Enemies Meet on a Narrow Road

That older woman had been a little hesitant at first, but after Feng Jun talked her into it with a couple of words, she made up her mind decisively and signed up for a thirty-thousand-yuan membership card.

From this one sale alone, Feng Jun would earn a commission of twenty-four hundred yuan.

The woman also asked about personal training. When she heard that he did not have a coaching certificate, her disappointment showed plainly. In the end, she even said, "Then introduce me to a personal trainer sometime."

The coaches nearby turned green with envy. Personal training commissions were far higher than membership commissions, starting at ten percent.

Membership commissions, meanwhile, started at three percent. Since the woman had bought a thirty-thousand-yuan card, Feng Jun could earn an eight-percent commission.

If Liu Shuming had not just suffered at Feng Jun's hands, some coach would definitely have come over to point fingers at the junior employee's business.

Of course, no one had the nerve now. They could only watch him with longing eyes.

Feng Jun replied with a smile, "There are plenty of body-sculpting coaches, but not many with real skills. I'll keep an eye out for one for you."

What he said was meant to flaunt Hongjie Club's professionalism. The junior employees had always spoken that way before, so there should have been nothing wrong with it.

But the other coaches' eyes turned blue with rage. Damn it, it was only body sculpting—who the hell could not do that?

They felt stifled inside, yet they could not argue, much less complain out loud—the club explicitly prohibited such behavior.

Zhao Qi, however, sidled over and said with a mischievous grin, "Feng Jun, your charm's really been growing."

Feng Jun rolled his eyes at him and could not be bothered to respond. But before long, he quietly slipped into the staff locker room and studied himself carefully in the mirror.

Sure enough, he felt that his appearance really had changed somewhat. As for exactly where it had changed, he could not say, but... it had definitely changed.

Could it be that his temperament had changed? Was this the legendary "it's all about temperament"?

In any case, he was quite satisfied with his changes. He had grown taller and slimmer, the flab that had once been so hard to lose was now mostly gone, and even his looks and bearing had changed.

If he kept training for a while longer, he would reach an even more perfect state.

The older woman worked out on and off for two hours before a phone call summoned her away. Several employees who got along well with Feng Jun gathered around him, noisily demanding that he treat them to a meal.

Feng Jun was usually frugal with money, but he was not stingy. He had just been about to agree when he saw Zhao Qi joining in the ruckus, and his interest vanished at once.

I could treat anyone, but not you!

So he smiled and cupped his hands. "I'll definitely treat everyone, but I want to buy a phone today... my phone is broken beyond belief. Once payday comes, I'll definitely treat you all."

"That's not very decent of you," Zhao Qi was the first to shout. This guy was just that annoying. "That was thirty thousand yuan, a full twenty-four hundred in commission. How much could one meal possibly cost?"

Feng Jun gave him an indifferent glance. "The money I've lost in the dorm alone would be enough to treat everyone several times over."

Zhao Qi's face immediately flushed crimson, and he flew into a rage. "Y-you... what do you mean by that?"

Feng Jun glanced at him, turned, and walked toward the door without answering.

But Zhao Qi refused to let it go. He hurried forward two steps and reached for Feng Jun's shoulder. "Stop... explain yourself."

Feng Jun dodged aside and slapped his hand away. Turning back, he asked coldly, "I lost money in the dorm. Don't you know that?"

Zhao Qi's face reddened even more. "Of course I know you lost money, but saying it to my face... what do you mean by that?"

"I'm just saying I lost money... everyone knows that." Feng Jun spread his hands and spoke blandly. "I never said you did it. Why are you baring your teeth and glaring? Feeling guilty?"

After losing the money, he had asked around everywhere, so everyone knew about it. Zhao Qi was the prime suspect, and everyone knew that too. No one could say Feng Jun was wrong for speaking as he had.

Zhao Qi had swallowed a mute loss. He could only watch Feng Jun leave. Not until Feng Jun had gone out the main doors did he stomp his feet and curse, "Cheap and stingy, and you even spit blood at people! Sharing a dorm with you is eight lifetimes of bloody misfortune."

While Zhao Qi was desperately trying to clear himself, Feng Jun had already returned to the dorm, packed up his belongings, made preparations to leave, and then headed downstairs straight for the phone market.

He truly planned to buy a new phone. His senior phone only had a handful of apps. Worst of all, the customized phone had Liaoliao installed and impossible to uninstall, yet it did not have enough memory to update it. Snatching a red packet took at least half a minute, and the phone would freeze if he was not careful.

Before, he had been reluctant to buy a phone and worried it might be stolen. But now his future was bright, he would not be staying in the dorm much longer, and he had landed a big sale today. Why not buy a phone?

Most importantly, with a new phone, not only could he try more apps, he could also find out whether his strange fortune was limited to the senior phone or could work on other devices as well.

He absolutely had to get to the bottom of that as soon as possible.

Feng Jun browsed around the phone market for quite a while before finally buying a phone. It was not only domestically made, but also performed very well and offered excellent value for money.

The Maolin Phone used a small SIM card, while the senior phone used a large one. Feng Jun thought for a long time before deciding not to replace the large SIM card. For now, he would not put a card in the new phone and would test it over Wi-Fi first.

Buying the phone and having software preinstalled took him quite a while. By the time he left the phone market, it was nearly six o'clock.

He planned to go back to the hotel to stay. He had booked the room for the day, after all, and there was no sense letting it go to waste. He had not checked out at noon for precisely this reason.

The hotel was not far from Hongjie Club, only about a kilometer away. Feng Jun knew the area fairly well, so he chose to cut through a small alley.

The alley was exceptionally narrow, barely even an alley at all—just a gap between several buildings. It could fit two small electric scooters side by side, but not larger ones.

On the other side of the buildings was a bustling downtown packed with traffic, while this side was silent and deserted.

The moment Feng Jun turned into the alley, he spotted three people standing ahead with their hands in their pockets.

The three had their backs to him, so without a second thought, he slipped back out. Then he quietly poked half his head around the corner to see what they were doing... Huh, there was actually someone he knew?

In the middle stood a broad-shouldered, thick-waisted man. Feng Jun recognized him from his back alone—who else could it be but Liu Shuming?

The next moment, a short man ran in from the other end. Urgent footsteps sounded behind him, along with a woman shouting loudly, "Stop him... catch that thief!"

She shouted, but who else had any interest in meddling in such business? The woman who had shouted could only chase after him alone.

When she rushed into the small alley and saw three more people ahead, she froze. "Y-you... what are you doing?"

Liu Shuming had a piece of black gauze covering his face. He gave the woman a sinister smile. "You've got some nerve."

The woman chasing after the thief was only in her early twenties. Her hair was tied into a ponytail, and she wore a white short-sleeved silk blouse, light-blue denim shorts, and white sneakers.

She truly had guts. Facing four burly men, after a brief moment of shock, she did not turn and run. Instead, she sneered. "It seems this masked friend was specifically waiting for me?"

"If I don't cover my face, should I wait for the surveillance cameras to catch me?" Liu Shuming waved a hand. "Take this bitch down!"

"Hold it!" The woman snorted coldly and spoke unhurriedly. "Do you know who I am? Touch me... and you're as good as dead!"

"Touch you? I'll rape you first, then kill you!" Liu Shuming grinned viciously. "Damn it, you just had to be so reluctant to part with your ill-gotten money."

Before his words had even faded, the two men beside him rushed forward together, raining punches and kicks on the woman.

But this woman was truly formidable. She actually held off the attacks of two men. Though she was stretched thin and took several hits in quick succession, she still found chances to strike back.

It was not until the thief rushed forward, leaped at her, and clung tightly to one of her legs that she was completely forced onto the defensive.

"Damn it, I should've worn stockings."

At that moment, Feng Jun, who had been watching from not far away, finally recognized the girl—wasn't she one of those four girls from the day before yesterday?

Liu Shuming had tried to take advantage of them then, only for two of the girls to prove especially good at fighting. This girl was one of them.

Feng Jun was not especially good at recognizing women, and this girl was no peerless beauty, merely above average. But girls who could fight like this were exceedingly rare.

Just as the girl was being pinned to the ground by three men, screaming herself hoarse with no one to hear her, clapping sounded from nearby.

Liu Shuming turned his head in surprise, his eyes narrowing instinctively. You?

Feng Jun walked forward while clapping, a broad smile on his face. "Now this is... spectacular. Shooting a movie?"

Liu Shuming wanted to deal with this guy too. Relying on the black gauze over his face, he lowered and roughened his voice as he growled, "Damn it, if you don't want to die, get lost!"

Though that was what he said, he had no intention of letting Feng Jun leave. He was waiting—waiting for Feng Jun to turn and run so he could attack from behind.

Feng Jun was not falling for that. He crouched, shot forward, scooped up half a brick from the ground, and lunged at him. "Fuck, what kind of skill is bullying a woman?"

He had trained in fighting and moved with exceptional agility. In just three or four strikes, the brick opened a huge gash in Liu Shuming's head, and he sent another man flying with a kick.

That was only because Coach Liu had some skill himself. If it had been a shut-in like Qin Tao, one brick would have knocked him down.

Once he had dealt with two of them, the woman who had been pinned down also broke free. Seeing that things had gone badly, the four men shouted and fled at once.

The girl still wanted to chase them, but Feng Jun did not want to invite trouble. "Enough. Your bag is here. What are you chasing them for?"

The girl paused in surprise, then stopped and turned to pick up her bag. With a face like iron, she said, "A monk may run, but the temple cannot... Thank you."

"It's nothing." Feng Jun smiled and shook his head. "Why did you chase him in here like that?"

"My bag was snatched. How could I not chase him in?" the girl replied resentfully. Then she tilted her head and looked at him, asking thoughtfully, "Have I... seen you somewhere before?"