The Fat Manager and the four security guards' mouths grew wider and wider.
A foreboding feeling surged within each of their hearts.
Fan Yi sighed, patted the Fat Manager on the shoulder, and said sympathetically, "Stop looking. Let me introduce Yang Fei, Boss Yang."
"He is one of the largest shareholders of Qingquan Stone's top flow; usually, Boss Lin handles the business here. Today is his first visit."
Thump!
The Fat Manager's legs gave way, and he collapsed onto the ground.
He looked like a frog struck by lightning, staring at Yang Fei in utter horror; his face flabby and trembling, unable to utter a word.
"Yang... Boss Yang?"
Yang Fei looked at him with a half-smile, "So, do you still want to throw me out?"
"Dare not, dare not..."
The Fat Manager trembled all over, repeatedly saying he didn't dare.
He tried to squeeze out a smile, but that smile looked uglier than crying.
"Still want to fight every time you see me?"
Yang Fei narrowed his eyes and said lazily, his eyes devoid of any emotion.
The Fat Manager was sweating profusely, his face ashen, deeply bowing his head.
He didn't dare to look at the faces around him, nor did he dare to look at Yang Fei's face.
"Hmph, stand at attention!"
Yang Fei suddenly elongated his voice, roaring like thunder.
The Fat Manager shivered and immediately stood at attention.
It was a pity his bloated belly was too cumbersome to convey any sense of erectness.
The four security guards also stood at attention, looking at Yang Fei anxiously, fearing they might lose their hard-earned jobs.
"At my command, right turn, march."
Under Yang Fei's unceasing commands, the five of them obediently walked toward the bathhouse's main door.
Yang Fei said indifferently, "Donghua Gate is about five kilometers from here."
"The five of you, run to Donghua Gate and then run back. The one who takes the longest, pack your things and leave."
"Ah..."
Upon hearing this, the Fat Manager immediately weakened.
His body was bloated and fat; climbing a flight of stairs was strenuous for him, let alone a five-kilometer run.
This was literally asking for the fat man's life.
The other four security guards looked at each other and suddenly broke into a run.
The Fat Manager, as if awakening from a dream, hurriedly chased after them.
His mind in chaos, he stumbled as he left the door, his body rolling out like a big beach ball, appearing particularly comical.
Yang Fei burst into hearty laughter and instructed Yi Long, "Brother Long, you supervise and deal sternly with this customer manager."
"Damn it, we don't need such snobbish, contemptuous small-timers in our bathhouse."
Yi Long nodded and immediately went out.
"Let's go, Shou Jing Gong is waiting for you."
Fan Yi urged from the side.
Yang Fei nodded, following behind Fan Yi, and entered the elevator.
Fan Yi led Yang Fei to the entrance of the No.1 VIP Diamond Room.
Strangely, the room was pitch-dark and utterly silent.
This contrasted sharply with the other rooms, which were brightly lit and filled with laughter and chatter.
"Old Silver... Master, are you there?"
Yang Fei almost called out his master's nickname but caught himself just in time and made a face at Fan Yi.
Fan Yi gave a wry smile and whispered, "Shou Jing Gong is inside. Have a chat with him; I won't disturb you."
He said this and turned to leave.
Yang Fei nodded and called out, "Master, are you in there?"
In the pitch-dark room, silence still prevailed.
Yang Fei inwardly chuckled bitterly, for he had clearly heard a faint breath inside the room, soft, continuous, and very long-lasting.
This was a breathing characteristic only top-level masters possessed.
In Yannan City, apart from Old Silver Stick, who else had such profound Martial Arts skills?
Yang Fei's eyes shifted as he muttered to himself, "So, Master isn't actually here."
"Forget it, the latest 10G Sang Country movie I prepared for him is no longer needed."
Having said that, he turned to leave.
Yang Fei had barely taken a couple of steps when he heard a trembling voice from inside the room, "Is that Yang Fei?"
The voice was hoarse, somewhat like a drake, carrying a lewd undertone.
Yang Fei immediately turned around, a sly smile flashing across his eyes.
However, his voice revealed his surprise, "Master, you really are here, I've missed you so much."
"Ah, come in, let's talk inside,"
the drake-like voice weakly murmured.
Hearing this voice, Yang Fei was certain without a doubt that this man was Old Silver Stick.
For some reason, hearing his voice gave Yang Fei an ominous feeling.
He pushed the door open, and after just one glance, he was stunned.
In the room, there was a small bed, on which lay an old man barely breathing.
His complexion was pale, his eyes sunken, appearing as if he could breathe his last at any moment.
The old man had a pointy chin and monkey cheeks, with a couple of rat whiskers, making him look particularly vulgar.
His mouth drooped, showing extreme age, and though his head was nearly bald, he oddly styled the few hairs with gel, letting them hang long.
This style somewhat resembled an aged version of San Mao from the movies.
The old man lay in the bed, under which were placed forty-nine oil lamps, their dim yellow light emitting a bizarre glow.
"Master, what's wrong with you?"
He stood stunned, for his master's Martial Arts Skills had long ago become transcendent, reaching a mystical realm.
Logically, a Martial Arts Master of such caliber shouldn't have decayed to such a state, not even if seriously injured.
The old man's eyes moved slightly.
He glanced at Yang Fei and said, "Alas, my time is nearly up, be careful not to knock over the Everbright Lamp at your feet, this is my Life Soul Lamp."
"Once the light goes out, I'll be gone immediately, you mustn't extinguish it."
Yang Fei jumped in shock, almost knocking over an oil lamp with his foot.
He rushed forward, reaching out to support the old man, "Master, hasn't your constitution always been robust? How could this happen…"
The old man sighed deeply, murmuring, "My time has come, what can be done?"
"I just couldn't rest easy, so I specifically came to see you. Now seeing you well, I can rest in peace underground."
Just then, Yang Fei touched the old man's arm.
He felt the Essence Qi hidden within the old man's meridians, incredibly vigorous, his Xueqi searing hot, leaving him stunned.
What the hell, the Life Force in the old man's body was more vigorous than that of a man in his twenties; how could this be a dying person?
A sly smile flickered across Yang Fei's eyes.
He sighed helplessly, "Master, after all we've been through as master and disciple, now that you are on your deathbed, I really have nothing to offer you."
"Just so, I've gathered a full 10G of the newest Sang Country movies. Once you've passed, I'll cremate the USB at your grave. Rest easy and go."
"Damn, with such great stuff, why wait until I'm dead to bring it out? Give it to me,"
the man in the bed said, instantly perking up.
He stared wide-eyed, his gaze intense, as if ready to fight Yang Fei for it if he didn't hand it over.
"But, Master, your body can't handle such excitement..."