I Carry a Game World With Me

When Huang Chui saw Yang Ming, he immediately said, "I’ve fought Xiaofeng before. I was completely powerless against him. That Ah Ji guy definitely won’t be able to fight back either."

"Let’s go. Let’s get this handled first," Lu Feng said, leading the group out of the house.

He was already going above and beyond for that snobbish, irresponsible cousin of his. He was only doing it out of respect for his aunt.

’If He Jin had offended him directly, really pissed him off... well, he still had a laser pistol in his inventory. He could just kill the guy. Even if it became a big deal, the police would have a hard time investigating it. After all, laser weapons don’t exist in the real world.’

’If that didn’t work, he also had a game world. There were always ways to quietly take care of someone in there.’

’But for a worthless gambling addict, it wasn’t necessary to go that far.’

’Hopefully, this He Jin won’t give me a reason to do so!’

’Otherwise, should he rid the world of a pest? He wasn’t a cop!’

The boxer Ah Ji was something of a celebrity in Youcheng.

After all, in the internet age, when an online celebrity pops up in Youcheng, people take notice. Many young people admired Ah Ji after seeing videos of his fights. His punches were brutal, and he always knocked his opponents down.

Of course, these young people never stopped to consider if the fights were staged.

So, Lu Feng and his group only had to ask around a little to find out where Ah Ji was. He was at a boxing gym called Punch Heart.

Since he was an internet-famous boxer, he naturally spent a lot of time at boxing gyms.

When Lu Feng walked into the Punch Heart boxing gym, he immediately spotted Ah Ji—a muscular young man who looked very intimidating.

The man was in the ring, fighting another young man.

A moment later, he knocked the young man to the ground with a single punch.

Someone nearby was holding recording equipment, obviously filming a video. A few other boxers had gathered around to watch.

Seeing this, Lu Feng walked straight to the ring. When he reached it, he vaulted over the ropes, grabbed a pair of nearby gloves, and started putting them on as if he owned the place.

This scene drew everyone’s attention.

Ah Ji looked at Lu Feng and frowned. "Who are you?"

Lu Feng smiled. "Who I am isn’t important. I’m just here to teach you a lesson!"

These words angered Ah Ji. He said coldly, "Kid, you talk to me like that? Do you have any idea who I am?"

"The internet celebrity boxer Ah Ji. I know," Lu Feng said with a smile, not forgetting to add a reminder, "By the way, I’m about to attack you."

After that warning, he used his Basic Combat skills and threw a punch at Ah Ji.

Ah Ji heard the warning and subconsciously tried to block, but in the next moment, he was shocked to find it was too late. His opponent was too fast.

Before he could even react, he felt a heavy blow to his chin that nearly knocked him unconscious.

With strength and agility twice that of an ordinary person, Lu Feng was far beyond what Ah Ji could handle. He followed up with a shoulder throw, slamming Ah Ji hard onto the mat.

The two consecutive heavy blows left Ah Ji unable to get up for a long time. He stared at Lu Feng, his face a mask of disbelief.

The surrounding onlookers were dumbfounded, staring at Lu Feng in shock.

They knew Ah Ji had some real skill, but who would have thought he’d be so easily and instantly defeated?

’Those two clean, swift moves... they were like something out of a movie, weren’t they?’

Lu Feng glanced at Ah Ji, didn’t linger, and got out of the ring.

Just then, Huang Chui emerged from the side, waving his phone. "Xiaofeng, I got it on video."

"Mhm," Lu Feng nodded. "Where are my cousin and the others? Let’s go straight there."

Huang Chui said, "Brother Ming and Chen Bo are already with He Jin. They’re at the Xianlin Tea House in the nearby plaza!"

Xianlin Tea House, named after Xianlin Town. Its owner was He Jin.

He Jin was in a very bad mood today. Two guys had already shown up at his tea house looking for him.

Yang Ming and Chen Bo. He knew who they were.

He also knew why they were here; they had just spoken on the phone, after all.

At the tea table.

He Jin sat in the host’s seat for brewing tea, with Chen Bo and Yang Ming across from him. The atmosphere was clearly tense. Ah Pao and Ah Lin had brought some men, and Chen Bo had brought some of his own crew as well.

Naturally, He Jin’s men had also come down from upstairs, and others who were nearby had gathered too.

The tension in the room was palpable.

He Jin brewed a pot of tea, poured a cup for both Yang Ming and Chen Bo, then said with a faint smile, "I never expected Brother Ming and Boss Chen to visit my tea house together. I heard Boss Chen started working for someone else, and I didn’t believe it at first. It seems it’s true."

His words were clearly laced with mockery.

But Chen Bo replied, completely unbothered, "In this day and age, I’d have no problem being a ’grandson’ for anyone who can make me rich."

This was obviously a declaration of his stance: he and Yang Ming were now on the same side.

He Jin, of course, understood. His expression soured.

After all, he wouldn’t give a damn about either of them individually, but the two of them together were a problem.

Just as he was thinking this, He Jin’s phone rang. Seeing the number, he answered. An anxious voice immediately came from the other end, "Brother He, something’s happened! Ah Ji got taken down by some young guy in two hits! He’s been on the ground for a while and still can’t get up!"

"What?" He Jin’s expression changed instantly.

He had spent a great deal of effort building up Ah Ji’s reputation to serve his private business dealings. If Ah Ji’s popularity fell, or if his career was ruined, it would have a huge impact on his business.

Finding and building up a replacement wouldn’t be easy; there was no guarantee of replicating his success.

’Who in Youcheng could possibly take down Ah Ji in two hits and leave him unable to get back up?’

’It just didn’t seem possible.’

But just then...

He Jin saw two more people walk into the tea house.

One of them, a young man, walked straight to the tea table. Then, to He Jin’s astonishment, he saw both Yang Ming and Chen Bo stand up at the same time.

"Young Master Feng, you’re here. Please, have a seat!" Chen Bo invited with a broad smile, before he and Yang Ming moved to stand behind Lu Feng, showing him the utmost respect.

He Jin’s brow furrowed instantly. He now understood Lu Feng’s identity. Even his men looked at Lu Feng in surprise.

They had also guessed who Lu Feng was.

After all, rumors were already spreading through Youcheng’s underworld that this Young Master Feng was capable of going head-to-head with Brother He.

At that moment, Huang Chui took out his phone and played the video of Lu Feng taking down Ah Ji in two moves for He Jin to see. "Brother He, if netizens see this video... Ah Ji looking this pathetic... I’m afraid his reputation will be ruined."

When He Jin saw the contents of the video, his eyes went wide. Seeing with his own eyes how Ah Ji was instantly defeated, he looked at Lu Feng as if he were a monster.

Lu Feng also spoke up. "Brother He, right? You know why we’re here. We don’t have any grudge against you, but Chen Yong is my cousin, and his mother once did our family a great kindness. So, let’s end this here."

"Of course, if that doesn’t work for you, I can just go and beat up Ah Ji every day. I imagine that would have a significant impact on Brother He’s business."

He Jin’s face immediately darkened.

He knew how important the "Boxer Ah Ji" brand was. Jeopardizing that brand over a million yuan was simply not worth it.

Besides, this Young Master Feng was far beyond his expectations. After all, he could make someone like Chen Bo willingly act like a subservient "grandson".

The key thing was, if things really escalated now, it seemed he wouldn’t come out on top. It wasn’t worth it at all.

"Fine. This ends here," He Jin said with a frown after thinking for a long moment. He took out his phone and made a call. A moment later, a man came down from upstairs and handed an IOU to Lu Feng.

Lu Feng took the IOU. It was indeed his cousin Chen Yong’s. Seeing no problem with it, he tore it to shreds.

Just then, his phone rang. He took it out and saw it was a call from Lin Xuecheng.

He was surprised that the deputy magistrate would call him at a time like this.

Lu Feng smiled, answered the call right in front of He Jin, and said loudly, "Lin County, what brings you to call me?"

As soon as he said this, He Jin’s expression changed in an instant.

In Youcheng, a deputy county magistrate was someone who could absolutely crush people like them with ease.

Lin Xuecheng’s voice came through the phone: "Boss Lu, it’s about the intangible cultural heritage status for Qingfeng Tea. The first step of the application has been approved. Next, it would be best if we could send over some tea samples—the higher the quality, the better."

Lu Feng replied with a laugh, "Lin County, didn’t I tell you before that I could produce even better Qingfeng Tea? I just happened to make a small batch. I can send it over. Why don’t you invite President Hu to come to my tea house and try it with you?"

He was, of course, referring to the +3 tea. He was confident that if he sent the +3 tea, the intangible cultural heritage application would definitely be approved.

Moreover, he also wanted to ask Hu Quan about that Master Kai. Someone who could invest 200 million in one go must have very extensive connections.

"Alright, I’ll invite President Hu. We’ll head over in a bit," Lin Xuecheng replied cheerfully.

After all, whether it was to entertain Hu Quan or for the sake of the Qingfeng Tea heritage application, he had a perfectly legitimate reason to go to the Qingfeng Tea House.

"Great, I’ll be waiting for you, Lin County," Lu Feng said with a smile before hanging up. As he stood up to leave, he didn’t forget to say to He Jin, "Brother He, my apologies, but I have to get back to my tea house to entertain some friends."

"Uh... okay... I won’t see you out..." He Jin was clearly flustered by Lu Feng’s words.

’A fucking deputy county magistrate is going to his tea house for a drink? Is he kidding me?’

Only after Lu Feng and his group had left did He Jin snap out of it. One of his men even said, "Boss, he must be bluffing, right?"

"Go and see!" He Jin ordered, his face grim.

’If this is fucking real, then what’s this talk about him being able to go head-to-head with me? Would I fucking dare to provoke someone like that?’

’And where in Youcheng did a character like this even come from?’