It took Chen Feihu a full three minutes to suppress the urge to strangle Wang Lubo.

With a livid face, he watched Wang Lubo hurriedly climb out of the water and said coldly, "I'll give you one more chance. My name is Chen Feihu..."

Wang Lubo, while rubbing his eyes and digging water out of his ears, asked, "What did you just say?"

Chen Feihu couldn't contain himself any longer and shouted angrily, "Enough talk, I'm going to beat you up first and talk later!"

"Bang! Pow!"

Sounds kept coming from the bathroom, and Wang Lubo was crying out miserably, "Whoa, don't hit my face. Who the heck are you? Ouch..."

After a while, Wang Lubo walked out of the bathroom, his nose bruised and face swollen, randomly wrapped in a bathrobe, and glared angrily at Chen Feihu, who was sitting on the sofa with a still grim face.

"What, you not satisfied?" Chen Feihu crossed his arms and sneered, then furrowed his brows, "Pull up your shorts. I don't know how my sister couldn't see and took a liking to someone like you."

Wang Lubo tugged at his shorts and, equally annoyed, said, "Chen Feihu, others fear you because they have guilty consciences. Why should I fear you? And the thing with your sister hasn't even started yet. Stop putting on airs around me."

"Oh ho!" Chen Feihu became spirited, "Since you know who I am and dare speak to me like this, do you think I wasn't tough enough on you just now?"

"Try laying another finger on me, and I'll call my big brother, and you'll get beaten until even your mom won't recognize you," Wang Lubo said defiantly.

Chen Feihu scanned the chubby guy in front of him up and down. Perhaps used to seeing rich kids bow and scrape, he found himself slightly admiring Wang Lubo's defiant attitude.

"Go ahead, call him now. I'll beat up that brother of yours, wherever he came from, too!" Chen Feihu's eyes glinted with fighting spirit as he casually sipped from the cup in front of him.

He naturally knew who Wang Lubo's "big brother" referred to. Chen Xiuxiu had briefly mentioned Xiao Feng's situation, and one of his purposes for coming over this time was to meet Xiao Feng.

After all, to fully understand a person, you must consider the friends around them. As the saying goes, "birds of a feather flock together." For a group to stick together, there must be some common ground.

"Just waiting for you to say that." Wang Lubo turned to leave, phone in hand, to call Xiao Feng.

On the other side, Xiao Feng was lazily lying on a deck chair, enjoying a pleasant and relaxing moment. Occasionally lounging like a slacker seemed nice.

But just then, the phone rang. Xiao Feng pressed the answer button, and Wang Lubo's sad voice immediately came through: "Brother Feng, Brother Feng, I just got beat up."

Xiao Feng nodded, unsurprised, "That's normal. I've always said your disgusting antics that can make people angry enough not to care about consequences would get you beaten sooner or later."

"No, Brother Feng, listen carefully. Your brother got beat up," Wang Lubo said, deliberately emphasizing the word "brother."

"If you got beat, you got beat. You're tough and can take a beating. Even if someone grabbed a bat, it wouldn't break a bone," Xiao Feng said lightly.

"Brother Feng, you can't be like this. What happened to sharing the joys and hardships together?" Wang Lubo was almost in disbelief, as Xiao Feng's reaction to him being beaten was so indifferent.

Little did he know, over the past few days, Xiao Feng had been drinking tea and reading the paper, preparing meals at regular times, embodying a bit of a carefree sage's lifestyle, his temperament no longer as impatient as before.

Of course, the crucial point was that Xiao Feng could tell from Wang Lubo's tone that something was amiss—at least it didn't sound like he was beaten up by enemies—so there was no need for tension.

"Brother Feng, it's fine if you don't care about me, but the guy who beat me up said he'd beat you up too." Wang Lubo said gravely, "And he said that even after I mentioned your name."

"Just words, no harm done. Let them say what they want," Xiao Feng said indifferently. "Got anything else? If not, I'm hanging up."

"Sigh... I really didn't expect this result." Wang Lubo sighed sadly, his tone desolate, "How can people be so cold-hearted? Brother Feng, let's not say anything more. After this call, I'll fight him to the death. See you in the next life, on Yellow Springs Road..."

"Hold it!" Xiao Feng couldn't bear listening any longer and interrupted him, "Send me the address on my phone."

"Hahaha, I knew Brother Feng wouldn't ignore me." Wang Lubo's tone suddenly became enthusiastic. Looking at Chen Feihu on the sofa, he said, "When you come, no need for weapons: taking him down barehanded is enough. If not, I'll hire a cheerleading squad to cheer us on and beat the crap out of him."

"Say one more word and I won't come!" Xiao Feng said in exasperation and hung up the phone.

In less than a minute, an address came through on Xiao Feng's phone. Glancing at it, he called out to Zhao Guo'an, "Let's go out for a bit."

"For what?" Zhao Guo'an, engrossed in examining a golden pill, asked casually.

"There's something to do, obviously." Without a second thought, Xiao Feng informed Du Qingyue and others and took Zhao Guo'an along.

In fact, Xiao Feng sipping tea and sunbathing in the yard wasn't to prevent anyone from slacking off. Ever since Iwakami Shigehiro's midnight assassination attempt, even the usually lazy girl had become diligent.

Though no one spoke of it, everyone was silently motivated, determined that if a similar incident happened again, they'd not hide indoors waiting for protection.

So watching from the side was also to point out mistakes and amend them, ensuring high efficiency in training.

"You still don't trust me?" Zhao Guo'an asked, pausing after walking out of the yard.

"Whether I trust you or not, we'll talk about later. Do you have a car?"

"Yes."

"To this address." Xiao Feng showed the information on his phone to Zhao Guo'an.

The two drove there and arrived outside Wang Lubo's villa within half an hour.

Wang Lubo had been waiting anxiously. When he saw Xiao Feng get out of the car, he ran over like he had seen his savior, "Brother Feng, my dear brother, you're finally here!"

"Cut the crap and explain the situation about the other side first." Worried about hearing a string of mushy words from an excited Wang Lubo, Xiao Feng promptly shut him up.

Meanwhile, Zhao Guo'an stood beside him, staring dumbfounded at Wang Lubo, hardly able to believe someone could be so fat, or rather, that someone so fat could actually be a person?

"The guy who beat me is named Chen Feihu, Chen Xiuxiu's brother, very famous in the Kyoto circle. Even Wu Tian, whom you've met before, is very afraid of him." Wang Lubo said quickly.

After speaking, he looked aggrieved and said, "Brother Feng, you must avenge me! Look at these bruised eyes—it'll take a ton of egg whites to bring them back!"

"Can you stop with the useless talk?" Xiao Feng's face went black as he asked the most important question, "Why did he beat you?"

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