Because someone had died in the ring, the guests, fearing trouble, left one after another.

In a short while, the boxing ring was devoid of people.

Only the ordinary staff remained, along with the empty hall.

However, Sun Weiren did not leave.

Ever since Eldest Senior Brother's death, he had been in a daze, his eyes vacant and numb.

There was no helping it, this martial arts competition had been too much of a blow for him.

His mind had slipped into a state of stupor.

Yang Fei was flanked by Mad Blade on the left and Fan Yi on the right, followed by Li Shun and Yi Long.

The group headed to Sun Weiren's VIP box.

Yang Fei, brimming with pride, said, "Young Master Sun, our bet, who lost and who won?"

Sun Weiren looked blankly, his gaze fixed dully on the arena.

It seemed he hadn't heard Yang Fei's words.

Qiu Yidao's resentful eyes flashed past as he tossed an envelope onto the table.

He spoke indifferently, "You've won. The Hongda Wharf Logistics Base is yours now."

"However, I wonder if you'll live long enough to enjoy this property worth thirty or forty million?"

Facing Qiu Yidao's blatant threat, Yang Fei was unconcerned.

He shrugged his shoulders, looking very pleased with himself.

"Now, I'm also a rich man, and rich men generally value their lives. Rest assured, I will take good care of my little life."

"As for you two, after tarnishing the reputation of the boxing ring and losing a logistics center, you've also squandered over two hundred million in cash."

"I wonder if your Buddha Lord will continue to bless you. Heh heh."

Yang Fei's words hit the sore spot of Qiu Yidao and Sun Weiren.

Both involuntarily changed expression, their eyes immediately darkening.

Yang Fei stood his ground, meeting Qiu Yidao's gaze head-on, and the atmosphere instantly became tense.

Yi Long and Li Shun, who originally didn't dare to confront Golden Buddha.

But this time, after witnessing Yang Fei's miraculous abilities in the ring, they were filled with confidence, their spines growing stiffer.

Li Shun stepped forward to take the envelope from the table.

He checked the documents, finding the deed, business license, and other certificates for the logistics center all in order.

Turning back to Yang Fei, he reported, "Brother Fei, there's nothing wrong with these documents."

Yang Fei chuckled and turned to leave, "In that case, let's be on our way."

Li Shun tucked the folder into his chest, closely following Yang Fei.

They strode out of the underground boxing ring with great swaggers.

As Yang Fei walked, he burst into melodic singing, "Today is a good day, everything one wishes for will come true."

"Today is a good day, let's open the gate, welcome the spring breeze, haha, welcome the spring breeze..."

Sun Weiren sat woodenly, Yang Fei's frivolous voice echoing in his ears.

His complexion was ashen, and he bit his lip until blood began to seep out, drop by drop.

Qiu Yidao sighed and tried to console him, "It's just a minor setback, Young Master shouldn't be too upset."

"Let him be arrogant for a while, once we return to the provincial city, the Buddha Lord will decide."

Crash!

No sooner had Qiu Yidao finished speaking than Sun Weiren smashed a tall crystal glass from the table onto the floor.

Glass shards scattered everywhere.

Sun Weiren said fiercely, "I never expected that First Blood, which I founded with my very hands, would be destroyed by a hotel odd-job man."

"My foster father had great expectations for me, and now, he will be disappointed."

Qiu Yidao comforted Sun Weiren with a light tone, "This Yang Fei is not simple."

"You see, besides Yi Long and Li Shun who are willing to serve him wholeheartedly, that Fan Yi and Mad Blade by his side are among the top masters."

"If it were just the Four Great Dark Energy Masters, that would be one thing, but tonight, when Yang Fei was in mortal danger, an Energy Transformation Master intervened to help him kill the Xuan Ying Pavilion Energy Transformation Master."

"This proves that the forces behind this insignificant hotel odd-job man are beyond our reckoning."

Thinking of that master whose shadow was so elusive, Sun Weiren couldn't help but shudder violently.

All his ambitions and lofty aspirations began to scatter.

He lowered his eyes and said bitterly, "I truly can't bear to leave Yannan."

"But under the circumstances, I have no choice but to return to the Provincial City and ask my adoptive father to intervene."

"Hmph, one day, I will make that hotel odd-job man live a life worse than death."

Qiu Yidao nodded, his expression becoming more relaxed.

"Don't worry, no matter how powerful he is, he won't be able to escape from Buddha Lord's palm."

Sun Weiren slowly nodded.

The oblique light shone on him, making him look incredibly lonely and desolate.

Huang Da, cradling the corpse of Eldest Senior Brother, wandered aimlessly in the darkness, his heart full of unspeakable sorrow.

Before long, at an intersection, a taxi drove over.

Huang Da dashed into the center of the road and forced the taxi to stop.

He slammed his hand onto the hood of the taxi, his bell-like eyes glaring at the driver.

"Get out of the car."

The driver was startled and did not dare to get out, surreptitiously sizing up Huang Da through the windshield.

At this moment, Huang Da was covered in blood, his eyes swollen and red.

And the Eldest Senior Brother he was carrying on his shoulder had disheveled hair that revealed a ghastly pale face.

Anyone who saw such a lifeless face could guess that it was the face of a dead man.

The more the driver looked, the more frightened he became, but he dared not step out of the car no matter what.

At the same time, he also did not dare to plow his car through Huang Da.

Huang Da grew impatient.

He strode over and with a heavy punch, shattered the car window glass.

Then he delivered two or three more punches.

The laminated glass of the car window entirely shattered, leaving a gaping hole.

Huang Da unlocked the car door, grabbed the driver by the neck with one hand, a malicious grin on his face.

"I asked you to open the door just now and you didn't, now don't blame me for being ruthless," he spat.

The driver, trembling with fear, begged for mercy repeatedly.

But Huang Da, with his Martial Arts Skills, did not regard the life of an ordinary person.

All the anger inside him had to be released onto this innocent taxi driver.

Huang Da choked the taxi driver's throat, lifting him into the air with one hand.

The taxi driver's face turned cyanotic from difficulty breathing, his legs kicking wildly.

Just then, Huang Da felt a chill on his back.

A bone-chilling sensation invaded from his back to his chest.

Accompanying it was unbearable, excruciating pain.

Huang Da couldn't believe the sight of his own chest.

A blade of a blood-stained sword protruded from his heart.

The sword's edge was extremely narrow, only the size of a fingertip.

This reminded Huang Da of the sword that had killed Eldest Senior Brother.

The narrow Soft Sword had pierced through Huang Da's heart.

And a large quantity of fresh blood gushed from his mouth and nose.

Eldest Senior Brother's corpse, which had been on Huang Da's shoulder, slid to the ground.

Huang Da staggered.

He felt as if all his strength, along with the blood, had drained out completely.

During this time, the taxi driver managed to pry himself free and fell to the ground.

Still in shock, the driver saw Huang Da's mouth overflowing with fresh blood, his eyes utterly vacant.

On closer inspection, he noticed the blood-stained sword tip on Huang Da's chest.

This sight immediately terrorized the driver, who scrambled away in sheer panic.

His voice echoed through the night sky, sounding exceedingly harrowing.

"Murder, someone help!"

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