The Big Water Pipe

Inside the villa

Liu Jinxiong and Luo Youyi had already departed with a hint of regret.

These two major benefactors had not picked any slots among the death row inmates, so they were just here to go through the motions this time.

As for Guo Can, the King of Home Appliances, although he had selected a death row inmate who was about to enter the ring, before it even began, Song Ren had manually and forcefully 'deactivated' him.

Having lost face, and to a death row inmate at that, Guo Can was seething with anger.

But the other party had already obtained an entry ticket to the top-tier boxing ring, meaning he was no longer just a simple death row inmate.

He was also a top-tier boxer backed by the Fook Shing Building, so if he wanted to 'take care' of him, it couldn't be as direct as before.

Therefore, after the event, he couldn't be bothered to stay and face anyone, and left directly.

At this moment, the only people left in the villa's main hall were the wealthy woman Tong Peipei, the tycoon Xu Jiaqi, and Sir Zhu's precious daughter, Zhu Bao'er.

Chen Sheng brought Song Ren and his group into the villa. The first thing they saw, illuminated by orange and white glass lamps, was a large, azure swimming pool.

The garden had lush green trees.

The three-story beige villa was topped with a large expanse of crimson dragon wood carvings.

On the wall directly opposite, blackish-brown ink was used to carve dragons and paint phoenixes, outlining a giant character for 'Harmony'.

On both sides of the garden, staff dressed in suits or as maids were busy coming and going.

Upon seeing Chen Sheng, most of them respectfully bowed and called out, "Brother Sheng."

Once inside the villa, the interior was even brighter. The indoor decor leaned towards a pale blue and white, presenting an overall cool color scheme.

The large LCD screens hanging on the walls of the main hall were all turned off.

In the living room, four pale blue and white glass lamps hung from the ceiling at different angles, shining brilliantly.

In the center, a circular arrangement of azure leather sofas, elegant rosewood chairs, and a snow-white egg-shaped hanging chair each had a person seated.

Xu Jiaqi, dressed in a suit, sat on a rosewood chair.

He wore gold-rimmed glasses on his nose. He put down his wine glass and gave a polite smile in Song Ren's direction.

Seated on the sofa was a languid, mature woman. She wore a cinched cheongsam with pale purple floral embroidery, her features were delicate and cold, and her jet-black hair was tied into a braid that draped over her shoulder and down her chest.

Tong Peipei's legs were together, and she leaned against the armrest of the sofa, her toes, painted with blood-red nail polish, slightly curled.

The moment Song Ren entered, he keenly felt that the woman's gaze towards him was somewhat fervent.

And on the snow-white hanging chair in the corner, Zhu Bao'er was wearing a beige, cinched long dress. Her jet-black hair was fluffy and smooth, her features were exquisite, and there were two faint dimples on the corners of her mouth.

A pair of clear, chestnut-colored pupils were fixed on Song Ren.

This scene made Song Ren pause slightly. At first, he thought the major benefactor who came to support him was the one with the gold-rimmed glasses.

Then he thought it was the cold and alluring woman on the sofa.

Now, it seemed that the young woman in the hanging chair might also be a possibility.

Song Ren was a bit confused, so he didn't bother thinking too much about it.

Among his companions, Du Youbang was staring at Tong Peipei with extreme aggression.

After being locked up in Stanley for several years, the moment he got out, he saw such a beautiful woman, and a flicker of heat rose in his eyes.

As the former leader of Fu Yi, and a past Double Flower Red Stick of the triad.

Du Youbang's greatest impression, besides his excellent fighting skills and ruthless style of doing things, was his indulgence in women.

Lu Zhengyang, although somewhat pathetic at the moment, maintained his full toughness. He stood to the side without a word, his gaze very restrained.

He was neither as natural as Song Ren, nor as unrestrained as Du Youbang. Instead, he showed more of a self-awareness.

There was no helping it; he was the most miserable of the three.

After Chen Sheng entered, he greeted them with a smile, "Mr. Xu, Sister Peipei, Miss Zhu."

Tong Peipei's aggressive gaze shifted back from Song Ren. After sweeping over Lu Zhengyang, a hint of disappointment inevitably flashed in her eyes.

Back when she saw the list of death row inmates, she had immediately taken a liking to Lu Zhengyang.

The biggest reason at the time was that in his profile, Lu Zhengyang's powerfully built physique was too impactful.

At first glance, he looked exactly like the Terminator.

If nothing unexpected happened, this physique should be able to become a champion-level fighter in the top-tier boxing ring.

But what was unexpected, happened.

Lu Zhengyang, this death row inmate who looked like the Terminator, successfully terminated Tong Peipei's beautiful fantasy of the Terminator.

Now, upon meeting him formally, she was even more disappointed.

He was simply too reserved in his demeanor.

He lacked charisma, and his fighting skills could only be described as barely adequate.

Especially with someone like Song Ren as a benchmark, Lu Zhengyang's performance was even more unsatisfactory.

In fact, the gap was quite significant compared to the other death row inmate with the extremely aggressive gaze.

Finally, she turned her gaze to Chen Sheng with disappointment, and a slight smile immediately appeared on her cold, beautiful face.

With her sexy toes, she pushed a full glass of red wine over:

"Ah Sheng, it's been a long time."

Chen Sheng didn't mind, and walked over gallantly, raising his glass and drinking it in one gulp.

Tong Peipei showed admiration, sat up straight, and crossed her legs: "Tsk tsk, looking around Fook Shing, Ah Sheng, you're still the one who suits my taste the most."

"When are you going to let Sister help you make a splash? You haven't appeared in the boxing ring for a long time, have you?"

"Be careful that people in the syndicate forget your reputation as the Handsome Boxing King Sheng."

Chen Sheng didn't refuse directly. Instead, he turned back and said, "Sister Peipei is joking. Never mind the masters in the ring, just here, there's already someone I can't compare to."

Tong Peipei followed his gaze and lingered on Song Ren's face before sighing, "But he already has someone supporting him."

After speaking, her gaze glanced back at the radiant Zhu Bao'er on the hanging chair with a hint of resentment.

Zhu Bao'er smiled, her dimples becoming more pronounced: "Sister Peipei, you have several other boxers under you, don't just focus on him."

Tong Peipei could only retract her gaze.

Song Ren, arriving here, finally knew which big spender was supporting him.

He turned and looked at the woman sitting on the hanging chair again.

The first impression was her youth.

She was also quite attractive, but her aura was still a little immature.

She seemed like a gentle lady, but unexpectedly, she was also someone who enjoyed underground boxing.

Tong Peipei saw this and said with a slightly sour tone, "Don't look around so much, she has a fiancé..."

Song Ren raised an eyebrow. What does it have to do with me if she has a fiancé?

At this moment, Tong Peipei's voice continued, "And he's the Crown Prince of Fok's Bank."

Song Ren looked over with slight surprise.

Huh, what a coincidence?

Then it might actually have something to do with me.

However, it was with her fiancé's father.

Wishing everyone a Happy New Year and a happy family reunion.

-- Jesus

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