Chapter 22: Performance

“Since you have money and are so confident, why not make a bet?” Chen Fengshi was not very sure about his endurance limit for continuous fighting, but judging from his body’s condition, he felt this fight would not be too hard. Actually, Young Master Wang had no need to negotiate with him right now; if he just ordered his men to attack, Chen Fengshi would still have to fight. At worst, he would just beat them up and pay some medical bills, so he had to find a way to make Young Master Wang willingly raise the stakes.

From this perspective, Chen Fengshi felt that having money was quite nice; the initiative was entirely in the other party’s hands. They were not afraid of injuring him, but he had to think about how many years of hard-earned money his parents would have to pay if he injured Young Master Wang, and he would very likely be sent to prison for a few years for intentional injury.

In times of peace, Chen Fengshi felt that a good citizen like him, even with violence at his disposal, still thought like a normal person.

Young Master Wang was considering it; clearly, Chen Fengshi’s proposal still interested him. In his view, it was impossible for Chen Fengshi to win. This clash of opinions was like a battle of judgment, and a battle naturally brought fun. With fun came a reason to spend money, but if he was the only one spending, it would not be fun enough, and he couldn’t see any valuable returns!

If Chen Fengshi lost, there was no value in continuing to beat him, and the previous conditions would no longer stand.

“Your man is so cocky, aren’t you going to bet something?” Young Master Wang asked Sister Yao directly. Sister Yao did have some money; although far less than his family, if Sister Yao acted as the opposing bettor, he would be able to see some returns. After asking, he said to Chen Fengshi again: “If you want to bet, use the money you just won. If you win, I’ll give you double!”

“No problem.” Chen Fengshi agreed without hesitation.

Sister Yao was a bit hesitant, and this hesitation made her feel very strange; she felt she shouldn’t be this kind of person! Since Chen Fengshi had been in a close relationship with her for many years, with her personality, she should love him to the extreme and would definitely stand firmly by his side without hesitation, sharing life and death!

This was what she would do! But now, she was actually hesitating, subconsciously wondering what price was worth paying to be Young Master Wang’s opposing bettor for him!

This confusion made Sister Yao involuntarily feel that Chen Fengshi repeatedly insisting on going to the hospital for a checkup, and saying that their relationship was an illusory memory, might… might be true. Because she suddenly realized that in her memory, she had many intimate moments with Chen Fengshi, but in reality, she did not have the deep feelings for him that should exist.

The woman beside Young Master Wang sneered: “Sister Yao, are you serious? You don’t even dare to stand up for your own man? Can’t afford to play with this little money? That’s not like you—”

“I bet my car!” Sister Yao directly placed a heavy bet. Yes, she had to support Chen Fengshi, even if she knew she would lose, and even if she actually did not want to lose so much. But she was someone who cared about face; in front of so many people, she had to keep her face.

Young Master Wang and the woman beside him had counted on exactly this, and they figured that no matter how much Sister Yao put up today, she definitely had to be the opposing bettor. They were very satisfied with Sister Yao’s performance, so they clapped and cheered. The owners of the two cars that came with Young Master Wang also cheered and shouted. One of them, who was best friends with Young Master Wang, said very bluntly: “I happened to want to give someone a car, and Sister Yao’s is suitable. I want this car; Young Master Wang, you have no objection, right?”

“It’s no use to me anyway; if you like it, take it.” Young Master Wang, of course, did not care. He understood in his heart that this was a bet to begin with; saying he wanted Sister Yao’s car meant he was ultimately taking the risk of losing, which was actually support for him, equal to sharing his pressure.

“Don’t talk as if you’ve already won. My car is new; count it at full price. Young Master Kai, if you lose, don’t say your family is strict and you can’t take out that much money!” Sister Yao certainly did not lose her momentum. Regardless of winning or losing later, there was no harm in winning the argument now.

Young Master Kai’s face did not look too good, but for this matter, those who knew him well knew it was actually no big deal. Not being able to take it out was one thing; whether his family could afford it was another, so when there were occasional disputes, he would be attacked like this. He patted the front hood of the car he was sitting on and replied generously: “If I lose, this car is yours; you don’t need to pay the difference!”

A group of motorcyclists who hung out with Young Master Wang and Young Master Kai cheered and praised Young Master Kai’s generosity.

Sister Yao was not happy to let Young Master Kai be so proud. Since they were opposing bettors now, she had to hit him whenever she could, so she replied with a look of disdain: “You’ve been driving this car for four years; the difference to make up is just a few bucks, who cares?”

“For a pretty boy who never had the guts to be brought out to meet people, you speak so harshly?” Young Master Kai gritted his teeth secretly, and his counterattack was not polite either.

The key point of Sister Yao’s attack was not about a few bucks of difference; the key was pointing out that his car had been driven for four years. Ultimately, she was still laughing at his strict family, so he had driven one car for so long without changing it.

“You speak as if you know how long we’ve been together!” Sister Yao felt guilty, but she could not admit defeat in a war of words.

Chen Fengshi listened on the side, feeling that these people bickering was quite boring. If you changed the definitions of the words they used, it would be no different from ordinary people arguing, except that the grandiosity of calling tens of thousands a few bucks covered up the essence.

He did not participate in this bickering, and he also noticed that more and more people had gradually appeared on the roofs of the low industrial buildings around them. At this time, someone even shone a large light down below.

‘Similar to Young Master Wang’s group? Are they all here to watch the fun after hearing the news?’ Chen Fengshi felt that he had truly become an actor tonight; it was just a pity he couldn’t charge ticket money from these spectators, otherwise, it would be a fat profit.

The light was too dim, and the surrounding industrial and commercial areas were basically empty at night; only the small shops on the street were still open, but they were used to not minding other people’s business. So he had no way of seeing that among the spectators on the nearby roof, there was someone he had met before—Little An.

Little An also did not expect to see him here. She was originally shopping with her friends when they were suddenly called by phone, saying that a god-like person had appeared here, truly fighting a group alone. So she came, and as a result, she saw Chen Fengshi covered in golden mist. When someone shone a light on him, she found that it was indeed this madman who possessed the Golden Power of Life. Only, compared to his sorry state last night, his current appearance was truly handsome.

Little An’s burgundy hair was permed into large curls, falling over her shoulders. Looking at the ‘troublemaking’ figure in the crowd below, a cold sneer could not help but appear on her face. ‘If this guy knew the tragic fates of those who possessed the Power of Life, even if you lent him some courage, he probably wouldn’t dare to be so arrogant!’

Chen Fengshi did not know, so he remained calm and collected, casually observing the spectators on the surrounding rooftops. This performance made Young Master Wang feel that he still needed to add some more stakes for victory, so he said to the three rows of people squatting by the wall: “I only prepared a hundred men, but if your enemies make a move later, don’t blame it on me.”

This sounded like laying down the harsh facts upfront, but it was actually reminding the dozens of people still squatting to attack together. Those people were not fools; hearing Young Master Wang say this, some already had this thought. The red-clothed car thief was already angry and resentful; he took the lead to stand up, even grabbed a machete from the corner, and untied the others’ bonds. In no time, the crowd, who had all broken free from their restraints, rose up in an uproar and grabbed their weapons.

“Young Master Wang, you are cheating!” Sister Yao’s face changed. It was already tough enough for Chen Fengshi, but at least the people Young Master Wang called were holding sticks. Now, out of nowhere, there were dozens more with knives, and the risk of death jumped several levels!

“They are not the people I called!” Young Master Wang cleanly denied any responsibility.

Chen Fengshi did not really care. With his previous experience, he no longer cared about these knives, because when they slashed him, it only hurt a bit more than sticks. With these people’s strength, the blades simply could not chop into his muscles; they would only cut the skin at most.

Besides, he had already figured out how to fight, guessing that this time, these people might not even have many chances to slash him.

So Chen Fengshi took out the two iron rods he had just confiscated from the van and said to that group: “Didn’t get beaten enough just now? Think clearly—this time, at the very least, your hands and legs will be broken!”

When that group heard this, the dozen or so people who were aggressively trying to charge forward involuntarily stopped in their tracks, thinking that when the fight started later, it was better to retreat to the back and let the people Young Master Wang called take the lead.

Chen Fengshi swung the two iron rods; they felt light and floaty, but looking at their structure, they should actually be quite heavy. It was just that his strength was so great now that this amount of weight felt as light as nothing in his hands.

So his words were not a threat. Holding the iron rods, it was impossible for him to control his strength well, and the fighting style he planned meant the probability of breaking people’s bones was extremely high.

Chen Fengshi held the rods, recalling the staff routines he had practiced in the past, and casually twirled them. To onlookers, they only saw overlapping shadows of the rods, dancing rapidly around his body, just like a martial arts routine performance on a stage.

Thus, the four tough guys who had been beaten down earlier exchanged glances, all forming different views on the outcome. They felt that there was a high probability Chen Fengshi would win!

However, no one said it out loud. Because now the arrow was on the bowstring; even if Young Master Wang knew he would lose, he would not lose face, and since the words were spoken, he had to go through with the bet.

Sister Yao and Liu Shuzhi backed away. Chen Fengshi held the two rods and urged: “Hurry up, hurry up, let’s finish the fight and go eat.”

Such arrogance?

The crowd surged like a tide, swarming forward waving their sticks!

Their aura was as if each person with a stick could smash Chen Fengshi into meat paste!

The enemies swarmed in a siege, instantly rushing right in front of him.

So, the two iron rods in Chen Fengshi’s hands danced like a performance; wherever the rods passed, it was like crushing dry weeds. The attacking knives and sticks were swept away in swathes, and the hands gripping them were numbed by the shock. In an instant, under the illumination of the lights, the flying knives and sticks reflected dazzling white glints.

Chen Fengshi spun his body, just like performing a martial arts routine on a stage. Sometimes he stood on one foot, swinging the rods with both hands to dance around his body; sometimes, with both feet off the ground, he spun in mid-air, leaving patches of rod shadows.

Among the surrounding crowd, legs were swept and fractured in groups, falling to the ground with painful wails; otherwise, their knives and sticks flew out of their hands wildly, many hitting others. Those who lost their weapons had no way to retreat. They could only watch as Chen Fengshi’s dancing rods swept across a circle of people’s legs like scraping along a street railing, and then they fell to the ground, screaming in agony like pigs being slaughtered.

Young Master Wang stood on the roof of the car; the cigarette in his hand had almost burned down, but he still hadn’t noticed, just staring in dumbfounded amazement. The woman beside him was also stunned, and couldn’t help but say: “This is too fake…”