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Lu Chi's chopsticks paused again. Had he helped Zhou Yuan vent his anger? He didn't think so. He had merely stood on the arena and made a "stop" gesture, then Zhao Ming had left on his own. He had not even touched Zhao Ming. But if Zhou Yanbai said he had helped vent his anger, then he had. Zhou Yanbai was the head of the Zhou Family. What he said was what the Zhou Family said.

Luo Wen looked at Zhou Yanbai without any change in expression. He lifted his teacup and took another sip. When he set it back on the table, its base made a faint tap against the wood.

"Patriarch Zhou, Lu Chi did not fight yesterday's match for Zhou Yuan. He fought it for himself. He had figured out some things and made certain choices on the arena. Those choices had nothing to do with the Zhou Family."

Zhou Yanbai nodded. "I know. But the Zhou Family accepts his goodwill not because he fought for Zhou Yuan, but because he chose not to become someone like Zhao Ming on that arena. That choice has something to do with the Zhou Family. Zhou Yuan was injured by Zhao Ming. What the Zhou Family needs is not for someone to cripple Zhao Ming. What the Zhou Family needs is for someone to tell them that using concealed weapons to hurt people is not the only way to win.

"Lu Chi did that yesterday."

The private room fell quiet for a while. The charcoal in the brazier burned red-hot, occasionally giving off a faint crackle, like someone whispering softly.

Lu Chi lowered his head and looked at the plate of pickled cucumbers before him. He suddenly felt a little embarrassed, not because he had been praised, but because he