"Hmm..."

Hearing the staff member's voice, Chen Fei gave a slight nod. He then involuntarily narrowed his eyes and gazed toward the distant golf hole, his eyes flashing with an eagerness to try.

He was, after all, at the Fourth Layer of Qi Refining. His strength was equivalent to an Ancient Martial Artist at the peak of the Early Innate Stage, giving him a very solid foundation. The problem was the distance. He was at least several hundred meters away from the golf hole. To make matters worse, his golf ball's current position was tricky, stuck in a corner at a difficult angle. Therefore, sinking the ball in one shot was a significant challenge, even for him. The thought was exhilarating.

"I'm starting."

With that, his eyes narrowed, his hand gripping the golf club a bit tighter. A moment later, a milky-white light and a streak of sword fire flashed through his pitch-black, glass-clear eyes, and his expression immediately became much more confident. Then, as he slowly raised the golf club, his entire demeanor took on the stillness of a mountain, exuding a strange and astonishing aura.

Seeing this, both Dong Jianhui and the golf course staff stood dumbfounded. Chen Fei's grip and posture were far from standard; he looked like a complete beginner. Yet despite this, they all felt an inexplicable premonition that Chen Fei's ball would make it... that it would go in.

WHOOSH!

The next moment, they heard the thwack of a golf ball cutting through the air, and a silver arc soared into the sky.

"Heh, he really thinks that just because he's strong..." Disdain was evident on Xiao Hao's face as he curled his lip in a mocking sneer.

But half a second later, the smug look on his face froze as if he'd turned to stone. His complexion paled visibly, and his lips began to quiver uncontrollably. Just then, an almost ridiculously incredulous cry burst through everyone's earpieces. "It's in! The ball is in! Mr. Chen's golf ball made it!"

"In? It really went in? Wang, you didn't see wrong, did you!?" Manager Liu was the first to react, his face a mask of disbelief as he grabbed his walkie-talkie.

How... How is this possible!? Chen Fei's ball was in the furthest corner of the course! An ordinary person wouldn't just miss a hole-in-one; they couldn't sink it in five shots, or even ten! But now... a hole-in-one!? Am I still dreaming, or is everyone else sleepwalking? How the hell is this possible... It has to be fake, right!?

Even Manager Liu, who had worked at the golf course for many years and had seen it all, was shocked by the sight, to say nothing of the others. They were all completely astonished.

HISS!

GULP.

The golf course was instantly filled with the sound of sharp intakes of breath and labored swallowing. More than that, their eyes were filled with shock and disbelief.

A hole-in-one! Another hole-in-one!

Such a feat wasn't something to be taken lightly. Even professional players had to rely on luck. But now... The stunned crowd couldn't help but turn toward Chen Fei as if they had just seen a ghost. Dong Jianhui's childhood friend, Guo Kun, stammered, "Damn... No wonder he's Brother Hui's brother. He's so freaking awesome!"

Clearly, no matter how dense one might be, it was evident at this point that Chen Fei's, or rather Brother Fei's, success wasn't just luck. He truly had the foundation and strength for such a feat. So Brother Fei was setting a trap for that Xiao Hao kid all along! As expected of Brother Fei, he's a total badass...

"Manager, the ball really went in. If you don't believe it, you can come and see for yourself." At that moment, the staff member's voice came through the earpieces again. His tone, though still laced with shock, was much steadier. The ball had indeed gone in.

"It really went in!? As expected of Brother Fei, you're so incredible!" Hearing the confirmation, Dong Jianhui jumped up excitedly, his face full of admiration. He barely knew the details of Chen Fei's background, only that he was a terrifyingly skilled Ancient Martial Artist. But this level of precision—sinking a golf ball from hundreds of meters away—was this something even his grandfather, a first-class expert in Ancient Martial Arts, could achieve? This is just too incredible! It's a real eye-opener, leaving me speechless!

"Let's go collect our winnings." Chen Fei smiled, his eyes narrowed. He put away his golf club and strolled contentedly toward Young Master Xiao Hao, whose face was deathly pale.

That last shot might have looked easy, but it actually took every ounce of my concentration. I'm only human, after all, not a god. It's not like I can be that ridiculously overpowered. But none of that mattered now. He had won. One—oh, no—two strokes to sink the ball.

"Xiao Shao, thank you for the game. It seems my luck held out again. I've won, haven't I?" a moment later, he arrived in front of Young Master Xiao Hao and said with a slight smile.

"You, you, you..." Our Young Master Xiao Hao was clearly on the verge of a mental breakdown. His face was pale, his lips trembled, and his eyes were frantic. He pointed a shaking finger at Chen Fei, his entire expression a mixture of bewilderment and utter disbelief. "No, no! You must have cheated! It's too far, how could you possibly get a hole-in-one?" he shrieked.

"Listening to you, Xiao Shao, it sounds like you think I colluded with the club to trick you?" Chen Fei replied calmly, not taking offense. He simply turned to the manager beside him. "Manager Liu, what do you say?"

"Xiao Shao, be careful with your words." Despite his inward wry smile, Manager Liu could only maintain a stone-faced expression as he stepped forward. "Xiao Shao, a bet is a bet. You've lost, so please fulfill the terms of your wager..."

"Bullshit! A fucking bullshit bet!" Before Manager Liu could even finish, the agitated Xiao Hao cut him off, raving frantically, "What bet? It's a bullshit bet! That kid clearly cheated, and you all conspired to screw me over! This round doesn't count! I demand a redo, a redo!"

Seeing this, many people in the crowd began whispering to each other with strange expressions.

"Hey, did you see that? It looks like Xiao Shao can't handle losing and is about to throw a tantrum."

"Pah! Young Master Xiao, my ass. As the saying goes, lose the game, not your dignity. If you can't afford to lose, don't play. His behavior now is just humiliating the Xiao Family!"

"The Xiao Family, heh. Did you forget this kid is just from a side branch? If it weren't for Xiao Qianrang of the Xiao Group being childless and having only this one nephew, would Xiao Hao have his status today? What an embarrassment!"

"Now this is a show. This bet was guaranteed by the Dongyun Club, and Brother Hui's side isn't to be trifled with... Does Xiao Hao really think he can just renege on the deal? It won't be that easy."

Hearing such whispers from a distance, Young Master Xiao Hao felt as if his lungs would explode with rage. His face flushed with shame, shifting between shades of purple and green. He knew that from this moment on, he would be the laughingstock of the Inner Circle of Jiangnan Province's elite, a target of mockery for a long time to come. Unless... unless he fulfilled the bet, paid his dues, and bowed his head in defeat.

But how could that be possible? It was absolutely impossible!

Setting aside the sheer humiliation of having to shout "I concede!" three times to Dong Jianhui and Chen Fei in front of everyone, the most important issue was the stakes. He had bet the three-story, two-thousand-square-meter storefront in the city center. That property was worth at least sixty or seventy million, possibly more. It was supposed to be his future golden goose. And now, he had lost it. How could he possibly accept handing over such a massive fortune to someone else? He couldn't accept it! He wouldn't!

"Xiao Shao, a deal is a deal. I hope you won't force our Dongyun Club into a difficult position," Manager Liu said, his expression turning grim. Xiao Hao himself had requested the club guarantee the bet. Now that he had lost, was he trying to go back on his word? Was he disrespecting the Dongyun International Private Club, or did he really think his words were as meaningless as a fart in the wind?

"Liu, I'm warning you. This is between him and me. It has nothing to do with your Dongyun Club," Xiao Hao's expression faltered, but he forced himself to remain calm, staring at the manager with a cold threat in his voice. In his mind, while the Dongyun International Private Club had a powerful background that he feared, they surely wouldn't antagonize him—and the Xiao Family behind him—for some stranger, for Dong Jianhui. After all, what was his status? He was Young Master Xiao Hao! Behind him stood President Xiao and the colossal Xiao Family! He smugly believed himself to be untouchable.

"A warning? Xiao Hao, do you really think you're qualified to say such a thing?" Just as Dong Jianhui and Chen Fei's eyes turned cold, an extremely unfriendly voice cut in from nearby. A man dressed in black appeared in their line of sight.

The man appeared to be in his early thirties. His face was all sharp angles, as if carved by a knife, and his eyes were cold but carried an authority that seemed to emanate from his very bones, making people shiver involuntarily.

"HISS! Brother Shang? Brother Shang, you're back?" Upon seeing the man, even Dong Jianhui's expression changed, his face filled with palpable shock.

Brother Shang! It's really Brother Shang! Wasn't he abroad? He's actually back...

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