CHAPTER 43: CHAPTER 43: OVERESTIMATING ONESELF

Seeing Youu Cancan’s mischievous grin, Ye Fei couldn’t help but sigh inwardly for her two senior brothers.

But one thing made Ye Fei look at Youu Cancan in a new light—she really did know what she claimed to know, including the strength of the participants in the United Commerce martial arts competition.

To know such details, even someone like Guo Wenyuan, a heavyweight participant, only had a vague understanding!

"Why do you keep staring at me?"

Youu Cancan noticed Ye Fei staring at her and immediately blushed slightly, then pursed her lips and said, "Let me tell you, I’m your senior sect sister. Don’t get any inappropriate thoughts about me!"

"I don’t!" Ye Fei replied, amused.

"Good! Anyway, this United Commerce martial arts competition is full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers. Be careful. If you offend someone, even I won’t be able to save you!"

With that, Youu Cancan strode forward, leaving Ye Fei to shake his head and follow.

Before long.

Ye Fei and the others arrived at one of the boxing arenas hosted by the United Commerce.

Even though the United Commerce was a battleground for the big shots of Su Province, it didn’t mean the competition had to be secretive.

After all, these big shots were businessmen, and the revenue potential of such fights was something they’d never let slip by.

So every year, there was fierce open and covert rivalry over where to host the United Commerce competition.

After paying the hefty ticket fees.

Ye Fei followed Youu Cancan and the others into the boxing arena.

But as soon as they entered, Hee Youliang and Dong Youcai, that pair of clowns, started boasting again.

"What the heck! I thought this so-called competition would take place in some grand venue, but it turns out it’s just some dump!" Hee Youliang glanced at the two fighters currently sparring in the ring and sneered disdainfully.

"Exactly! Brother Hee, look at those two up there—they don’t even have the foundational skills of a martial artist. It seems we’ll have no worthy opponents this time. How lonely to be invincible!"

Dong Youcai said with an air of arrogance, as if at this moment, he and Hee Youliang had become supreme masters looking down on all beneath them.

Ye Fei could only shake his head silently at the sight.

On the way here, Youu Cancan had already made it clear that they’d suffer terribly, so there was no way things were as easy as they believed.

Moreover, the VIP private boxes above were still dark, a sign that people like Guo Wenyuan hadn’t arrived yet. This meant the fighters currently in the ring were likely just warm-up participants before the official matches began—naturally, no elite martial artists had shown up yet.

But when Ming energy martial artists like Zhou Tian took the stage, Hee Youliang and Dong Youcai would likely be left dumbfounded.

Just then, Hee Youliang, who was playing the role of a grand strategist, happened to notice Ye Fei shaking his head and immediately snapped, "You brat! What are you shaking your head at? Are you implying that what Junior Brother Dong and I said is wrong?"

At Hee Youliang’s words, Dong Youcai also turned around immediately, directing a mocking gaze at Ye Fei.

In his eyes, Ye Fei was nothing but a petty thief Youu Cancan had enlisted on a whim to put on a show.

A guy who was only fit to pour their tea dared to shake his head at them? What was this if not courting death?

Dong Youcai immediately took a step forward, as if intent on teaching Ye Fei a lesson.

Seeing this, Youu Cancan quickly stepped in and pointed at Dong Youcai, demanding, "Dong Youcai, we’re all disciples of the same sect. What are you thinking of doing?"

"Same sect disciples? Ha, does this young man even qualify? Ha, but since Senior Sect Sister seems to fancy this kind of young man, I won’t hit his face!" Dong Youcai sneered as he brushed past Youu Cancan’s objections and reached out to grab Ye Fei’s collar.

It was obvious that neither Dong Youcai nor Hee Youliang took Youu Cancan, the Sect Leader, seriously.

Youu Cancan nearly turned crimson with anger at Dong Youcai’s words and immediately shouted, "Dong Youcai, let me tell you—since I recruited Ye Fei into the Thief Sect, you are not allowed to touch him! And besides, I paid for the tickets this time. If you dare lift a finger, you’ll have to pay me back first!"

At the mention of money, Dong Youcai’s face instantly turned awkward.

He and Hee Youliang didn’t adhere to the Thief Sect’s rules and hadn’t gone on a heist even once since their master passed away.

So their daily expenses had been covered entirely by Youu Cancan, their junior sect sister and Sect Leader.

Not to mention, the ticket costs were considerable—nearly ten thousand per person. He couldn’t afford to pay her back.

Dong Youcai could only snort coldly and say, "Consider yourself lucky, kid. Once I win the prize money in the ring, I’ll deal with you properly!"

With that, Dong Youcai stood up and pulled Hee Youliang toward the registration area for the ring.

Once the three had left, Youu Cancan finally exhaled in relief. She glared at Ye Fei and said, "Didn’t you say you were the least likely to cause trouble?"

"I only smiled a little!" Ye Fei smiled innocently.

"You’re still smiling?"

Seeing Ye Fei’s carefree demeanor, Youu Cancan scolded, "Do you even realize that while those two aren’t top-tier fighters, they’re still martial artists? Do you think you can take them down? If I hadn’t stepped in just now, they would’ve beaten you to death!"

Beaten to death?

The truth was, for Ye Fei, two guys who hadn’t even reached the threshold of being martial artists were no different from pesky flies he could swat away effortlessly.

Of course, Ye Fei wasn’t interested in explaining and instead changed the subject, "So when does the United Commerce competition officially start?"

"Soon. Let’s just wait quietly for now," Youu Cancan replied, focusing her gaze on the ring and ignoring Ye Fei.

Seeing this, Ye Fei could only wait patiently.

Before long, Hee Youliang and Dong Youcai completed their registration and officially stepped into the ring to compete.

Although neither of them had formally entered the ranks of martial artists, they weren’t people a normal fighter could match. In no time, they wreaked havoc in the ring, relishing their brief moment of glory.

"Ha! Turns out they’re all weaklings!"

Hee Youliang roared with laughter after knocking out yet another fighter, leaving the man frothing at the mouth.

From the sidelines, Dong Youcai chimed in immediately, "Brother Hee, you’re amazing! Ha! This competition was clearly designed to hand you free money!"

"Of course! What nonsense United Commerce competition—they might as well call it the Weakling Convention!" Hee Youliang laughed arrogantly again.

"Outrageous! Who dares to label the United Commerce competition I organized as a ’Weakling Convention’?"

Suddenly, a voice thundered through the arena, resonating in everyone’s ears.

At the boxing arena’s pinnacle, all forty-two VIP private boxes lit up simultaneously. At each window stood an intimidating boss, glaring down at the entire arena.

Beside these bosses stood a varying number of burly men, each exuding an imposing aura.

These forty-two individuals were the major players from the thirteen cities participating in this year’s United Commerce in Su Province!

The one who had just spoken was one of the hosts of this year’s United Commerce competition, the Hall Master of Tiger Roar Hall—Northern Su Cloud Port’s most powerful underground force—and also Chen Qian’s father, Chen Xing!