Section 33 - Learned to Fly

"I, I... I'll do it!"

Chen Fei, with a mournful expression, had no choice but to brace himself and agree.

If he dared to utter half a 'no,' he feared he would end up lying here tonight.

In the end, he couldn't escape the fate of settling debts with his body.

"Hahahahaha, there you go, good brother, from now on I, Chekhov, have got your back."

The fierce expression that had almost been murderous abruptly changed, and Chekhov burst out laughing heartily, slapping Chen Fei's shoulder as if he had never intended to press the issue in the first place.

The crowd, whose hearts had been in their throats, collectively breathed a sigh of relief, their smiles returning, and the atmosphere at the scene became light-hearted and jovial once more.

"Chekhov, if, if it's alright, I'll be going now."

Chen Fei wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, preparing to take his leave.