Chapter 981: Chapter 981: Fat Sheep
"Tsk, interesting."
The senior brother looked at the information on the file, a sly smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.
"I was wondering how a billionaire suddenly popped up out of nowhere." The senior brother twisted with the file in hand and flung it directly onto Zhao Xiaohui.
"See for yourself. Next time you decide to act foolish, keep your eyes open."
The man beside him stole a glance at Zhao Xiaohui, lying on the bed fully clothed, and swallowed his saliva secretly.
"Come here."
"What instructions do you have, senior brother?"
The man who had been sneaking glances at Zhao Xiaohui quickly redirected his gaze and pranced forward eagerly. "This Li Feng is quite a plump sheep; it would be a shame not to fleece him."
"You mean...!"
The man gave a knowing look.
"That’s right, this sheep isn’t your average fat one. When Century Group was delisted and split, it’s said they sold for at least 300 billion."
The senior brother displayed a hint of greed on his face, "This Li Feng has over 50 billion in his bank account, and that’s probably not even all of it."
"The key point is that Li Feng doesn’t have much of a background. Come to think of it, his methods seem a bit like our Feng Sect. He’s coming to the Dharma Conference and insists on seeing the Heavenly Master. Perhaps this bastard is planning to seek protection under the Heavenly Master Sect."
The senior brother rubbed his chin.
Being in the Longevity Sect, the senior brother knew very well that the most important thing for survival within the sect is having the ability to make connections and earn money.
This Li Feng managed to snatch a fat share from Century Group. This guy’s got some skills; maybe even the Heavenly Master will take a liking to him.
"Senior brother, then what about us?"
"Ahem, you can’t tell anyone about this. If we can squeeze some benefits out of this guy, you’ll get your share."
"Rest assured, senior brother, I’m your confidant. I promise no one else will know about this."
"Hmm, go keep an eye on that Li Feng, but don’t be too obvious. We need to set a trap for him."
The senior brother rubbed his chin.
"Yes, senior brother."
After the man left the room, the senior brother turned back inside, "So, have you gained any insight? You’ve seen what this Li Feng is all about, right?"
"This guy is just like us. No wonder you couldn’t surpass him; his skills run deep."
"But this is Zhongtian City, our Longevity Sect’s territory."
"Even if he were a dragon, he must coil before me, and if he’s a tiger, he must lie low." The senior brother spoke coldly, grabbing Zhao Xiaohui’s chin.
"That slap earlier must have hurt. Don’t blame me for being ruthless, but you shouldn’t have so many thoughts."
Zhao Xiaohui looked up at the senior brother with a cold expression, "What do you plan to do?"
The senior brother, looking at Zhao Xiaohui’s icy demeanor, chuckled, "That’s the Zhao Xiaohui I know."
"He wants to see the Heavenly Master, doesn’t he? Go find him afterward."
"You plan to report it?"
Zhao Xiaohui looked at the senior brother.
"Ha, the Heavenly Master isn’t someone you can meet just because you want to. Tell him the protector wants to see him. Whether or not he can meet the Heavenly Master will be decided after the protector sees him."
"As for who the protector is, Li Feng shouldn’t know. Even if he does know, so what? Once you bring him out, the rest isn’t up to him."
The senior brother said sinisterly.
"How do you plan to deal with him?"
The senior brother looked down at Zhao Xiaohui, "Don’t ask what you shouldn’t. Once the job is done, you’ll get your share."
"It’s the first time I’ve seen you dressed. You’re genuinely tempting, putting real effort into it."
"This guy managed to resist you. Tsk, maybe he’s impotent or something."
The senior brother sneered, pushing Zhao Xiaohui down directly.
Night fell.
Streetlights gradually lit up.
Zhao Xiaohui knocked on Li Feng’s room door again. Li Feng opened it to see Zhao Xiaohui standing outside, her face calm and cold.
"Don’t you want to see the Heavenly Master?"
Zhao Xiaohui went straight to the point. Li Feng looked up at her, noticing the faint marks on her face, despite being partially hidden by her bangs.
"Did the Heavenly Master agree to see me?"
Zhao Xiaohui snorted coldly, "Wishful thinking. The Heavenly Master isn’t someone you can just meet. The one who wants to see you is the protector under the Heavenly Master, also my master."
"Whether or not you can meet the Heavenly Master or are qualified to attend the internal Dharma Conference will be decided after my master sees you."
"Do you want to meet him? If yes, then come with me; if not, pretend I never came."
With that, Zhao Xiaohui turned and left without saying another word.
Li Feng squinted at Zhao Xiaohui. Did she take some gunpowder? So aggressive.
Was it because he rejected her, so she held a grudge?
Li Feng lifted his feet and followed Zhao Xiaohui, leaving the Wanjin Grand Hotel. "Aren’t we meeting in the hotel?"
"Why so many questions? If you’re scared, you can turn back."
Zhao Xiaohui swept her eyes over Li Feng, mocking him.
Li Feng opened the car door and sat in the luxury car, with Zhao Xiaohui driving him away from the Wanjin Grand Hotel. About half an hour later, the luxury car stopped outside a teahouse.
"We’re here."
This teahouse wasn’t in the bustling city but in an alley, giving off a sense of hidden tranquility.
Li Feng opened the car door and got out, glanced at the teahouse, while Zhao Xiaohui stepped up the stairs and entered the teahouse.
Li Feng followed her into the teahouse, and Zhao Xiaohui led him into a private room inside.
"Wait here for a while; the protector will arrive soon."
Zhao Xiaohui said and, as if not wanting to stay with Li Feng a moment longer, turned and left.
Li Feng didn’t stop her, but he did take a good look around the private room inside and out. After a while, a beautiful waitress opened the door and brought in a pot of brewed tea.
"Enjoy your tea, sir."
After the waitress left.
Li Feng poured himself a cup of tea and quietly waited.
The first sip of tea hadn’t even reached his mouth when footsteps echoed outside the private room. Li Feng’s ears twitched, and he furrowed his brow.
Quite a few people were coming; at least seven or eight were heading this way.
Clatter.
As Li Feng was pondering this, the door to the private room flung open, and people entered from the outside.
"Ha, what a small world. Didn’t expect to see you here again, did you?"
Li Feng looked up, frowning.
A middle-aged, greasy man who was previously kicked and humiliated by Li Feng — Boss Wang — walked in. He approached Li Feng, holding his teacup, and spat a mouthful of phlegm right into it.
"Drink this tea, kneel down and kowtow to me, calling me grandpa a few times. Maybe then I’ll let them go easy on you."
"Heh heh."
"Drink up quickly, or I’ll chop you up with this watermelon knife." Behind Wang Jinfa, a burly man with a face full of ferocity placed a watermelon knife near Li Feng’s neck.