Huang Xiaojun burst into joy upon hearing this, but he still put on a troubled expression and said, "Brother Chen, I’ve indeed encountered a bit of trouble, but I’m afraid if I bother you with it, my dad’s side might... ahem!"
Chen Feng had known Huang Xiaojun for more than a day or two, and he could see right through the kid’s little sches. In his view, Huang Xiaojun’s troubles were not troubles at all, they were re trivialities. Though using a sledgehamr to crack a nut seed ridiculous, without Old Master Huang having saved his life years ago, he wouldn’t be where he was today—probably would have long since t his maker, right? Besides, Huang Xiaojun and his father had been good to him, so he might as well help as much as he could. Once he had repaid Old Master Huang’s life-saving debt of gratitude, he could return to his sect and continue his devoted cultivation. After all, worldly experience was already plentiful for him.
With that thought, Chen Feng smiled and said, "Don’t worry, Young Master Jun, I won’t tell your dad. Just tell , what trouble have you run into?"
Huang Xiaojun laughed heartily and said, "Brother Chen, I knew you would understand. Haha, well then, there’s no need to hide anything from you. You see, not long ago, a transfer student ca to our school. The first day we t, he tripped up badly and even stole away the girl I’ve been pursuing unsuccessfully for two years..." Right away, Huang Xiaojun went into detail about his grudge with Leng Xuan, and he did not even hide the fact that he had hired an assassin.
After listening to Huang Xiaojun’s story, Chen Feng was slightly surprised. It was no big deal if so students were no match for Leng Xuan—perhaps the kid had just practiced martial arts for a few years and had learned a couple of fighting techniques. But for a professional assassin to fail to kill the kid was indeed quite extraordinary.
Of course, to Chen Feng, who had reached the late stages of Foundation Establishnt and was an Internal Arts Master, this feat was still trivial. He was confident that with just one hand, he could easily crush Leng Xuan like an ant.
He chuckled disinterestedly and said, "I see, Young Master Jun, it’s a minor issue. However, I might not have ti to co over in the morning since I need to take care of so stubborn tenants in the Northern District first. I’ll find him at your school in the afternoon, is that okay?"
Huang Xiaojun was overjoyed and said, "Haha, no worries, Brother Chen, you just take care of the company’s business first. I’ll be waiting for your good news in the afternoon."
Chen Feng smiled and said, "Alright then, Young Master Jun, if there’s nothing else, I’ll hang up first?"
Huang Xiaojun replied, "Sure, Brother Chen, go get busy, take care!"
"..."
After hanging up the phone, Huang Xiaojun didn’t expect Brother Chen to agree so readily. Excited, he sneered and said, "Shit, Leng Xuan, your doomsday has co."
Back in the classroom, Leng Xuan found a new text ssage on the iPhone Su Yurou had given him. Needless to say, it was from Su Yurou, and the ssage read, "Brother Leng Xuan, don’t forget about our noon appointnt!"
Leng Xuan smiled faintly and replied with a ssage, "Hmm, I know."
"Boss, who are you texting with?" Suddenly, Zhao Xiaotian turned around, resting his hands on Leng Xuan’s desk, and asked with a mischievous smile, "You’re smiling so tenderly! Hehe, is it my sister-in-law?"
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