Ye Feng was just about to rest.
Lying on the bed, he took out his newly purchased phone and logged into his old Feixin account.
There were many unread ssages, all sent years ago, so from college classmates, others from friends.
Ti had passed for so long, Ye Feng carefully browsed through them but chose not to reply.
His gaze fell on a ssage from soone nad Little Biscuit. He hesitated for a mont but eventually opened it.
He typed a few words and gently clicked send.
Little Biscuit was Liu Yingying's Feixin na.
He wondered how she was doing after all these years. Was she married with children now?
Or...
Ye Feng didn't continue to imagine. After all, who in the world would wait for soone without hope and waste their life?
It's not that he didn't believe in love; he just believed in reality.
Ye Feng's ssage was destined to sink into the sea.
As he expected, there was no reply for a long ti. He sighed inwardly, thinking about how many years had passed.
Perhaps she was already married, with children half-grown. Why disturb her life?
Back then, he and Liu Yingying were in love, not knowing she was the daughter of the Liu family.
Liu Yingying also didn't know he was the founder of Yunfeng Group.
Their love back then was, you could say, quite pure!
But even the purest love can't withstand the winds of ti. Ye Feng ended up in prison, and she would likely have moved on to a life unrelated to him.
Marriage and children are the paths most people take, so Ye Feng didn't hold too many fantasies about the woman he loved deeply.
He was no longer the Ye Feng of the past; he had co to see things more clearly.
Then he rembered his mother's funeral, which Aunt Liu said was organized by a young, beautiful woman.
He guessed that person might be Liu Yingying. After all, matters of life and death are not sothing soone would help with unless they had a deep connection.
If he had the chance to et her in the future, he would say thank you.
Thinking of this, Ye Feng felt much more at ease. Just as he was about to fall asleep, his phone rang with a pleasant ringtone.
It was an unfamiliar number.
Ye Feng's number was brand new, and not many people knew he was back, only Luo Yan, Su Weiwei, and Zheng Guozhong had exchanged contact information with him.
Where did this number co from?
Ye Feng hesitated for a mont but chose to answer.
"Are you Ye Feng?"
A man's voice ca through.
Ye Feng frowned and then responded, "Yes, who are you?"
"Who I am doesn't matter. Luo Yan is in my hands. If you want to save her, co to the No. 13 Boxing Gym in the north of the city."
The No. 13 Boxing Gym was an underground boxing venue set up by Xie Haisheng, where fights were held daily, commonly known as black boxing.
Many of Liancheng's upper-class people liked to watch, and Xie Haisheng had set up gambling for these spectators to seek thrills.
The No. 13 Boxing Gym was one of Xie Haisheng's important sources of inco.
At this mont, in a room in the gym, Luo Yan was tied up, her mouth tightly gagged.
She struggled continuously but couldn't speak, only making muffled sounds.
Zhou Hai stood by, grinning sinisterly, while Qiangzi held the phone connected to Ye Feng, placing it by Luo Yan's ear.
"Say a few words to that kid."
With that, he pulled the cloth from Luo Yan's mouth, and she imdiately cried into the phone, "Feng...brother, please save ."
Luo Yan was just a college freshman, and facing a group of fierce thugs, she trembled with fear.
Her parents were away for years, her grandmother was old, and the only person she could rely on was Ye Feng.
At this mont, she was like a drowning child, and Ye Feng was her only lifeline.
"You bitch, still crying? Wait and see what happens to you!"
The young man nad Qiangzi slapped Luo Yan hard, then took the phone away.
Luo Yan's fair cheek turned red, her eyes filled with fear, and she bit her lip, not daring to make a sound.
"You better co quickly, or who knows, you might find a naked beauty when you arrive."
Qiangzi said with a lewd smile, then hung up the phone.
On the other end, Ye Feng's face was dark, anger boiling in his mind.
He threw on a jacket, hopped on his electric scooter, and braved the cold wind, heading nacingly towards the No. 13 Boxing Gym.
In the dimly lit hall of the No. 13 Boxing Gym, two fighters faced off on a massive ring.
The surrounding seats were packed, and each heavy blow from the fighters drew a wave of uproarious noise.
The No. 13 Boxing Gym was known as the bloodiest place in Liancheng, where life-and-death battles played out daily.
Every fighter risked their life on the ring; the winner would receive a handso prize.
The loser would die, their body taken by the gym's people to be buried hastily in the wilderness outside the city, their na forgotten.
At this mont, the duel continued on the stage. A large, muscular fighter grabbed his opponent's neck, the latter struggling fiercely, veins bulging.
He delivered an elbow strike, smashing into the opponent's eye, causing it to burst, blood splattering.
The opponent instantly lost the will to fight, weakening, while the dominant fighter continued to knee his chest repeatedly.
After a dozen strikes, the opponent vomited blood, the light in his eyes dimming, collapsing heavily to the ground, lifeless.
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The victorious fighter raised his hand in celebration, triggering a tidal wave of cheers from the audience.
On a high platform, Xie Haisheng and a young man sat side by side, watching the entire match.
"Xie Laosi, the fighter you hired from Southeast Asia is quite capable."
The young man beside Xie Haisheng smiled slightly.
This young man was none other than Liu Sandao, another big shot on par with Xie Haisheng in Liancheng.
Nicknad "Crossing Dragon," he wasn't a local but a rising star who erged a few years ago.
Back then, he fought his way through Liancheng alone, not only developing his own power but also establishing a firm foothold.
Even when Xie Haisheng and another big shot joined forces to suppress him, they couldn't eliminate him, creating a tripartite balance in the underworld.
He was a tougher character than Xie Haisheng, equally powerful.
Xie Haisheng, hearing this, glanced at his rival and said proudly, "Of course, unless you step in personally, none of your n could take him down."
Liu Sandao sneered, "All show, no substance!"
"Xiao San, go and et him!"
With that, a young man with a buzz cut stepped forward. He was small but had a fierce look in his eyes.
He confidently said to Liu Sandao, "Third Brother, watch take down that drunkard."
With that, he walked onto the ring.
Although Xie Haisheng and Liu Sandao were well-known in Liancheng, not many people recognized them.
Only those with so status in Liancheng might have seen them occasionally at certain events.
In a good spot in the audience, two won sat in an inconspicuous corner.
One of them was the internet celebrity nad Qingqing, whom Ye Feng had accidentally bumped into at school yesterday.
The other woman was equally attractive, with a fiery deanor, dressed in a tight black outfit, exuding a sharp aura.
The woman glanced at Xie Haisheng and Liu Sandao, whispering, "Qingqing, see those two? They're the big shots ruling the underworld."
Qingqing was still in shock, having just witnessed a fighter being beaten to death and dragged off the stage.
It was too overwhelming for her. If it weren't for her bestie dragging her along, she wouldn't have dared to co to such a place.
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