Chapter 1005 — Underground Boxing Ring, Part One
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Wei Zhao! Lei Zhenyu! If I, Xie Yufeng, don't kill the two of you, may I never be counted a man again!
"The poor bastard. Who knows how he managed to offend the mob, getting beaten up like that. I wonder if he's hurt badly?" one passerby sighed.
"Yeah, he's not going to die, is he? He should get to a hospital and have himself checked out before the beating leaves him with internal injuries!" another passerby chimed in.
"What are you looking at?" Xie Yufeng glared at the onlookers through gritted teeth, gave a cold humph, and stalked off at a brisk pace.
He had no face left to return to Wei Zhao's private room; the only place for him now was his own.
When Xie Yufeng walked in, he was met with a room full of puzzled stares. In this private room Xie Yufeng was the star — he was, after all, the host, and his classmates had all treated him as the center of attention. So when he came back with his face bruised and swollen, they were stunned into silence.
Li Panghu and Wang Congming hurried over, two steps at a time, and eyed him with some alarm. "Young Master Xie, what happened to you? Your face..."
"It's nothing. The road was slippery just now and I took a tumble," Xie Yufeng said with a wave of his hand, his tone sullen as he explained.
"Slippery road?" Li Panghu and Wang Congming knew perfectly well what Xie Yufeng was capable of. A top-notch expert at the peak of the early Mystic rank — how could a slippery road possibly bring him down in such a heap? But the situation was clear: Xie Yufeng plainly did not want to say more, so they had no choice but to let it drop.
Wei Zhao had only meant it as a passing remark. After returning to the private room, he did not go out again. He had merely been trying to frighten Xie Yufeng — if the fellow wanted to hide his strength, then he could just keep taking his beating.
Inside the private room, Shen Yushu and Feng Xiaoxiao were at it again, chattering away in some argument or other, and Wei Zhao could only smile wryly. These two were a perfect match, neither willing to yield to the other, forever trying to prove who was the better.
Their topic, though, wandered all over the map, drifting from their initial contest over Wei Zhao to the question of who was the more formidable.
"I once dealt with Zhong Yongliang, one of Sister Yaoyao's suitors, and made him run a whole kilometer to buy me grilled squid!" Shen Yushu declared.
"That's nothing. I once set someone up and made him treat me to a meal worth hundreds of millions!" Feng Xiaoxiao shot back, refusing to be outdone.
Seeing the two of them chatting so animatedly, Gu Mengyao did not interrupt. When she grew tired of singing, she handed the microphone to Tang Zhi. "Would you like to sing for a while?"
"Me... I'd better not," Tang Zhi said. She had never been to a place like this before, and she never sang at home either. She did listen to some pop songs, but only listened. If she were asked to sing, she was afraid she would only make a mess of it.
"Give it a try? Otherwise it'll be me singing all by myself..." Gu Mengyao glanced at Xiaoshu and shook her head, then lowered her voice to ask Tang Zhi, "This Feng Xiaoxiao... what on earth is going on with her?"
"Let Wei Zhao explain it to you tonight. It's not something to talk about here..." Tang Zhi was still cautious, afraid Feng Xiaoxiao might notice something amiss.
"I see... all right." Gu Mengyao nodded. Since Tang Zhi put it that way, there had to be something hidden behind it.
"Aren't you two tired?" Wei Zhao asked, looking at the high-spirited Shen Yushu and Feng Xiaoxiao. "You two get along so well — why not just form a duo? Who knows, you might even win a big prize."
"No way. I don't like people who are too much like me," Shen Yushu said with a shake of her head, refusing at once.
"One mountain can't hold two tigers. You think I like you?" Feng Xiaoxiao refused as well.