Following the bodyguard into the car, Ye Tian sat in the back seat and pretended to doze off.
He hadn't offended many people, and even fewer could afford to hire bodyguards to intercept him specifically. The "Young Master Lin" these people referred to was obviously Lin Feng.
Had it been some shady taxi driver, Ye Tian might have hesitated, as those involved in the underworld tend to be ruthless, capable of resorting to desperate measures like firearms or explosives for revenge.
But Lin Feng was different. As a spoiled rich second-generation, Ye Tian truly didn't believe he had the guts.
With this in mind, Ye Tian relaxed and shifted his focus to other matters.
The items won from the system lottery could be used immediately, but not without restrictions. For instance, the Tai Chi skills he acquired allowed him to instantaneously grasp the essence of the martial art, almost equivalent to the understanding and insight only accessible to ancient martial arts grandmasters.
However, this didn't mean he possessed equivalent strength. Even without physical constraints, theoretical knowledge didn't equate to combat ability. The direct infusion of understanding and insight also had significant flaws, requiring Ye Tian to absorb and transform it bit by bit into something of his own.
Moreover, there was the Hua Tuo medical technique. As a legendary doctor, the information contained in Hua Tuo's techniques far exceeded that of Tai Chi. Ye Tian could understand and use less than ten percent of it. Even so, he benefited from the system's direct infusion, which allowed him to understand instantly. Otherwise, even if it were compiled into a book for him, it would take decades of rote memorization to grasp.
"Mr. Ye, we've arrived. The person you're meeting has already prepared a private room. I'll take you up now!"
Immersed in understanding and insight, time passed quickly. Soon, the voice of the head bodyguard reached Ye Tian's ears. Opening his eyes and stepping out of the car, he nodded, indicating the man to lead the way.
"Let's see how arrogant you are later!" The head bodyguard was infuriated by Ye Tian's attitude. He sneered internally while leading Ye Tian into a luxurious and grand nightclub.
Heaven and Earth Passion, this nightclub in Yangcheng was quite renowned, encompassing a bath center, KTV, game room, and even gambling facilities, especially some unspeakable services, which were out of reach for most ordinary people.
"How can these people do their job? It's been so long, and they still haven't brought the person!" Inside the private room, Lin Feng's face was dark as he pushed away the woman accompanying him for drinks.
"Young Master Lin, who is this person worth such a big show? Just let your men dispose of him." The pushed-away woman said discontentedly:
"With your status, Young Master Lin, how many in Yangcheng wouldn't give you face?"
"You don't understand! That guy is skilled, and the men I sent might not be his match. Otherwise, I wouldn't have asked Master Chen to take action." Lin Feng spoke coldly, his face darkening as he looked at his bandaged arm, then respectfully said to the middle-aged man beside him:
"Master Chen, I must ask for your help this time. As long as you take care of Ye Tian, I will fully honor the conditions I promised."
In the room, besides Lin Feng and the woman beside him, there were four others: two young women accompanying them for drinks, the middle-aged Master Chen, and his disciple.
Master Chen held a wine glass, appearing content and detached, while his disciple, hugging the woman next to him, said disdainfully:
"Young Master Lin, just relax. Martial arts vary greatly, and we, as ancient martial artists, are not to be compared with ordinary showy fighters. This poor boy is no match for my master. Whether you want his limbs disabled or just a couple of broken arms, just say the word."
Clearly, in this disciple's view, Ye Tian was just a commoner with some martial skills, not on the same level as a true ancient martial artist.
"Ha, good! Brother Gao Peng, with your word, I'm relieved. That Ye Tian is just a nobody without any background. He competed with me for a woman and even injured me. I'll make him disabled for life!" Lin Feng laughed out loud.
Thud, thud!
A knock sounded, and the bodyguard led Ye Tian inside.
"So it's really you. Didn't get enough of a lesson last time? Your arm hasn't even healed properly, and you're so eager to get beaten again?"
Ye Tian looked at Lin Feng sitting on the sofa, frowning.
"How dare you mention that! We'll settle both our old and new scores today. Don't think that just because you managed to charm Su Mei, you'll be looked upon favorably by the Su family. Today, I'll make you realize who you can't afford to provoke!" Lin Feng's face was vicious, his hatred for Ye Tian beyond words.
As the heir to the Lin Group, Lin Feng had always had an easy life. Recently, he became ecstatic upon discovering that Su Mei had come to Yangcheng to start a company. This was a golden opportunity for him.
Compared to ordinary wealthy families like the Lin Group, the Su family was a true behemoth. A real aristocratic family isn't just about having many people and money. Any such family requires at least several generations and a hundred years of accumulation. Even the most declined aristocratic family holds resources and connections far beyond what ordinary wealthy people can comprehend.
The Lin Group might compete with Meishi Group for the cosmetic market around Yangcheng and even suppress it in some areas. They might be significant figures in the eyes of ordinary people, but they are just upstarts to the real aristocratic families.
Lin Feng initially coveted Su Mei for her beauty and the Meishi Group. But upon learning of her identity, his intentions changed. Winning over Su Mei was like boarding the Su family's ship. With the Su family's support, he might even enter the ranks of the aristocracy and step into the real upper class.
But this great opportunity was ruined by Ye Tian, who also humiliated him, making him a laughingstock among the second-generation circles of Yangcheng. How could Lin Feng not hate him?
"Settle scores? Just with you few?" Ye Tian scoffed, but his gaze fell on the middle-aged man with a calm demeanor.
He felt a hint of danger from this man. Although the middle-aged man was seated, his sharp gaze and steady, long breaths suggested he was no ordinary person.
An ancient martial artist, and a strong one at that. Even if he couldn't compare with Ye Tian, who was an anomaly with his dark energy, he was definitely stronger than Wang Ziwен.
Don't underestimate Wang Ziwen. Though he was less experienced than Ye Tian and suffered a defeat in their first encounter, it was because they were comparing strength. In a real fight, even if Ye Tian could win with his dark energy, it wouldn't be easy.
After all, Ye Tian lacked combat experience, which, while not as crucial as strength, is indispensable.