Ho Lao's face was full of pride, his voice booming like a bell. "Since the beginning of the year, everything has been smooth sailing for me. I've also broken through the shackles of my cultivation, and I've been making progress all the way. It's time for me to come out and stretch my muscles!"
Zhuang Kaigang smiled and nodded. "With you around, I can rest easy for this year's annual competition. After suffering for so many years, it's time for me to hold my head up high! "
…
The backyard of the Autumn Mountain Villa had been completely ruined by Pei Feng — the ancient well had dried up, and not a single drop of water remained. The plants in the backyard had long since died, leaving only a patch of decaying yellow soil.
Since the ancient well had been destroyed, Pei Feng did not intend to continue living in the backyard of the Autumn Mountain Villa. He had originally wanted to return to the fifth-floor residential house that he had rented when he first came to Shanghai, but who would have thought that the residential house had already been returned by Elder Zhou's people.
The meaning was obvious — the Immortal Abode Villa was empty. Sir, please stay here.
Elder Zhou obviously did not want him to leave. Even if he did not want to stay in the Autumn Mountain Villa, the Immortal Abode Villa next door would be fine. Since he had already sent it to you, please stay here.
Elder Zhou was meticulous and thorough in his work. The Immortal Abode Villa had already been decorated according to his preferences. It was antique, leisurely, and elegant. There were not many furnishings, and it was spacious and quiet.
Pei Feng did not say anything and calmly moved in.
He knew that Elder Zhou wanted to get close to him and that he especially liked watching him practice — the old man had started his career in the military and had suffered from injuries for half of his life. It was not easy for him to re-cultivate martial arts in his twilight years. Thus, moving in was considered to be fulfilling the old man's wish.
Less than half a day after he moved in, and before he had time to meditate, the guests had already arrived. They were Du Jiuye, Luo Sanli, and Yun Moshan.
"Nine Masters, Master Luo, President Yun, is there any news about the materials I asked for?"
As soon as he entered the door, Pei Feng said directly.
Previously, whenever they collected materials, the big shots would send their servants to deliver them to Pei Feng instead of personally delivering them. Today, Du Jiuye, Luo Sanli, and Yun Moshan came to visit Pei Feng personally. It was most likely not about the materials, but Pei Feng was anxious about the Mountain and Water Mist Formation, so he had to ask about it.
As soon as he said that, Du Jiuye and the other two looked at each other.
"Mr Pei, the materials … are still looking for them."
"Mr Pei, my men are doing their best to help you search. Don't worry."
"That's right, Mr Pei. The materials you asked for are really strange and hard to find. Don't worry, Nine Masters and I have even contacted the exploration team and the deep-sea salvage team. We should have news soon. "
"Then why did the three of you come to visit me together today?"
Pei Feng looked at them with a faint smile and asked calmly, "Congratulating me on moving to a new house?"
Luo Sanli chuckled. "Besides congratulating you on moving to a new house, we … have one more thing to ask of you, Mr Pei."
"What is it?"
Luo Sanli explained the Annual Competition to him in detail, then said respectfully, "All these years, the few of us have been at a disadvantage in the Annual Competition. Basically, we can only sit on the sidelines and watch. My friend, Zhang Guangnian, Vice Dojo Master Zhang, Xi Zai and Tu Long under Lord Jiu, and President Yun's personal bodyguard, Liao Wei, are all experts who can take on ten people at a time, but in the annual competition, they are not enough … "
"The few of them can basically play in the first three or four rounds, but after that, they won't even be qualified to participate."
"I heard that this year's Annual Competition is grander than the previous years. Many masters have been invited, including many Inner Strength masters and foreign powerhouses."
Yun Moshan nodded and said, "Mr Pei, may I ask … did Yu Qian give you the 160 million?"
Pei Feng shook his head. "A few days ago, he gave me 20 million and begged me to extend the deadline to two weeks. I agreed."
"Mr Pei, I'm afraid there's a trap here!"
Pei Feng frowned slightly. "Oh? What do you mean? "
"A few days ago, this Yu Qian said that he has invited a master for this Annual Competition. He wants to suppress everyone and dominate the Annual Competition! I think the Annual Competition is not the main reason he invited this master. More importantly … he wants to deal with you and renege on the remaining 140 million! "
After he said this, Du Jiuye, Luo Sanli and Yun Moshan all looked at him, as if waiting for his reaction.
In the Chong 'an District, the three of them were big shots. But in the Annual Competition where the big shots of Jiangsu, Zhejiang and Shanghai gathered and gambled fiercely … they were not strong enough.
The big shots of a district were easy to deal with in Shanghai because they knew each other and respected each other. But outside of Shanghai, they were not big shots.
Jiangsu and Zhejiang were rich and developed, full of talents. The big shots with great power were as many as the hairs on a cow. It was not inferior to Shanghai at all. If it were not for the Zhou family of Jiangnan supporting them, to be honest, not many big shots of Jiangsu and Zhejiang would pay attention to them. Because without the Zhou family of Jiangnan supporting them, whether it was wealth, connections or power … they were really not qualified to compete with them.
Pei Feng looked at them quietly. Suddenly, his eyes narrowed and he said coldly, "The three of you … want me to help you in this so-called Annual Competition?"
As soon as he said this, the expressions of Du Jiuye and the other two suddenly changed.
There was a trace of coldness in Pei Feng's voice. He was obviously displeased!
Pei Feng was indeed displeased.
This so-called Annual Competition, to put it bluntly, was actually an underground underground boxing competition organized by the rich and powerful to pursue excitement and profit.
Asking him to be a hired thug for Du Jiuye, Luo Sanli and Yun Moshan, to gamble for their interests?
What a joke! They were not worthy!
"Mr. Pei, please don't be angry. Of course, that's not what we mean."
Du Jiuye bowed deeply. This old fox finally spoke.
"This year, the situation in Jiangsu, Zhejiang and Shanghai has changed. The competition between the various forces is getting more and more intense. So, I'm afraid this year's Annual Competition will be very intense … The three of us have each invited a master this year, and we plan to have a good fight."
At this point, he looked deeply at Pei Feng and smiled apologetically. "Today, we're here to tell you about the news from Yu Qian. I think … this kid has bad intentions. He hired someone to deal with you, and he even wants to renege on his debt. You must know about this in advance! "
"Moreover, since he wants to bring that so-called master to the Annual Competition before the deadline of two weeks, and he even said something like 'suppressing all the heroes and dominating the Annual Competition', why don't you … come with us to the Annual Competition this time? First, you can confront him face to face. If necessary, you can directly cripple the master he hired and force him to settle his debt obediently! Second, if you're here, we'll be more confident. If there's any problem or slip-up, as long as you're here, no one will dare to touch us, right? "
"That's what the three of us were thinking. So … we shamelessly came here to beg you."
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