Chapter 475: Chapter 475: Swollen Face
Tang Fei was stunned for a mont, his face growing increasingly ugly. This damned woman has no tact! He hadn’t wasted all that breath just to put on a show.
"Miss Chen!"
Blood rushed to Tang Fei’s head, and he lunged forward, reaching for Chen Baixiang’s arm.
"Hey, now. Young Master of the Tang Family, where are your manners? How can you just grab a girl’s hand like that? Especially when she already has a male companion. Isn’t that a bit too forward?"
Yang Qi’s hand clamped down on Tang Fei’s, gripping it so tightly that Tang Fei grimaced in pain, his expression hideous.
"Besides, isn’t Jiang Shan your girlfriend? A man who’s already taken shouldn’t be coveting other won." With that, Yang Qi shoved Tang Fei back into his seat.
"Kid, are you looking to die? How dare you touch !" Tang Fei exploded.
He had tried his hardest to capture the attention of a country girl, hoping to win her favor, only to be taught a lesson instead. And by a bankrupt nobody, no less. How could he not be furious?
"Watch yourself. This is an auction, Jin Zizhen’s territory. Do you really want to start sothing?" Yang Qi said with a smile.
"You’ve got guts. Take it outside with , one-on-one!" Tang Fei said viciously.
"Are you sure? You want to go one-on-one with ?" Yang Qi scratched his head. He felt quite sorry for this rich young master who seed so eager to die.
"Cut the crap! Do you dare?" Tang Fei hissed, lowering his voice.
"What’s in it for ?" Yang Qi asked lazily.
"If you win, I’ll give you 1,000,000. If you lose, stay out of my business with Miss Chen," Tang Fei said.
"Fine." Yang Qi stood up and started walking out of the seating area.
A vicious smile spread across Tang Fei’s face. "Miss Chen, don’t bla . Your companion here just doesn’t know what’s good for him. Don’t worry, I’ll just teach him a lesson. I won’t be too rough."
"No, no, please don’t hold back at all. Hit him hard!" Chen Baixiang said with a grin.
She could have died laughing. Tang Fei, with his pathetic skills, was talking about holding back? He was truly full of himself.
When Tang Fei heard this, a different idea ford in his mind. So, Miss Chen doesn’t like this Yang Qi fellow either; she’s just not in a position to say so. Perfect! His mind was already racing with pleasant possibilities.
He excitedly followed Yang Qi out.
In less than a minute, they both returned. Tang Fei’s face was bruised and swollen, while Yang Qi was completely unscathed—not even a speck of dust on his pristine white sportswear.
"Sorry about that. I might’ve been a bit rough, but it’s mainly because Young Master Tang can’t really take a punch," Yang Qi said with a grin as he sat down. "Thanks for the 1,000,000, Young Master Tang!"
PTOO!
Tang Fei spat out a mouthful of blood. Hearing Yang Qi’s soul-crushing words, he was about to die from sheer rage. He truly hadn’t expected to be so utterly useless against him.
"Young Master Tang, I will avenge you!" a man nad Zhangben Nanhe stood up. He was reportedly an expatriate from Kappa Country who had immigrated just to practice their karate.
"No, sit down. The performances have already started!" Tang Fei shook his head, but this didn’t an the matter was over. He was a man who avenged every wrong. Yang Qi had struck him, and he would absolutely get his revenge—just not right now. There would be other opportunities.
The opening ceremony’s performance, it had to be said, was far more entertaining than the Spring Festival Gala. It was filled with acts one would never see on television, each more spectacular than the last.
However, the most thrilling act was saved for last. It was called the "Death Duel."
Rumor had it that Jin Zizhen would capture and imprison disobedient individuals, forcing them to fight for their freedom. Three Prefectures Town even had a specialized Death Battle Arena for this purpose, and this auction was, in fact, being held there. The prospect of witnessing a death duel was quite intriguing.
The performance stage was quickly cleared, revealing a vast combat arena.
Two figures appeared in the center of the arena.
One, dressed in lavish robes, was clearly the host. The other wore sothing resembling a prisoner’s uniform, complete with a number and a large, emblazoned character for "Gold." It was an obvious sign that this person was one of Jin Zizhen’s captives.
"OOOOOH! The most exciting mont is here! The Death Duel! This is the legendary Death Duel!" Zhangben Nanhe shouted excitedly. "I’ve heard these Death Fighters are prisoners who have been handpicked after surviving countless battles. They’ll definitely fight with everything they’ve got to leave this godforsaken place. If you can defeat one of them, just one, you’ll win a prize of 1,000,000. Of course, you have to pay 100,000 just for the chance to challenge them. A win gets you a tenfold return on your money. A loss ans your 100,000 is gone, and you might even lose your life."
"That sounds too easy," Jiang Shan said, puzzled. "Look at that Death Fighter. He’s so thin and scrawny, with barely any muscle. I bet anyone even slightly stronger could beat him."
"You can’t underestimate the explosive power a Death Fighter can unleash when their life is on the line. People can really die! Once you step into the arena, you have to sign a life-and-death waiver, absolving them of all responsibility. Fate will decide who lives and who dies! But I’ve never seen this particular Death Fighter before. He does look rather unimpressive. Then again, there are useless ones among them. Anyone who gets lucky with an easy opponent is guaranteed a win."
"Nanhe, you’re a karate expert. Dealing with trash like that should be a piece of cake for you. Why don’t you go earn that 1,000,000? I heard that if you win, you even get your deposit back. It’s basically free money," Tang Fei said, looking at Zhangben Nanhe with a smile.
"I am a proud karate expert from Kappa Country. How could I tarnish my reputation? These death duels are for poor wretches to change their fortunes. I don’t need the money. But you’re right, that one on the stage is no match for . The mont I strike, he will be defeated," Zhangben Nanhe declared, swelling with pride.
"HAHAHA, you’re absolutely right!" Tang Fei laughed. "I’ve long heard that people from Kappa Country hold their reputation in high regard, and it’s certainly true. As a noble from Kappa Country, you have no need to fight with those lowly prisoners. Besides, you certainly don’t need the money. I almost forgot, your family made billions back ho before immigrating! When you put it that way, I’m nowhere near your level. The best I can do is buy a Porsche to play around with."
As he spoke, Tang Fei glanced at Chen Baixiang again. His words were, of course, ant for her—a flex of his wealth. I may have lost to Yang Qi and can’t touch Chen Baixiang, but surely no one can stop
from talking, right?
Unfortunately for him, he was disappointed once more.
Chen Baixiang showed zero interest in his words. In fact, she was rather disgusted by Zhangben Nanhe’s background. Making a fortune in their ho country only to enjoy it abroad, then returning to curse their own origins... she truly despised people like that. Her hatred for the people of Kappa Country had reached its peak, especially after being kidnapped by Chuyun Xiong.
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