried to get away, he looked up to see darkness overhead, and the other two men were sent crashing down onto him.

All four of them landed on top of each other, like a stack of dominoes. The onslaught occurred in the blink of an eye, so quickly that those who were just chatting missed how the four men were taken down.

"What just happened? What went on just now?"

"No idea, I just yawned, and the next thing I knew, the four guys were all stacked up."

"Am I dreaming?"

"Definitely a dream; we're dreaming the same dream."

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