Wu Hua finally lost his temper.
Originally, his emotions were on the verge of exploding, but Yang Feilong's words, which struck at the heart, completely ignited his temper.
He directly challenged Yang Feilong to a hand-to-hand fight!
"Brother Feilong, beat him!" Seeing this, Xiao Jingwen shouted excitedly.
"How dare he attack you first, his guts are so bold, quickly let him know how powerful you are!" Mi Ya couldn't help but shout.
This was a scene they were delighted to see.
While the basketball match was intense and exciting, in their hearts, fighting was even more appealing!
Mi Kang was about to intervene, but hearing his two sisters' excited reactions, he shrugged helplessly and decided to watch. He couldn't dampen their spirits any further. Moreover, he was curious. Yang Feilong, who had crushed Wu Hua in all aspects and earned the admiration of his two sisters, how powerful was he really? He knew his sisters loved watching men fight the most!
"Stop!" Han Yun's expression changed upon seeing this, and she shouted loudly, her body moving towards the basketball court.
But she was too far away, and Wu Hua's attack was too sudden. She couldn't stop it, which filled her with regret and self-blame.
However, the next moment, she was once again stunned and her steps faltered.
Seeing Wu Hua, who had lost his mind and was attacking, Yang Feilong smiled playfully. With a swift movement like a gust of wind, he actually grabbed Wu Hua's fist.
"You..." Wu Hua's eyes were filled with disbelief, as he found his fist firmly trapped. It had been a long time since he felt so powerless.
Boom!
Yang Feilong pulled hard, and Wu Hua stumbled closer. Then, he threw a left punch.
The punch landed squarely on Wu Hua's head.
Bang!
His nose nearly caved in, blood splattering. The side of his face, struck by the fist, visibly swelled. At the same time, he released his right hand, which was holding Wu Hua's fist, and then, with a whip kick, he sent Wu Hua flying.
The latter rolled several times on the ground before stopping. Looking at his face, it was bloody and utterly miserable!
"Yang Feilong!" Wu Hua's eyes were filled with hatred, and even more so with shock. He truly hadn't expected Yang Feilong's combat ability to be so terrifying. It was only then that he deeply understood one thing: Yang Feilong was also a cultivator of ancient martial arts, and a very powerful one at that. It was no wonder he had lost all three previous matches!
With such powerful cultivation, his nerve reflexes, agility, and other aspects were far superior to those of ordinary people. If such a person practiced diligently, the results would naturally be twice as effective as for an ordinary person!
This was also the main reason why Wu Hua had been so prominent in school before.
To put it simply, when the tiger is away, the monkey becomes king!
Wu Hua left, carrying his endless frustration and grief from this 'place of sorrow.'
He had lost the bet, lost seventy million in wealth, and was injured, not to mention losing all face.
"Yang Feilong, our enmity is completely cemented. I swear, I will make your life worse than death." Wu Hua started his car and looked out the window, his eyes filled with resentment.
He had no idea that the person who had brought him such immense humiliation and hatred was the same person he had mocked his brother for being toyed with not long ago. If he knew, what would he think!
He took out a bottle of potion from his pocket, opened it, and drank it. The injuries on his face began to heal at a visible rate. Of course, a complete recovery would still take some time, but he no longer looked as miserable as before.
Not long after.
He drove to a villa, where a middle-aged man greeted him.
"Uncle Hui Yan!" Wu Hua got out of the car and greeted the middle-aged man.
"Young Master, why have you come?" Li Hui Yan asked curiously.
"Something has come up," Wu Hua said calmly. After cooling down on the way, his mindset was much more stable than when he had left Paradise Club.
Li Hui Yan opened his mouth, wanting to ask, "What happened to your face?" but after thinking about it, he wisely decided not to. Asking about something unpleasant would make them both awkward.
Entering the villa's living room, Wu Hua sat on the sofa and asked Li Hui Yan, "Uncle Hui Yan, you've been in Tianhai City for quite some time. I want you to help me investigate someone!"
"Investigate someone?" Li Hui Yan was surprised. He paused and asked, "Do you know any simple details about this person? If so, it will be easier for me to investigate."
"Someone named Yang Feilong. He and..." Wu Hua hesitated slightly before speaking slowly.
However, before he could finish, Li Hui Yan's voice interrupted him, laced with surprise, "Wait, Young Master, the person you want to investigate, his name is Yang Feilong?"
"What's wrong? You know this Yang Feilong?" Seeing Li Hui Yan's expression, Wu Hua's eyes flickered, and he asked repeatedly.
"Is the Yang Feilong you're talking about this person?" As he spoke, Li Hui Yan took out a photo from his pocket.
"It's him!" Wu Hua nodded seriously.
"It really is the same person! That..." Li Hui Yan gave a wry smile, but then he hesitated to speak.
"Uncle Hui Yan, please say whatever you need to say without hesitation," Wu Hua said, his brow furrowed.
"Isn't this my good older brother? What brings you to my humble abode?" Just then, a flippant voice sounded, and a figure descended from upstairs.
"What are you trying to do with that sarcastic tone?" Wu Hua frowned, looking at his brother, Wu Lang.
"Nothing much, just feeling surprised! Even when you come to Lan Hai City, you don't usually visit me. Why are you here this time!" Wu Lang spread his hands and clicked his tongue, saying, "And you're immediately asking for information about that Yang Feilong. Don't tell me that Miss Han from the Han family, whom you fancy, has an ambiguous relationship with Yang Feilong?"
"How did you know?" Wu Hua's eyes narrowed.
"Uh, I was just saying it casually, and it's true?" Wu Lang looked at his brother with surprise. "Tsk tsk, my good brother, no way, no way? You're considered a prodigy among the younger generation by many prominent families, and you've been outdone by that Yang Feilong even in matters of love?"
"Tsk tsk, speaking of which, this Yang Feilong is quite a character. He first snatched the woman I liked, and now he's snatched the woman you like?" The more Wu Lang spoke, the more playful his expression became, though it was mostly teasing his older brother.
"En?" Hearing Wu Lang's words, Wu Hua suddenly realized something, and his eyes narrowed. "The person you lost to in the gamble on raw stones before, was it also this guy named Yang Feilong?"