One hour later, Lin Feng and Wu i were lying side by side. Lin Feng breathed naturally, while Wu i was panting heavily, a happy and satisfied smile on her face.
In the recent fierce battle, Lin Feng got really fired up. To defeat Wu i, he actually cheated by using Inner Strength to enhance certain muscles, causing Wu i to go limp and unable to move at all.
However, for a woman, in such matters, making them go limp like this is a supre reward, and the best enjoynt...
Although Wu i felt that her whole body was unable to move even a finger, she still smiled gently, her eyes softly gazing at Lin Feng, her pretty face full of approval.
"Baby, I have sothing to take care of later..." Lin Feng sat beside Wu i, speaking apologetically.
"Mm..." Wu i replied weakly, smiling as she said, "You go ahead, I want to have a good sleep..."
Lin Feng gave a mischievous smile. He just put in so much effort to let Wu i feel that peak of pleasure, so she wouldn’t have the strength to trouble him anymore...
Feeling refreshed, Lin Feng left the Imperial Hotel. As he arrived outside the Xinhai International Building, he saw quite a few guests had already departed. Zhu Xiuyue was leading a group of staff, distributing gifts and bidding farewell to the departing guests.
"Brother Feng, where did you just go?" Zhu Xiuyue was a bit surprised to see Lin Feng coming out of the Xinhai International Building. "You suddenly left the banquet, Uncle Lin was quite unhappy... Later, just as the banquet ended, Mr. Tang left with Miss Tang Rou. Miss Tang Rou seed a bit upset..."
Upon hearing Zhu Xiuyue ntion this, Lin Feng couldn’t help but feel a headache. He didn’t want to see Tang Rou upset, but under the circumstances, it wasn’t about him intentionally fleeing the scene. Rather, it was because Old Xu was really soone he couldn’t afford to offend...
He’d have to find a chance to make it up to Tang Rou next ti...
"By the way, Mr. Xu hasn’t left, has he?" Lin Feng asked worriedly, thinking that if Xu Yishan had left, there would be no one to hold the fort at the Longfeng Martial Hall. When those martial arts experts from China arrive, who knows what incidents might occur if there’s no Xu Yishan around? Would they really have to rely on him and Zhou Yang to solve things with their fists?
"Miss Xu Jing left with a rather unpleasant expression, but Mr. Xu is still here..." Zhu Xiuyue nodded, adding with a sowhat strange expression, "Moreover, he seems quite smug about having done sothing big..."
Let him enjoy for a few more hours. After tonight, no one should bla for turning on soone who’s no longer needed, Lin Feng thought darkly.
By five in the afternoon, most of the ordinary guests who ca to attend the Longfeng Martial Hall’s opening ceremony, as well as the onlookers and perforrs, had left, leaving mainly the journalists behind.
These journalists had learned through various channels that the Longfeng Martial Hall planned to host the "Jiangzhou Martial Arts Conference" and wanted to stay behind to dig for news or, more frankly, amusent...
After all, the coverage of the Tianshan Martial Arts Conference was still vivid in every journalist’s mory. Almost everyone thought that the so-called experts invited by the Longfeng Martial Hall this ti would be similar to the previous "Tianshan Martial Arts Conference" in West Xinjiang, just inviting so so-called renowned sect "experts" to make an appearance, earn so hype, and call it a day...
Almost every journalist had already thought about how to draft their news story for the evening, staying behind just to photograph the key figures making an appearance to report back...
"Even with the precedent in that small county of West Xinjiang, this Longfeng Martial Hall seems determined to repeat the sa mistakes. It’s hard to tell if their planners are just dumb or if they deserve praise for their shaless courage..." joked a young reporter with a Jiangzhou Evening News badge hanging from his chest, as he spoke cheerfully among the crowd of journalists. "If it weren’t for that beautiful manager of the Longfeng Martial Hall treating us well, I’d love to mock them more..."
"Little Yu, since you understand the concept of not biting the hand that feeds you, maybe you should say a little less..." Next to the young reporter, a more seasoned photographer lazily said with half-closed eyes, lounging in a chair.
"Uncle Luo, it’s not that I’m being sharp-tongued, but you know, that Tianshan Martial Arts Conference in West Xinjiang was a farce... this Longfeng Martial Hall is still going with that setup, inviting those so-called famous schools with their fancy moves to fill the scene. What if a leader from so great sect gets beaten by a random passerby again? Won’t it just be another joke..." Little Yu said with a cheerful tone to the Luo-nad photographer.
"Little Yu, your attitude is quite problematic..." The photographer surnad Luo opened his eyes and looked at the young reporter next to him, saying with a smile, "You’re not an entertainnt gossip reporter; as an evening news reporter, you shouldn’t have this mindset from the start... Regardless, you should at least adhere to professional ethics of objective reporting, you can’t start with a biased perspective. Doing so could easily skew a proper news story... and even harm yourself!"
Little Yu’s smile faded, dissatisfied with Old Luo’s words. After all, he was a top graduate from a prestigious journalism school, while the elderly Luo, who was a tech school graduate and a gear handler, had no business lecturing him.
"Uncle Luo... my attitude won’t change the outco. I’m saying the Longfeng Martial Hall’s event is dood to fail, not because I want them to fail, but because their decision-makers aren’t clear-headed, leading to such a failed plan..." Little Yu declared, looking directly at the photographer surnad Luo as he spoke each word distinctly.
"Suit yourself then..." Seeing Little Yu’s deanor, the photographer surnad Luo naturally understood that the other had already been angered. Having been young himself, he knew the temper of the youth and realized continuing would lead nowhere, so he reclined back on his chair, closing his eyes for rest.
Little Yu shot a triumphant glance at the photographer surnad Luo, thinking this guy must have given in because he couldn’t argue against him. He really was amazing...
What Little Yu didn’t notice was that about twenty ters behind him, a casually dressed yet sowhat handso young man was watching him with a smile.
"Brother Feng... the chatter online is basically the sa as this reporter nad Yu Fei’s perspective. They’re all ridiculing us for overestimating ourselves upon learning we’re hosting a martial arts conference..."
The slightly handso young man was naturally Lin Feng. Zhu Xiuyue stood beside him, quietly reporting the online sentints.
"That’s what makes it newsworthy..." Lin Feng chuckled, shaking his head lightly, "Unfortunately, when the actual martial arts conference begins, these reporters won’t be able to bring in their photography equipnt. Even if they end up believing there are true experts in the world, they won’t be able to convince others to believe them..."
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