"I slept with you," Chen Yang said, blinking.

"You!"

Zhou Yufei glared at Chen Yang, gnashing her teeth. She wished she could skin him alive, but she quickly denied it to herself. "Impossible!"

"Although I drank too much yesterday, I was still somewhat coherent. I didn't feel you do anything to me!" she continued. "Besides, my clothes are still on properly!"

"If that's the case, then what did you mean by your first question? What answer were you hoping to get from me?" Chen Yang asked seriously, tilting his head.

Zhou Yufei was speechless. That's right, if I'm so sure of myself, why did I ask him that question?

"Then why didn't you do anything to me?" Zhou Yufei blurted out.

Chen Yang was at a loss for words. Has this woman's brain short-circuited? What is she even talking about?

"Do you pity me? Do you feel sorry for me?" Zhou Yufei pressed.

"It's not like that. I…"

"It is!" Zhou Yufei insisted, cutting him off. "You pity my tragic life, so you couldn't bear to touch me, right?"

Chen Yang was speechless. What kind of logic is that? He hastily explained, "That's really not it! I'm a married man, and besides, I'm not the kind of person who takes advantage of someone's vulnerability."

"You could have, you know. I wouldn't have resisted, and I wouldn't have done anything to you afterward." Zhou Yufei's expression was sorrowful, but her words were completely serious. She wasn't joking.

Chen Yang fell silent. This woman is truly frightening when she gets unhinged.

"You had such a perfect opportunity yesterday, and you did nothing?" Zhou Yufei shook her head in frustration, but her opinion of Chen Yang rose even higher.

When she thought about the man she was about to marry, the contrast between him and Chen Yang was stark. That man is a beast, not even worthy of being called human!

Chen Yang sighed and said seriously, "What I said yesterday still stands. If you can abandon your parents and everything to do with the Zhou Family, I can guarantee your safety."

"And how would you do that? My older brother is a Sixth-Grade Martial General, and the Fang Family is a massive conglomerate. In their eyes, you're just an ant. Don't you get it?" Zhou Yufei shook her head. "In this world, no one can save me! Unless I die!"

"I have my ways. The question is whether you trust me or not," Chen Yang said calmly. He knew that even if he revealed his true identity right now, she wouldn't believe him.

Zhou Yufei stared at Chen Yang, and he met her gaze without flinching. Their eyes locked.

Finally, a smile touched Zhou Yufei's lips. "Let me treat you to dinner tonight. I won't be coming to the office tomorrow. I'll be packing to go back to Qingqiu Dao the day after."

"I have plans tonight," Chen Yang said.

"Another rejection?!" Zhou Yufei gave a bitter laugh. Does he have any idea how many men would kill for a chance to ask me out? Yet he rejects me again and again, so decisively! This man is simply infuriating!

Chen Yang spread his hands helplessly. "I really do have plans tonight. I already made them with someone else."

He had promised Yang Hu he'd go deal with Bald Eagle. He couldn't go back on his word, could he?

"What about a late-night snack then?" Zhou Yufei pressed, seemingly determined to get a yes out of him. She wouldn't give up until she got her way.

Chen Yang thought for a moment. "Let's talk about it later. We can stay in touch by phone."

"Alright! I'll wait for your call," Zhou Yufei said.

…

「Eight o'clock in the evening.」

Chen Yang arrived at the Red Romance Club, where Yang Hu was already waiting eagerly at the entrance.

"Boss, what took you so long? I heard several fights have already gone down!" Yang Hu grabbed Chen Yang's arm and impatiently pulled him into the club.

"How's it going?" Chen Yang asked.

"They say Bald Eagle hasn't fought yet, but one of his disciples already won seven straight matches! He's nearly wiped out all of Zhao Yinghu's fighters!"

"That strong?" Chen Yang asked, astonished.

"No kidding. Everyone's saying Bald Eagle came prepared. Getting revenge on you is just a side quest. His real goal is to crush Zhao Yinghu and take over the entire underground boxing market in Lingjin City!"

While waiting for Chen Yang, Yang Hu had gotten a clear picture of the situation, and the more he learned, the more antsy he became.

Chen Yang nodded. "From the sound of it, Zhao Yinghu is in serious trouble."

"Whether he lives or dies all depends on whether you get in the ring, Boss, right?" Yang Hu said with a grin.

Chen Yang rubbed his nose helplessly.

Arriving at the underground boxing arena, Chen Yang was stunned by the sea of people before him. All he could see was a mass of bobbing heads. There was no room to even stand. It was a testament to how obsessed people were with underground boxing, and just how profitable running a venue like this could be.

Fortunately, Yang Hu was tall, strong, and exceptionally skilled. He easily pushed through the crowd and, amidst a wave of curses, found them an ideal spot at the front.

BOOM!

Following the resounding impact, a fighter was sent flying backward across the ring. He crashed against the chain-link fence before thudding heavily to the ground. A thick spray of blood arced through the air, splattering across the faces of many nearby spectators.

Unfazed by the gore, they simply wiped their faces, their expressions growing even more excited. Their dark eyes began to gleam with a faint red light. In this supercharged atmosphere, no one could remain rational.

Half the fallen man's body was crushed, with shattered white bone exposed to the air—a truly gruesome sight.

Meanwhile, his opponent stood on the ring, wildly swinging his fists in triumph.

"Lord Hu is invincible!"

"I heard Lord Hu paid a fortune to bring this champion from Asia City! He really lives up to his reputation, ending that other guy's eight-win streak in one go!"

As locals of Lingjin City, the crowd was naturally biased toward Zhao Yinghu's side. In a way, Bald Eagle was a foreign invader.

"Bald Eagle, I just smashed your precious disciple! Do you have the guts to come down here and fight me?!" The champion, a man named Yahua, waved his bloodstained fists. Glaring with ferocious, tiger-like eyes, he roared toward the floor-to-ceiling windows on the second floor.

Without a word, Bald Eagle leaped from the second floor. The moment he landed, the entire ring shook violently, groaning under the impact as if it were about to collapse.

Bald Eagle looked to be in his fifties or sixties. He was tall and gaunt, with a particularly striking face. His cheekbones were high and sharp, making his deeply sunken eyes look enormous. His pointed head had only seven or eight sparse, messy hairs, giving him a terrifying and ghoulish appearance.

After landing, he stood with his hands clasped behind his back, staring coldly at Yahua. He didn't even spare his own fallen disciple a glance.

"I hear you call yourself the Northern Desert Fist King," Yahua sneered. "Today, I'm going to beat the crap out of you!"

Bald Eagle remained utterly silent.

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