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The laugh of the noble and glamorous beauty was as dazzling as hundreds of flowers blooming at once, as if spring had arrived early.

Unfortunately, her smile lasted only for a brief moment before it faded away, “No worries, I’m just a bit curious… are there still martial arts experts nowadays?”

Feng Jun turned to Xiao Sai, with a dark expression, and said, “Do you find it amusing to gossip behind people’s backs?”

Xiao Sai was sitting on the edge and, upon hearing this, he spread his hands helplessly and said, “When Sister Xiaotong asks, I can’t exactly lie to her, can I?”

Feng Jun could not fault that logic, so he turned to Zhou Xiaotong, “There are still martial arts experts around, but it’s the same old saying, ‘no matter how skilled in martial arts, one still fears a kitchen knife’… who can possibly stand up to bullets?”

Zhou Xiaotong nodded, clearly accepting his explanation, but her words told a different story, “I just want to see for myself the martial arts expert Brother Peng talks about… just how good their kung fu is.”

Feng Jun had been puzzled as to why Zhou Xiaotong’s attendants had suddenly encouraged him to offer a toast, and only now did he realize it was out of curiosity to see what kind of martial arts expert Yuan Huapeng would so enthusiastically entertain.

“My martial arts are nothing special,” he said with a smile, “As a kid, I loved rice cakes, always grabbed several at once, so my mom gave me a nickname… ‘Expert’.”

“And what about ‘Master’?” the young dandy interjected at just the right moment, obvious dissatisfaction on his face, “Could it be that as a child you frequently wet the bed, so you were also nicknamed ‘Big Wet’?”

Feng Jun couldn’t be bothered to look at him: Your type wouldn’t last three chapters in a web novel.

He looked at Zhou Xiaotong, “I really don’t have much skill, I’m just a bit stubborn. Yuan Huapeng made a misjudgment.”

Zhou Xiaotong didn’t even give him a glance and spoke lightly, “Keep making up stories… what about geomancy and traditional Chinese medicine?”

Feng Jun’s eyes darted around before he countered with a question, “What do you want with a martial arts expert?”

Don’t tell me you have a campus beauty for a sister who needs a ‘Campus Beauty’s Personal Bodyguard’?

At this attitude, the young dandy immediately objected, “And who do you think you are? Did you answer Sister Xiaotong’s question or not?”

Feng Jun ignored him and instead looked at Zhou Xiaotong with a hint of regret as he shook his head, “Such lack of manners… it’s laughable.”

Zhou Xiaotong gave the dandy a cold glance and quietly uttered just one word, “Scram!”

Her presence was so intimidating that the dandy didn’t dare to say another word. He lowered his head, stood up, and left.

He didn’t even dare to give Feng Jun another glance, let alone any warning looks.

Zhou Xiaotong did not feel she was posturing, she turned to Feng Jun and spoke evenly, “My people lacked manners, I apologize for causing you embarrassment… just how much can you drink?”

Feng Jun confidently replied, “Pick out three of your best drinkers from your people… I can take on all three with no problem.”

“That’s your claim,” Zhou Xiaotong lifted her wine glass, which held a quarter of red wine, “Let’s clink glasses and drink — to your health!”

Feng Jun didn’t reach for his glass, “A meager amount and it’s just red wine… Sister Tong, do you think this is appropriate?”

“I can’t handle much alcohol,” Zhou Xiaotong replied frankly, “If I see you drink three of my people under the table, I’ll admit you’re a martial arts expert and drink till we’re both drunk.”

Feng Jun, always forthright, raised his glass, “Then let’s clink glasses — to your health!”

After downing the glass, Zhou Xiaotong really did select three people, two women and one man, all acknowledged as immortals of the drinking world.

Feng Jun was swift as well, clinking glasses three times with each person, and in the blink of an eye, downed over three kilograms of alcohol.

Then he looked at Zhou Xiaotong and said with a smile, “Sister Tong, shall we have our turn now?”

“You drank too quickly,” Zhou Xiaotong shook her head, “Eat something and take a rest first.”

“I’m fine,” Feng Jun shook his head with a bit of a slur in his speech.

He had a good tolerance for alcohol naturally, and since advancing to the Innate level, unless he deliberately sought intoxication, a few stirs of his internal energy would expel any harmful substances from his body — including alcohol.

“Let’s take a break,” Zhou Xiaotong spoke in a tone that brooked no argument, incredibly assertive, “There’s no satisfaction in taking advantage of someone who’s drunk.”

Feng Jun didn’t protest and leaned back in the wicker chair, closing his eyes to rest.

To say he closed his eyes is not quite accurate; they were slightly squinted, leaving just a tiny slit open.

And through that slit, he saw Sister Hui approach with a cup and silently replaced the one in front of him.

This is no fun at all! Feng Jun thought to himself with an inward sneer.

The truth was, his willingness to toast Zhou Xiaotong was purely out of curiosity, wanting to stir things up a bit before leaving.

If the one causing trouble had been a man, he probably would have left straight away, but well, she was a beauty, and not just any beauty, but a noble and glamorous one… after all, he was still a young man.

But Yuan Huapeng’s ambiguous behavior had made him cautious, especially that look Yuan gave while leaving.

And when he saw them switching cups, he felt disinterested: it was lacking in style.

He closed his eyes to rest for about ten minutes, then opened them, sat up straight, took out a cigarette to light, and stood up.

Sister Hui spoke up, “Martial expert… having a drink, where are you going?”

“I need to use the restroom,” Feng Jun glanced at her, “plus what I drank earlier, that’s about four or five liters… time to release some water.”

As he left with a cigarette in his mouth, Sister Hui slightly tilted her chin, signaled with her eyes, and two men followed him out.

About ten minutes passed, and Zhou Xiaotong’s eyebrows furrowed slightly, “Why hasn’t he come back?”

Sister Hui stood up, “I’ll go hurry him along.”

Before long, she hurried back with the two men, “Sister Xiaotong… he’s gone!”

“Hmm?” Zhou Xiaotong’s brows knitted tighter, her beautiful face turning frosty, “What happened?”

It turned out that the two men had followed the expert all the way to the restroom. Firstly, it was awkward to follow too closely, and secondly, they felt that since he was moving freely with a cigarette in his mouth, he was unlikely to fall down in the restroom.

So they decided to wait outside, as there was no back door to the restroom.

The two waited for quite a while, even finishing a cigarette, without seeing anyone coming out. Just as they were perplexed, Sister Hui arrived.

Upon hearing that Sister Xiaotong was enraged, the three of them went into the restroom only to discover the expert was not there…

The restroom had an exhaust fan, but obviously, it was not possible for someone to escape through it.

The more Zhou Xiaotong heard, the colder her face became, until she finally asked, “Are you certain he didn’t come out?”

“We’re sure,” one of the younger men replied very confidently, “There were only a few people going in and out, and even if we couldn’t recognize faces, we would recognize the clothes, right?”

Zhou Xiaotong touched her chin, her eyes shimmered, and she murmured softly, “Interesting…”

Feng Jun also found it very interesting. After entering the restroom, he locked himself in a stall, switched to the mobile phone dimension, and instantly changed his clothes, even his shoes.

Then, employing the Thousand Faces Technique, he transformed himself into a square-faced middle-aged man, switched back to reality, and strolled out nonchalantly.

From entering the restroom to leaving, he hadn’t even taken ten seconds.

When he stepped out, he ran smack into the two men who had been following him. He had a vivid impression of the two, especially one with whom he had clashed glasses three times—how could he forget?

Sure enough, they were up to no good! Feng Jun sneered inwardly, walked out of the bar, and quickly left the courtyard.

Just as he left the courtyard, a taxi with an “Available” light passed by. He hailed the taxi and got in, “To Zhenxing Road.”

In fact, he just gave a random destination before picking up his mobile phone to make a call, “Lao Yuan, where have you guys gone to?”

Yuan Huapeng hadn’t strayed far; his car was parked not far from the entrance of the compound, and besides him and the driver, it also carried the three models.

After the call, the two men quickly rendezvoused. Yuan Huapeng picked him up before inquiring, “How did you come out?”

Upon hearing this, Feng Jun became even more curious, “Just walked out… shouldn’t I have?”

“It’s not about should or shouldn’t,” Yuan Huapeng shook his head, “Zhou Xiaotong isn’t someone easy to deal with… you can ask the three ladies in the back.”

The three models in the back remained silent, and Xiao Qian finally spoke, “We’re not quite sure.”

Yuan Huapeng had already discussed certain affairs of men and women with Feng Jun prior to arriving, so he didn’t shy away from speaking, “She really likes to keep toy boys.”

Toy boys? Feng Jun’s brows furrowed, then he realized and couldn’t help but spit out two words with a mix of amusement and disbelief, “Decadent?”

That such an elegantly beautiful lady could be such a person?

“Her private life is not just decadent,” Yuan Huapeng shook his head, his expression also weird, “Wouldn’t have guessed, right? She looks the perfect lady… but her tastes are also very high, for her to take a fancy to you means you have exceptional qualities, Master.”

Feng Jun shook his head with a wry smile, content with the complement, especially since it came from another man.

Yet, thinking about a beauty like her being so frivolous, he felt a mix of regret and revulsion, “Do I need her approval to know if I’m outstanding or not?”

“But Master, you really are outstanding,” one of the models said, “Not only handsome but also very manly… If only you had a bit less money, that would really be perfect.”

What kind of logic was that? Feng Jun rolled his eyes helplessly, but since the three women were sitting in the last row of the minivan, they couldn’t see his expression, “Is this the truth or just rumors?”

“Why would I lie to you?” Yuan Huapeng wasn’t annoyed, as it’s difficult for anyone meeting Zhou Xiaotong for the first time to accept such a fact, “She’s tamed many a promising young man with her charms.”

“Isn’t that just collecting stamps?” Feng Jun frowned, then shook his head, “No, toy boys… that’s ‘training’.”

Just then, Xiao Qian spoke up again, “That is true, Brother Sai brought a male model from the company today.”

Feng Jun’s mouth twitched, “Really… there’s no shortage of wonders in this world. Don’t her family members care?”