It's Best If You Find Me a Junior Sister

Chapter 27: Better Find Me a Junior Sister

It wasn't that Zhao Rui feared these thugs, he just didn't want to cause trouble. After all, the most famous line from his past life: "What are you looking at!"

Was the perfect excuse for thugs to start a fight and show off!

Following Brother Hong through the crowd, they passed through several courtyards and long corridors, arriving in front of an ancient-looking old mansion.

Two burly men in tight-fitting clothes with fierce faces stood in front of the mansion. Seeing the two arrive, they immediately blocked their path, their eyes scanning the newcomers vigilantly.

"Hongtai's people!"

Brother Hong took out a mobile phone and opened an app, displaying a special QR code.

"You can go in!"

Brother Hong replied with a cold, stern face, not cracking a smile, and then led Zhao Rui inside.

The mansion was ancient in appearance, but its structure wasn't entirely wood. Modern materials like concrete had been used in its construction.

There were still guards at the entrance. After verifying their information, one of the guards led the two into the inner courtyard.

The interior of the mansion was completely different from its ancient exterior. It was a massive arena.

A large ring stood in the center, surrounded by tiered seating of varying heights. A sparse crowd was already seated.

Brother Hong scanned the surroundings, his gaze lingering briefly on the southwest corner, then he led Zhao Rui over.

"Master Kui!"

When they reached him, Brother Hong bowed slightly before a stout, rough-faced man and called out.

"Mm, are you confident about the match?"

"Don't worry, Master Kui!"

Hong Fei's scarred, ugly face revealed a respectful smile.

"That's good. You're still young, and there will be many more matches. Don't be impatient! Master Kui is counting on you to make money!"

After speaking, Master Kui laughed heartily and glanced at the others beside him.

These individuals were all seated like Master Kui, on sofas, smoking cigars and with their legs crossed. They were clearly all bosses from the underworld.

"It's all thanks to Master Kui's generosity!"

Hong Fei flattered him, then added, "This is my cousin, he's here to see the sights!"

Master Kui sized Zhao Rui up and down, saying expressionlessly, "Just a student, what's the point of school? You can't earn much money! Go on then!"

Master Kui then turned away from Hong Fei and Zhao Rui, resuming his conversation with the other big shots beside him.

"Damn it, if I had listened to my old man back then and studied that useless nonsense, who knows where I'd be begging for food now!"

"In this day and age, money is king."

Zhao Rui heard their unrestrained voices as he followed the scarred Hong Fei to an empty spot beside the ring.

"You sit here. I need to go backstage to prepare. The boxing match starts at nine. I'm in the first fight, and I'll be done after that."

After giving his instructions, Hong Fei walked towards the backstage area with two men who had come to meet him.

Zhao Rui looked around, taking in the oppressive, dark atmosphere of the entire arena, watching the various tough-looking guys, people he rarely saw in his daily life, moving about.

The sense of temporal displacement made Zhao Rui feel like it wasn't real.

He had asked to come watch Hong Fei's match this time.

He and Hong Fei had become acquainted through a fight, and after acting as a sparring partner for half a month, they had become quite familiar. Seeing that Zhao Rui wanted to experience it, Hong Fei hadn't refused.

So, they had agreed to come watch his match today.

Zhao Rui sat in his seat for about twenty minutes before people started arriving in succession.

There were elegantly dressed urban professionals, rough-mannered street thugs, and even influential figures surrounded by bodyguards.

The entire venue was a melting pot, a mix of all sorts of people.

After all, this was an arena, and the customer was king. The more people who came, the more people would participate in betting.

After a short while, the lights in the arena suddenly began to spin, neon lights blazed, and explosive music roared to life.

Then, several young women in revealing outfits, high heels, and swaying waists walked into the arena, striking seductive poses around the ring's elastic safety railings.

Zhao Rui couldn't help but scan the women. They were indeed attractive and had beautiful figures.

A roar of excitement erupted from the audience.

"This is the vibe!"

How could an event like this be complete without women?

A moment later, a bald man jumped onto the ring, announced the rules for the current competition, and worked the crowd into a frenzy.

Zhao Rui's seat was in the area reserved for the fighters. Before long, Brother Hong, accompanied by members of his gang, returned.

They exchanged a look without speaking. Hong Fei sat down directly, rubbing his hands together, his gaze distant, as if the surrounding world had nothing to do with him.

"First match, Hongtai's Hong Fei versus Ninghai's Yu Hongle!"

As the announcer's voice faded, Hong Fei twisted his neck, stood up, and with a leap, soared ten feet into the air before flipping into the arena.

On the other side, a lean man slowly climbed onto the arena as well.

Although Zhao Rui had never witnessed a black market fight before, he had participated in martial arts competitions.

Despite the different atmosphere, the general process was similar, so he didn't pay much attention.

It wasn't until the match began and the two fighters clashed that Zhao Rui realized what black market boxing truly was.

The rules of this arena were simple: there were no rules. Life and death were disregarded until one party surrendered or lost the ability to fight.

As the two exchanged blows in the arena, their internal energy erupted. Punches and kicks imbued with Internal Energy were unleashed on each other without restraint.

Both fighters employed solid, straightforward martial arts techniques. Soon, they were both bleeding and looked quite battered.

Zhao Rui's previously calm expression turned serious.

This opponent was no weaker than Hong Fei; they were evenly matched.

He suspected there were too many variables that could decide the outcome.

Just then, the situation in the ring changed dramatically. Hong Fei, who had been trading blows with his opponent, suddenly executed a swift maneuver. He pulled and pushed his opponent's wrist, then ducked low, stepping in with an elbow strike.

In an instant, his opponent was sent flying backward.

Before the opponent could even hit the ground, Hong Fei closed the distance and delivered a heavy blow to their temple!

Still airborne from the first strike, the opponent took another powerful hit. By the time they landed, they were on the verge of death, completely unable to resist.

"Hongtai wins!"

After the referee counted, he raised Hong Fei's hand and declared victory.

The entire venue erupted in a cacophony of cheers and jeers.

Not far from Zhao Rui, a familiar voice spoke with a hint of amusement, "That kid Hong Fei has both ferocity and wit. I like him. Go tell him his appearance fee will increase by twenty thousand."

"It's his fortune to be appreciated by Master Kui. This kid is brave and fights hard; he's indeed quite good."

As the voices faded into the distance, Zhao Rui couldn't help but look up at the arena, at the disfigured, barely breathing lean man. He felt a pang of empathy.

"Congratulations, Brother Hong!"

Seeing Hong Fei approach, surrounded by a crowd, Zhao Rui stood up and offered his congratulations.

"Mm!"

A faint smile touched Hong Fei's swollen face. He wiped away the blood trickling from the corner of his mouth and said, "Give me a moment to rest, and then we'll talk."

With that, he staggered toward the backstage lounge.

Seeing him like this, Zhao Rui knew that even though he had won the fight, he wasn't in much better shape.

After Hong Fei left, Zhao Rui didn't dare to move rashly and remained seated, waiting quietly.

It wasn't until nearly an hour later, after his wounds had been treated, that Hong Fei walked over, frowning.

"Are you alright?"

Zhao Rui stood up and went to meet him, asking.

"I'm fine. A couple of broken ribs and some internal injuries. I'll be good as new after a period of recuperation," Hong Fei said nonchalantly.

"Let's go! I'll take you out of here!"

After speaking, Hong Fei took the lead and guided Zhao Rui out of the building.

Stepping out the main gate, Zhao Rui felt his vision clear. Even the dark night seemed bright.

They didn't exchange many words. It wasn't until they had left the market filled with street vendors that Hong Fei spoke, "You should go back. Don't come here again. This place isn't suitable for you!"

Zhao Rui smiled faintly and replied, "I understand. Thank you for bringing me here today."

"You're welcome. If one day... never mind. Summer vacation will be over soon, and you'll be going back to school. Good luck, student!"

Hong Fei finished speaking, turned, waved goodbye, and walked down a different fork in the road without looking back.

Zhao Rui watched his slightly staggering back. Though his posture was straight, there was an undeniable air of desolation about him.

After seeing him off, Zhao Rui turned and entered a small alley. He wound his way through the dark area, emerging into the brightly lit, bustling city.

One doesn't gain experience without going through things.

In the dark corners, human lives were as cheap as grass. Under the influence of money and power, mortals were all ants.

This was already his second life. With an overpowered cheat, why not live freely and enjoy this wonderful Martial Way world?

Whether in darkness or in light, wherever he was, he would enjoy the prosperity!

Zhao Rui paused and quickly left the area.

Time rushes by like a stream, never waiting for anyone!

Another half a month passed in a flash. Zhao Rui was still working as a sparring partner at the martial arts hall.

With the martial arts hall holiday approaching, more students arrived, which also significantly improved Zhao Rui's "business."

The money he earned naturally increased.

In just over a month, he made over five thousand yuan.

It was about the same as his father earned in a month.

This was definitely his private stash!

After the Gaokao, Zhao Rui had been working at Wende Martial Arts Hall. He mostly spent his free time refining his inner qi moves and rarely visited Jiming Pharmacy.

As time went on, Li Da Naodai became impatient and often complained to his senior disciples.

As expected, early this morning, the Senior Disciple Brother delivered a message from their master, saying that he would test Zhao Rui on his studies from this period in the evening.

He wanted to see if Zhao Rui had slacked off after graduating.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Rui felt a wave of helplessness. He had two sparring sessions scheduled for the evening, and now, hundreds of yuan were gone.

However, how could he disobey his master's command? He immediately asked for leave from the coach at Wende Martial Arts Hall and rushed to Jiming Pharmacy.

Pushing open the familiar wooden door, he heard shouts coming from the house.

Under the hazy night sky, two large floodlights illuminated the courtyard brightly.

A dozen or so pre-teens were uniformly punching and kicking in the courtyard, creating whooshing gusts of wind.

Seeing Zhao Rui arrive, the Second Disciple Brother, who was standing on the front steps supervising their training, smiled and said, "The college student is here!"

"Second Disciple Brother, you're making fun of me again!"

Zhao Rui strode over.

"Senior Disciple Brother, you're here! You did so well on your exams, Master has been praising you a lot lately!"

"Yeah, Master is even stricter with us now, sigh!"

"Senior Disciple Brother, when are you going to college? Is college good?"

The younger disciples listening to their conversation stopped their movements and looked at Zhao Rui, bombarding him with questions.

"Let me see Master first, then I'll talk to you all!"

Zhao Rui patted the heads of a few of the little ones, said goodbye to the Second Disciple Brother, and then followed the corridor under the eaves into the inner residence.

Pushing open the ancient, intricately carved wooden door, Zhao Rui immediately saw his master, Li Cunxin, sitting on a lounge chair, fanning himself lazily with a folding fan, his eyes closed in repose.

"Master!"

Zhao Rui stepped forward and called out.

Li Cunxin slowly opened a sliver of his right eye, glanced at Zhao Rui, and then said unhurriedly, "Whose child is this? Wrong door, perhaps!"

Zhao Rui's forehead instantly creased. He was so old, yet he still acted like a child, throwing tantrums all day.

"Master, your disciple hasn't been idle during this time; I've been practicing my skills every day!"

"Oh, is our pharmacy too small to hold you? Is there no place for you to practice here?"

Li Cunxin stopped pretending to sleep, opened his eyes, and glared at Zhao Rui.

"What are you saying, Master? Your disciple just took a job, working day and night to earn money! Or perhaps, you could cover my university tuition?"

Zhao Rui's sword-like eyebrows relaxed, a smug smile appearing in his eyes.

"Heh, you brat, do you know how hard it is for me to support a whole family? Where would I get the money for you? Let your parents earn it!"

As soon as Li Cunxin mentioned money, he perked up. He stopped his pretense and immediately sat up straight. He sized up Zhao Rui and frowned, "I see your divine light is contained, and your breathing is long and steady. Could it be that your internal energy has greatly improved?"

"Master, as your disciple said, I have been diligently practicing!"

"What a shame!" Li Da Naodai scratched his head, looking at Zhao Rui with disappointment, as if he were a piece of iron that couldn't be forged into steel. "If you had broken through a month earlier, you definitely would have made the top fifty. Then I wouldn't have lost..."

"Lost what?"

Zhao Rui was taken aback, his eyes narrowing instantly.

"Nothing, nothing, go on with your business! When you have a celebration, don't forget to invite me."

"Understood, Master!"

Zhao Rui chuckled and headed to the main hall of the back residence to pay his respects to his master's wife.

Normally, only Li Cunxin and his wife lived in the pharmacy. During the day and in the evening, they had their disciples keeping them company. But at night, it was just the old couple alone in the empty house.

When Zhao Rui was in junior high and sometimes practiced late, he would stay at the pharmacy.

His master's wife would even prepare medicinal foot-soaking water for him, treating him completely like her own grandchild.

Therefore, Zhao Rui coming and going from the inner residence felt just like coming home.

After chatting with his master's wife for a while, Zhao Rui leisurely left the inner residence.

"When you have time, also tell your junior disciples how to study. If a few more of our disciples get into key universities, it will be easier for me to recruit students in the future!"

Li Cunxin said "meaningfully."

"Understood, Master. When I earn money in the future, I definitely won't let you work so hard!"

"If I listened to you, I'd get the whole year wrong! You guys should be glad I'm not mad at you. Soon, I'll have to find another apprentice..."

"Go on, go on, and better find me a junior apprentice sister! I don't even have a girlfriend yet!"

"Get lost, get lost, get lost!"

Zhao Rui chuckled and bolted, running away from the front hall of the rear residence.