Speaking Such Blunt Truths

Tang San abruptly turned his head and glared furiously at Ma Hongjun and Dai Mubai.

Though he was furious himself, he would never allow anyone else to speak ill of Xiao Wu.

Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun looked at each other. They knew their words had been harsh, but they were simply telling the truth. Why had Tang San reacted so strongly?

"Little San, we spoke out of turn."

Dai Mubai had seen more of the world, and when he realized Tang San was genuinely angry, he quickly backed down. "If you don't want to hear it, we won't mention it again."

He hurriedly tugged at Ma Hongjun's sleeve and gave him a meaningful look.

Ma Hongjun could only mutter unwillingly, "Yeah, Little San, I was wrong. I shouldn't have spouted such blunt truths. Don't take it to heart."

It felt as if Tang San had been stabbed again.

He forced himself to endure it, took a deep breath, suppressed his Fiery Temper, and stopped pursuing the matter.

After all, this was no time for infighting.

Only Oscar, whose presence had remained low all along, had kept his gaze fixed on the direction Ning Rongrong had disappeared in from the very beginning. His soul practically followed her away, and he had not noticed that the others beside him had nearly started arguing.

Each with their own thoughts, the group entered the noisy, bustling Battle Soul Arena.

Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing were quickly assigned their match times.

Lin Feng immediately rushed toward the betting counter.

He now carried a huge sum of more than four thousand Gold Coins on him. This was the wealthiest he had ever been in all these years!

After checking their odds, he saw that the payout for newcomers was quite high. Both were set at one-to-two.

Thinking that his Little Treasury would soon double, he became so excited that his hands trembled.

Zhu Zhuqing's match was first, and he did not hesitate to place his bet.

"Hello, I'd like to place a bet. Codename: Bamboo Leaf Green. Four thousand Gold Coins on her to win."

As he pulled out the heavy money pouch, his face was clearly filled with pain and reluctance, as if he were handing over not Gold Coins, but his lifeblood.

Zhu Zhuqing had no interest in betting or gambling and had already gone straight to the waiting area.

Ning Rongrong simply looked down on such a small amount of money. If she bet too much, she was afraid the Battle Soul Arena would not be able to pay up, so she went to the waiting area with Zhu Zhuqing.

Xiao Wu, standing beside Lin Feng, looked eager as she stared at the gleaming Gold Coins.

"Brother Lin Feng, you're placing bets too?" Xiao Wu leaned closer and asked curiously.

Lin Feng turned to see her and raised an eyebrow. "Why did you come over too? Don't you need to prepare for your match?"

"Hehe, it's not my turn yet!"

Xiao Wu said with a grin, "I saw you heading this way and guessed you were coming to bet, so I followed along to watch the fun. Who did you bet on? Rong Rong?"

"Of course. I bet on both of them!"

Lin Feng promised confidently, "Listen to me, you can't go wrong. It's a sure win! Want to bet a little too? I'll make you rich!"

Xiao Wu naturally knew Zhu Zhuqing's strength, and she was not especially obsessed with making money.

But seeing how enthusiastic Lin Feng was, she became interested too. "Sure! Then I'll bet on Zhu Qing and Rong Rong to win too!"

She took out her flat little money pouch and carefully counted out one hundred Gold Coins to place her bet.

Those one hundred Gold Coins had been deliberately given to her by Tang San. Who knew whether he had finally gotten a clue?

She noticed that Lin Feng's gaze remained fixed on her shabby little money pouch. She immediately felt embarrassed and awkward, her cheeks warming slightly.

What does Brother Lin Feng mean by this? Does he think I'm poor? But his expression doesn't seem to mean that!

Young girls were sensitive, and moments like this made them especially prone to embarrassment.

"Brother Lin Feng, don't laugh at me. My money..." She tried to explain, her voice growing softer and softer.

But Lin Feng interrupted her directly, his tone carrying sincere surprise and a hint of envy.

"I never expected you to have so much Private Savings, Xiao Wu! That's amazing. With so many Gold Coins, you could buy so, so much delicious food!"

"When I was your age, I often couldn't even eat my fill!"

"Huh?"

Xiao Wu froze. His reaction was completely beyond her expectations. It seemed nothing like the disdain she had imagined.

"Alright, the bets are placed! I'm going to watch the match. You should go get ready too," Lin Feng said in high spirits.

"Mm! Okay!"

Xiao Wu nodded hard. "Then I'm going to prepare for my match too! Brother Lin Feng, remember to watch my match!"

"Definitely!"

After watching Xiao Wu leave, Lin Feng headed straight for the spectator stands.

He had barely sat down in an inconspicuous seat when a prickling sensation crept up his back.

His instincts told him that a hostile gaze was firmly locked onto him.

The feeling was extremely unpleasant.

Lin Feng frowned slightly and casually scanned his surroundings.

Unfortunately, the arena was deafening with noise. Spectators packed the place shoulder to shoulder, and the chaos made it difficult to immediately locate the source of that gaze.

Moreover, whenever he tried to search for it, the feeling of being watched vanished without a trace.

After finding nothing, he temporarily suppressed the matter.

Whoever it was, before absolute strength, they were nothing more than a clown jumping about.

As long as he could ensure that his two precious Disciples remained safe, he would deal with whatever came his way.

For now, making money was more important.

Yet things were often like this: the less one wanted to be disturbed, the more trouble came knocking.

Just as he was fully focused on waiting for Zhu Zhuqing to enter the arena, that sensation of being followed appeared again!

This time, Lin Feng remained on high alert in advance.

Sure enough, at the corner of a corridor to the side, he caught sight of a black shadow that flashed past!

His eyes narrowed. It would have been one thing if he had not noticed it, but now that he had, he could not possibly ignore it.

He had to nip every potential threat in the bud.

He immediately rose from his seat and quickly headed toward that corridor corner.

When he arrived, he saw only the edge of a garment vanishing around the next bend.

It felt as though someone was deliberately guiding him, revealing just enough of themselves whenever he was about to lose the trail.

"Heh... interesting." Lin Feng sneered.

He already knew that someone was deliberately trying to lure him out of the Battle Soul Arena.

Anyone capable of being so sneaky while concealing their aura so thoroughly was certainly no weakling.

In a place like Suotuo City, there were only a handful of people with such strength.

But would Lin Feng be afraid? Not a chance!

He simply followed openly, determined to see what the other party was plotting.

Seeing part of the figure at every corner at just the "right moment," this pretentious little game gradually wore away his patience.

"Damn it, if you want to lure me somewhere deserted, just say so! There's no need to play these ghostly games!" Lin Feng shouted directly into the empty corridor.

Sure enough, when he rounded the final street corner, he saw an unusually burly figure standing with its back to him in the depths of a dim, secluded alley.

The newcomer wore a tattered hooded cloak that shrouded his entire body in shadow, giving off an aged yet dangerous aura.

That classic tattered-cloak look made Lin Feng instantly guess the newcomer's identity.

Who else could it be besides that Old Schemer?