funbook-pk Chapter 79: Blood Feud Comes Knocking!
Chapter 79: Blood Feud Comes Knocking!
The Wuling Mountain range is layered with peaks and valleys, and the winding mountain road is full of potholes.
Several top-of-the-line business vehicles were parked steadily on the gravel ground at the entrance of the mountain.
The car was covered in mud, clearly having come all the way from the city.
Chu Hongyuan was the first to push open the car door and jump out, his gaze just sweeping across the other side.
His face instantly turned as black as the bottom of a pot, and he froze completely.
He clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white, and the veins on the back of his hands bulged.
Chu Hongyuan gritted his teeth, his voice filled with barely suppressed anger:
"Ten years! A full ten years! And it's this bunch of scum!"
"He beat my own brother to death in the ring back then!"
"I've been holding this grudge for ten years! If I don't avenge this, I, Chu Hongyuan, am nothing but a coward!"
He suddenly turned around and looked at Lu Jingchen, who was standing next to him with his hands in his pockets.
His eyes were full of pleading, and an overwhelming hatred that he couldn't hide.
Chu Hongyuan's voice trembled with anxiety as he hurriedly spoke:
"Master Lu! Please help me out this time!"
"As long as you can defeat Wei Kun directly in the ring!"
"Help me vent this anger that I've been holding in for ten years!"
"I'll add another 500 million to the reward! It will be credited to your account immediately after the match!"
Lu Jingchen's face remained completely expressionless, as calm as plain water.
It was as if what I heard wasn't five hundred million, but five dollars.
He simply nodded slightly, without saying a word more.
On the opposite mountain road, there was Wei Kun, a middle-aged man at the head.
He arrived with a group of his men, swaggering over in a nonchalant manner.
Upon catching sight of Chu Hongyuan, a mocking expression that seemed to invite a beating immediately appeared on his face.
Wei Kun spoke in a sarcastic, high-pitched voice:
"Hey! Isn't this the head of the Bai family?"
"What? Are you eagerly coming to get yourself killed again?"
"Last time you almost lost everything, haven't you learned your lesson yet?"
Chu Hongyuan's eyes widened instantly, his pupils practically spitting fire:
"Wei Kun! Don't push your luck!"
"It's still uncertain who will win or lose this time! Don't be too arrogant!"
Wei Kun scoffed on the spot, his face full of disdain:
"I'm sick and tired of hearing these pointless threats."
"Hopefully, the person you find this time will be a little tougher than your brother."
"Don't let me get knocked down in a few moves; it's a complete waste of my time."
As he spoke, he glanced disdainfully at Chu Hongyuan's group.
Her gaze lingered on Lu Jingchen for less than half a second before shifting away.
In his eyes, this was just a pretty boy who hadn't even grown up yet, and he was not presentable at all.
Wei Kun sneered, then turned and swaggered away with his men, his arrogance boundless.
The group walked down the mountain path and arrived at the lawn outside the stadium.
The mountain wind was howling, carrying the scent of the mountain plants and trees.
Chu Hongyuan watched Wei Kun's arrogant back as his chest heaved violently.
He was so angry that his whole body was trembling; he almost couldn't suppress the resentment he had held for ten years.
He suddenly turned to look at Lu Jingchen, his expression instantly becoming extremely solemn.
His face was filled with barely concealed anxiety, like an ant on a hot pan.
Chu Hongyuan lowered his voice, his tone full of uncertainty:
"Master Lu, we just received intelligence that something has gone wrong."
"This time, the Yan family hired a ruthless character, nicknamed Ghost Hand Seven."
"I heard that old man has already reached the threshold of becoming a grandmaster, and he's incredibly ruthless."
"Are you... really confident you can control him?"
Lu Jingchen's lips curled into a cold smile, his eyes filled with disdain.
I didn't take them seriously at all, just like watching a bunch of clowns jumping around.
Lu Jingchen sneered, his tone full of disdain:
"In my eyes, who cares about all that weird stuff?"
"What kind of grandmasters are they? They're all worthless worms."
"Someone who could be crushed with one foot is not worth mentioning."
Chu Hongyuan froze on the spot, even though he had heard of Lu Jingchen's abilities long ago.
But even when facing a true master-level expert, he still felt uneasy.
After all, this concerns the life and death of the Bai family for the next ten years, and cannot be taken lightly in the slightest.
Just then, Su Muyue took a step forward.
She stood firmly beside Lu Jingchen, her back ramrod straight.
His face was full of unconditional trust and an unconcealable pride.
Su Muyue's tone was firm and unambiguous:
"Boss Bai, you can just put your mind at ease."
"The number of people in this world who can earn Lu Jingchen's respect can be counted on one hand."
"That Ghost Hand Seven isn't even worthy of carrying his shoes."
Upon hearing this, Chu Hongyuan quickly raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead.
Gritting my teeth, I finally felt a great sense of relief.
Chu Hongyuan bowed deeply to Lu Jingchen, his tone extremely solemn:
"Alright! Since Miss Su has put it that way!"
"Master Lu, please handle everything regarding tomorrow's arena match!"
"We're entrusting this entirely to you! The fate of the Bai family rests in your hands!"
Lu Jingchen remained as calm and composed as ever.
He simply nodded slightly and didn't say another word.
It's as if what I'm facing tomorrow isn't some life-or-death arena.
Instead, it's just going out for a walk and casually crushing a few ants.
The group chatted as they walked down the mountain path.
Soon we arrived at the camping area designated by the organizers, a flat grassy area.
But on the lawn, there were only two simple single tents pitched for one person.
The surrounding area was all barren mountains and wilderness, with not a single decent house in sight, and the conditions were extremely basic.
Chu Hongyuan looked around and a troubled expression instantly appeared on his face.
I was so embarrassed I could dig three bedrooms and a living room out of my toes; I wished I could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.
Chu Hongyuan, with a bitter face, repeatedly apologized to Lu Jingchen:
"Master Lu, I am so sorry."
"The conditions in this remote mountain forest are really terrible."
"Even if we were rich, we wouldn't have anywhere to spend our money here."
"The organizers are incredibly stingy; they only approved two tents for us."
He pointed to the only two tents in front of him, looking troubled.
I'm so worried I'm practically turning into a bitter gourd; I don't know what to do.
Chu Hongyuan stammered as he spoke:
"This... look at this situation."
"How should we arrange accommodations for the group tonight?"
Lu Jingchen didn't speak, but simply turned his head slightly.
He glanced intently at Su Muyue beside him.
A mountain breeze blew, ruffling the stray hairs on Su Muyue's forehead and revealing her flushed ear tips.
Su Muyue instantly felt Lu Jingchen's burning gaze.
My heart skipped a beat, pounding like I was carrying a rabbit.
Her cheeks instantly flushed a beautiful blush that extended all the way to her ears.
In the close-up shot, Su Muyue lowered her head shyly.
Her fingers nervously twisted the hem of her clothes, her eyes darting around nervously.
Yet, deep in his eyes, there was a hint of unspoken expectation.
Su Muyue was frantically thinking to herself:
There were only two tents... Chu Hongyuan took one for himself.
The remaining one... could it be that I'll be with Lu Jingchen...?
Living together?