Divine Doctor from the Start of the Eye Mutation Chapter 259: Winner in Life

"I'm sorry, Yuluo, I still want to try to make it on my own, so I can't go with you."

"Ling Zhenfei, are you really just foolish, or do you actually dislike that much? Do I need to spell it out any clearer? If you leave with , I am yours, and everything I have is yours too—including a fifty-one percent share in Lin's Group. Do you know its worth? Even if you worked hard, could you achieve that much?"

Lin Yuluo spoke with extre clarity, indeed. Such temptation might lead eight out of ten n to accept without hesitation. What use was effort then? So people could strive for ten lifetis, perhaps, and still not match even one percent of Lin's Group's shares. If effort mattered, what was the point of talent?

"Yuluo, I really do like you, but I don't want to possess your money without working for it. I want to have success, not just a lot of money. That has been my dream since I was young, and I hope you can understand that."

"Is success that important to you?" Lin Yuluo truly couldn't understand his mindset. In her eyes, marrying her equated to being a winner in life.

"Yes, success is very important to . Even if it ans marrying you, I would only do it after I've earned my own success."

After Ling Zhenfei finished speaking, Lin Yuluo fell silent for quite a while, as if reflecting on his words.

"Alright, I respect your choice. But rember, no matter when you decide you can't continue on your own, call . No matter where I am in the world, I'll make sure to co back imdiately and take you with ."

"Okay, I'll rember."

"Goodbye."

"Goodbye."

After the repeated farewells, the two hung up the phone. Ling Zhenfei felt a tinge of sadness in his heart. Lin Yuluo—a wonderful girl he truly did not wish to disappoint. Yet he also didn't want sothing for nothing. Perhaps so would call him a fool, but many would understand his choice.

Unconsciously, he found himself near the fishery, at the spot where he had saved Liu Bingying the day before. Thinking of Liu Bingying, Ling Zhenfei beca slightly distracted, considering himself lucky to have t such a woman.

As he was lost in thought, he suddenly sensed a gust of wind aiming for his head. Ling Zhenfei instantly realized soone was attempting a sneak attack and quickly dodged to the side. A brick flew past where he had been standing; had he not dodged quickly, it would have struck his head.

"Who's there, so shaless?"

Ling Zhenfei was furious, not knowing who would stoop to such a cowardly attack.

Following his outcry, eight figures erged from a nearby alley, all brandishing wooden clubs, and surrounded Ling Zhenfei, their aggressive stances making their bad intentions clear.

"What do you want?"

Ling Zhenfei eyed these n, and a slight shock registered in his mind—he detected the flow of Inner Strength in all of them.

Although their levels weren't high, the fact that seven or eight had Inner Strength was intriguing. More so, the aura they carried was almost identical to that of Little Overlord Zhou Tong from the previous night.

"What do we want, kid? You injured soone with your own hands yesterday, and now you pretend you don't rember?"

The leader seed to be in his thirties, with well-defined muscles straining against his clothes, a clear sign of regular exercise. His Inner Strength was even deeper than that of Little Overlord Zhou Tong's from yesterday.

"I'm well aware of what I did. So, was it Zhou Tong who sent you? Such a shaless man. I didn't report him to the police yesterday, and rather than being grateful, he sends soone to teach a lesson. So people never change."

"Cut the crap. Are you going to do it yourself or shall we do it for you?"

Ling Zhenfei didn't expect so much protocol from his assailants, so he inquired, "What's the difference between doing it and you doing it?"

"If you do it yourself, you just need to put a hole in your own hand. If we do it, we'll chop your hand off."

The man opposite was very arrogant, clearly not taking Ling Zhenfei seriously. Considering their upper hand with weapons, it made sense they wouldn't fear an unard man.

"I'm the type to faint at the sight of pain. Asking to do it to myself is like asking just to die. I think it's best if you do it."

Those n were taken aback by Ling Zhenfei's words, initially feeling that he was joking. The leader quickly grew impatient.

"Brothers, take him down."

With those words, he raised his club to strike.

"Wait a mont!"

Ling Zhenfei suddenly called out, stopping everyone in their tracks.

"Have you had a change of heart, kid?"

Smiling, Ling Zhenfei replied, "Not a change of heart, no. It's just that I don't fight naless nobodies. I haven't even asked for your na."

"I'm Zhou Jian, now prepare to die."

Enraged, the man swung his club with all his might, the whoosh of air indicating his full force.

The others didn't stand idly by; they all attacked Ling Zhenfei with their wooden clubs. These n, all martial brothers who regularly practiced martial arts together, coordinated flawlessly. Dealing with just one person—or even four or five—ca naturally to them, leaving the opponent with no chance to fight back.