96: Chapter 96 The Struggle Between Above and Below, Yang Liu's Resolute Decision.

Facing pressure enough to make a Martial Artist of the Mortal Martial Realm tremble with fear, Qin Feng didn't even blink an eyelid.

"I just knelt last night, I don't want to kneel again." Qin Feng answered nonchalantly.

The voice was not loud, but it clearly reached the ears of everyone present.

As soon as these words were spoken, the entire Martial Arts Arena instantly fell into a deathly silence.

Everyone was frantically swallowing their saliva, and some were even so scared they closed their eyes directly.

On the high platform, Yang Liu gritted her teeth in anger. Her hands, hidden within her wide sleeves, were clenched tightly, her long nails digging deep into the flesh of her palms.

Her heart was burning with rage, and she was trembling all over with anger.

She had thought that after last night's "frank encounter" and cooperation, plus the fact that she now held great power, Qin Feng could be the obedient blade in her hand, and act as her submissive male dog in the future.

In her script, Qin Feng should have been grateful, acting as the most loyal and secret sharp blade, helping her clear away all obstacles.

Yet she hadn't expected this person to be so ungrateful!

'An ungrateful wolf that cannot be tamed, does he really think that just because he has some strength, he can ride on top of me?!'

Vicious thoughts flashed rapidly through her mind. Yang Liu took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the rage in her chest that made her want to reduce Qin Feng to ashes on the spot.

She had just taken her position, and the hearts of the people were unstable. If she were to openly fall out with Captain Qin, who possessed Qi Refining cultivation, it would only make the situation impossible to manage.

Yang Liu took a deep look at Qin Feng and said nothing.

"Everyone get up. Attend to your duties, withdraw!"

Dropping a cold remark, Yang Liu flicked her wide, dark red sleeves and turned back to the main hall with her personal guards.

But the moment she turned around, intense, undisguised killing intent was already rolling wildly in her eyes.

...

That night.

Inside the spacious courtyard exclusive to the captain of the Ninth Squad, the lights were bright.

Unlike the oppressive and tense atmosphere of the Management Hall, this place was filled with laughter and the enchanting scent of rouge.

In the main hall of the main room, the charcoal fire was burning brightly, warm as spring.

Qin Feng was leaning lazily on a grand armchair covered with thick animal fur, toying with an exquisite white jade wine cup in his hand.

Su Yourong was kneeling to one side, gently kneading his shoulders; Su Aili was wearing an extremely alluring Western Regions dance dress, twisting her water-snake-like waist in the center of the room;

Zhao Linger was sitting obediently to the side, having peeled a juicy grape with her slender fingers, and was carefully handing it to Qin Feng's lips.

"Master, try this, it's very sweet." Zhao Linger's voice was soft and glutinous, her clear eyes filled with infatuation.

Qin Feng was drinking and joking with the women, enjoying a rare moment of comfort.

Just at this moment, "Bang!"

The partially closed gate of the courtyard was pushed open unceremoniously, and a gust of night wind carrying icy coldness rushed into the hall, causing the flickering candlelight to shake violently.

The laughter in the hall came to an abrupt end. The women turned their heads in panic, only to see Yang Liu wearing a tight-fitting black brocade outfit, appearing at the doorway like a ghost.

Her stunning face was covered in frost, and her long, narrow eyes revealed a chilling, ominous aura. The powerful aura of Qi Refining Stage 3 was released without restraint, pressing down on the women in the hall so hard that even breathing became difficult.

Yang Liu walked into the hall step by step, her gaze locked firmly on Qin Feng, who was on the grand armchair.

"What, won't you invite me for a drink?" Yang Liu said coldly, her voice sounding as if it were drifting out of an ice cellar.

Su Yourong and the other women were so scared that their faces turned pale. They hurriedly scrambled up from the floor and retreated to the side, trembling, not even daring to take a deep breath.

Facing such an aggressive stance of questioning, Qin Feng didn't even lift an eyelid.

He remained leaning lazily on the chair, even spitting out the grape skin he had just chewed into the fruit plate beside him.

"If you want to drink, find a seat yourself." Qin Feng waved his hand, signaling the women around to withdraw.

"My... My Lord, then we servants will take our leave..."

Zhao Linger took a worried look, then hurriedly led Su Yourong and the others out of the hall, closing the door behind them.

In the large room, only Qin Feng and Yang Liu were left in an instant.

The atmosphere at this moment was suppressed to freezing point, as if even the air had solidified.

Yang Liu walked to the round table with a gloomy face and sat down.

She looked at Qin Feng's arrogant and unbridled appearance, forcibly suppressing the killing intent in her heart, and reached out to pick up the wine pot on the table.

Her wrist tilted slightly, and clear wine fell into the white jade cup.

She picked up the wine cup and took the initiative to extend it...

A playful arc curled at the corners of Qin Feng's mouth as he picked up his wine cup and gently clinked it against hers.

"Ding—" The crisp sound of the jade cups colliding seemed particularly harsh in the silent room.

After clinking glasses, the two of them drank the wine in their cups in one gulp.

Putting down the wine cup, Yang Liu took a deep breath, her full chest heaving violently.

She stared fixedly at those dark eyes that were as calm as an ancient well, like an abyss, and said in a suppressed voice: "Qin Feng, you are a smart person, let's not speak in riddles."

"I am willing to let you be under only me, controlling half of the power of the entire 666 District. Wealth, resources, and even myself, I can give to you!"

Yang Liu's voice gradually became sharp, carrying a trace of uncontrollable anger and unwillingness, and she said: "But why must you insist on being on top of me?! During the day at the Martial Arts Arena, you made me lose face in front of so many people!"

"Captain Qin, ask yourself, aren't you being a bit too greedy?!"

Facing the aggressive and repeated questioning, Qin Feng couldn't help but laugh softly.

"I wouldn't call it greedy." He smiled and slowly rotated the empty wine cup in his hand, his deep gaze scanning back and forth over Yang Liu's graceful curves with unscrupulous, tangible intensity.

Then he stood up, placed his hands on the table, leaned forward, and approached Yang Liu's face with extreme aggression.

"It is you, Madam, that I fancy. Here in the Management Hall, who is on top or who is on the bottom, I don't really care much."

"The real problem is not that I am greedy." Qin Feng stared at Yang Liu's slightly flustered peach-blossom eyes and mocked, word by word: "It is you, Madam, who always wants to be on top of me, always thinking of using me as an obedient dog in your hand!"

"Maybe the one who is wrong is you."

Hearing this merciless, extremely arrogant declaration, Yang Liu's face instantly turned deathly pale.

She bit her red lips hard, and the last trace of reluctance and hesitation in her eyes was completely shattered by his cold words.

Originally, she still held a glimmer of fantasy for this strong, domineering man who had brought her unprecedented experiences, hoping that he could recognize the situation and submit steadily.

But now she understood that what was in front of her was a vicious wolf that could not be tamed at all.

"Qin Feng..." Yang Liu took a deep breath and closed her eyes, trying to hide the flash of heartache and reluctance in her eyes.

When she opened her eyes again, only bone-chilling killing intent and the absolute cruelty of someone in a superior position remained in her peach-blossom eyes.

"I will give you one last chance."

"Kneel down and say that you are willing to submit to me. Everything is still salvageable."

"Otherwise, tonight in this room, only one person is destined to leave standing."

Accompanied by Yang Liu's cold words, the violent True Qi of Qi Refining Stage 3 erupted, directly causing the tables and chairs in the hall to shake violently...

However, under such terrifying pressure, Qin Feng still had his hands behind his back, the smile on his face becoming more evil and more arrogant.

He lifted his chin slightly, and violent Battle Intent, like that of a god or demon looking down on the world, burst forth from his dark eyes.

He answered calmly: "What if I say no?!"