Honey, you didn't really drugged me, did you?-Chapter 241 - 123 Feng 3: How is this possible (10,000 words, please subscribe)_4
Chapter 241: Chapter 123 Feng 3: How is this possible (10,000 words, please subscribe)_4
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“Death, it must be death!”
*There was an irreconcilable hatred between them.*
Chen Jie killed Feng Si, and Feng Si was Feng San’s own blood brother. The enmity of a murdered brother was irreconcilable, only blood could repay it.
Meanwhile, Feng San had killed many in the White Tiger Hall, and his means were extremely cruel, even including little brothers like Xiao Bixi whom Chen Jie knew. These people died because of Chen Jie, and Chen Jie had the duty to seek justice for them!
Therefore, this was the long-awaited duel they had both been anticipating.
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At this moment, Sun Bu’er walked onto the arena, “Alright, now the gambling duel has already passed two rounds. Both the Beggar Sect and White Tiger Hall have victories and defeats, so the next is the crucial deciding match.”
“This round will see the future successor of the Beggar Sect, Golden Saber Feng San, face off against the White Tiger Hall’s Fifth Master, Chen Jiusi.”
“Now we invite the two contenders onto the stage!”
Hearing these words, Chen Jie smiled at Feng San, and Feng San squinted his eyes at the same time, showing the same cruel smile to Chen Jie.
It was then that Chen Jie slowly walked toward the arena.
As he passed by Zhou Chu, Zhou Chu said, “Jiu Si, make sure to come down in one piece, I’ll be waiting to drink with you.”
Chen Jie smiled.
At this moment, Peng Fu also nodded at Chen Jie, saying, “Jiu Si, win!”
Chen Jie continued forward, passing by his three sworn brothers. Feng Xuan looked at Chen Jie and said, “Jiu Si, the future of the White Tiger Hall is in your hands now, you must win!”
Chen Jie replied, “Rest assured, elder brother, Jiu Si will do his utmost.”
As Chen Jie passed Zheng Chuan, Zheng Chuan’s face was not pleasant. He looked at Chen Jie twice and said, “Chen Jiusi!”
“Hmm?”
Chen Jie also looked at him.
Zheng Chuan said, “Our relationship hasn’t been good, you are aware of this. Zhao Xun is my wife’s brother, and to be honest, I’ve always resented you for this, so when other brothers have been friendly to you, I have not.”
“But now that it’s come to this, the future of the White Tiger Hall is indeed in your hands, I don’t want to pursue it too much.”
“So, win, ahem… you must win!”
Zheng Chuan coughed as he spoke.
Chen Jie glanced at him and then clasped his fists in salute, saying nothing more.
Passing by Lu Rong, Lu Rong glanced at Chen Jie and said, “Fourth Brother said you’re not an ordinary person, and I didn’t believe it. Now I hope he wasn’t wrong, Jiu Si, you must win, for Fourth Brother in the heavens, he’s watching!”
Hearing this, Chen Jie nodded.
Then stepped onto the arena.
At this moment, below the arena, in the crowd, Su Yunjin nervously fidgeted with the hem of her clothes.
Watching this, Third Miss Hua said, “Enough, stop fidgeting, or you won’t need the clothes anymore.”
“I, I’m nervous!”
Third Miss Hua said, “What’s there to be nervous about, you need to let Jiu Si see you.”
Saying this, Third Miss Hua shouted, “Chen Jiusi, look over here.”
Chen Jie turned and looked over, and then he saw Third Miss Hua and three others in the crowd. Third Miss Hua shouted, “Jiu Si, Yunjin asked me to tell you to hurry up and fight, finish quickly and come home to enjoy some delicious food.”
Hearing this, Chen Jie turned and looked over, seeing Su Yunjin watching him nervously.
Beside her, Daisy held a bun in her hand, waving her greasy little hand at him, “Brother-in-law, you must win!”
“Haha… what a beautiful young lady!”
While Chen Jie was looking back at his wife, suddenly a sinister voice came through. The voice was as unsettling as a night owl in the deep of night.
Chen Jie turned his head to see Feng San staring at him coldly, gesturing towards Su Yunjin, “Your wife, she’s very beautiful.”
“It’s a pity she will soon be a widow.”
“But don’t worry, after your death, I’ll take care of her, and she’ll fully experience what worldly bliss means!”
As he spoke, Feng San’s eyes revealed a lewd gaze, speaking volumes.
*Chen Jie’s face suddenly turned cold, he understood what Feng San’s words meant, he was making moves on his wife. Today, he couldn’t leave the arena alive.*
Meanwhile, the surrounding people also looked toward the arena.
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Everyone was watching the two, as the bets outside the arena were already open.
The odds for Chen Jiusi versus Feng San had already reached an astonishing 5:1 ratio. If Chen Jiusi won, it paid five times, if Feng San won, it paid once.
*This fully demonstrated the onlookers’ attitude toward the two.*
Very few people had high hopes for Chen Jiusi.
At this moment, the bigwigs on the stage were also watching the two in the ring about to fight.
Qimu Ge looked at Peng Shizhong and said, “Sect Master Peng, how is your adopted son’s strength?”
Hearing this, Peng Shizhong smiled and said, “It’s alright.”
“Is that so? I quite like this kid,” Qimu Ge said.
Peng Shizhong clasped his fists in gratitude.
Not far away, Qiao Hongyan’s maid poured her a cup of tea. Qiao Hongyan didn’t move, the maid asked, “Miss, who do you think will win, Chen Jiusi or Feng San?”
“Doesn’t matter.”
Qiao Hongyan replied.
Hearing this, the maid said, “But Miss, you said you wanted Chen Jie to fight Feng San to avenge Little Butterfly.”
Qiao Hongyan glanced at the maid and said, “Who said I wanted to avenge Little Butterfly?”
“Then why did you let him fight Feng San?” the maid asked. Qiao Hongyan paused, took the teacup to conceal her fluster, and said, “Simply because I find Feng San annoying.”
Hearing this, the maid asked, “Miss, if you dislike Feng San so much, why not personally kill him?”
Qiao Hongyan smiled bitterly, “Jianghu, the Jianghu is not that simple. Even someone like me has concerns, who can live without any worries?”
The maid didn’t quite understand, and Qiao Hongyan didn’t explain further.
*Her world was not one this little maid could comprehend.*
*For someone in her position, sometimes liking or disliking wasn’t important, what mattered was the outcome, the goal, the influence!*
