Deep in the Quagmire, All Sides Stirred

Qin Fen tore the application papers to shreds with two sharp rips, leaving no room for compromise. His goddamn excuse about "slipping his hand" left everyone dumbfounded.

What the hell did he mean, his hand slipped? Was that a slip? A shameless man was invincible.

Old Cheng could only laugh awkwardly. This was it—they were screwed. Absolutely brilliant.

The other two old men trembled with rage. They had both assumed Qin Fen would compromise. They never expected this to be how he compromised. Could he be any more goddamn outrageous?

"Fine. Since you've made your choice, you need the courage to face it. Let's go!" The old man in the middle stood up after speaking and led the other two out of the room.

Bang! Qin Fen slammed the door shut. His heart gradually calmed. He had never lacked courage. At worst, they would block his path into the Martial Arts Association.

"Little Bean, looks like the road to promoting traditional martial arts will get a lot more winding from here on out." Qin Fen crouched and rubbed the dog's head. The little runt could not avoid him and could only stare at him in disdain. Do you even care?

Did Qin Fen care? A man could not let himself be suffocated by piss. What the hell did he have to fear? He was merely annoyed.

No sooner had they left than another call came from A Bite of China.

"Chef Qin, the episode originally scheduled to air today may be changed. It's still under discussion, though, so don't worry!"

Another surprise. Qin Fen's expression turned icy. "Bring it on. Let's see what kind of tricks you can come up with."

In a room, Park Jinhoon looked at Chen Muyuan lying in the hospital bed. Without saying a word, he