One hour later, Lin Feng and Wu Mei were lying side by side. Lin Feng breathed naturally, while Wu Mei was panting heavily, a happy and satisfied smile on her face.

In the recent fierce battle, Lin Feng got really fired up. To defeat Wu Mei, he actually cheated by using Inner Strength to enhance certain muscles, causing Wu Mei to go limp and unable to move at all.

However, for a woman, in such matters, making them go limp like this is a supreme reward, and the best enjoyment...

Although Wu Mei felt that her whole body was unable to move even a finger, she still smiled gently, her eyes softly gazing at Lin Feng, her pretty face full of approval.

"Baby, I have something to take care of later..." Lin Feng sat beside Wu Mei, speaking apologetically.

"Mm..." Wu Mei replied weakly, smiling as she said, "You go ahead, I want to have a good sleep..."

Lin Feng gave a mischievous smile. He just put in so much effort to let Wu Mei feel that peak of pleasure, so she wouldn’t have the strength to trouble him anymore...

Feeling refreshed, Lin Feng left the Imperial Hotel. As he arrived outside the Xinhai International Building, he saw quite a few guests had already departed. Zhu Xiuyue was leading a group of staff, distributing gifts and bidding farewell to the departing guests.

"Brother Feng, where did you just go?" Zhu Xiuyue was a bit surprised to see Lin Feng coming out of the Xinhai International Building. "You suddenly left the banquet, Uncle Lin was quite unhappy... Later, just as the banquet ended, Mr. Tang left with Miss Tang Rou. Miss Tang Rou seemed a bit upset..."

Upon hearing Zhu Xiuyue mention this, Lin Feng couldn’t help but feel a headache. He didn’t want to see Tang Rou upset, but under the circumstances, it wasn’t about him intentionally fleeing the scene. Rather, it was because Old Xu was really someone he couldn’t afford to offend...

He’d have to find a chance to make it up to Tang Rou next time...

"By the way, Mr. Xu hasn’t left, has he?" Lin Feng asked worriedly, thinking that if Xu Yishan had left, there would be no one to hold the fort at the Longfeng Martial Hall. When those martial arts experts from China arrive, who knows what incidents might occur if there’s no Xu Yishan around? Would they really have to rely on him and Zhou Yang to solve things with their fists?

"Miss Xu Jing left with a rather unpleasant expression, but Mr. Xu is still here..." Zhu Xiuyue nodded, adding with a somewhat strange expression, "Moreover, he seems quite smug about having done something big..."

Let him enjoy for a few more hours. After tonight, no one should blame me for turning on someone who’s no longer needed, Lin Feng thought darkly.

By five in the afternoon, most of the ordinary guests who came to attend the Longfeng Martial Hall’s opening ceremony, as well as the onlookers and performers, had left, leaving mainly the journalists behind.

These journalists had learned through various channels that the Longfeng Martial Hall planned to host the "Jiangzhou Martial Arts Conference" and wanted to stay behind to dig for news or, more frankly, amusement...

After all, the coverage of the Tianshan Martial Arts Conference was still vivid in every journalist’s memory. Almost everyone thought that the so-called experts invited by the Longfeng Martial Hall this time would be similar to the previous "Tianshan Martial Arts Conference" in West Xinjiang, just inviting some so-called renowned sect "experts" to make an appearance, earn some hype, and call it a day...

Almost every journalist had already thought about how to draft their news story for the evening, staying behind just to photograph the key figures making an appearance to report back...

"Even with the precedent in that small county of West Xinjiang, this Longfeng Martial Hall seems determined to repeat the same mistakes. It’s hard to tell if their planners are just dumb or if they deserve praise for their shameless courage..." joked a young reporter with a Jiangzhou Evening News badge hanging from his chest, as he spoke cheerfully among the crowd of journalists. "If it weren’t for that beautiful manager of the Longfeng Martial Hall treating us well, I’d love to mock them more..."

"Little Yu, since you understand the concept of not biting the hand that feeds you, maybe you should say a little less..." Next to the young reporter, a more seasoned photographer lazily said with half-closed eyes, lounging in a chair.

"Uncle Luo, it’s not that I’m being sharp-tongued, but you know, that Tianshan Martial Arts Conference in West Xinjiang was a farce... this Longfeng Martial Hall is still going with that setup, inviting those so-called famous schools with their fancy moves to fill the scene. What if a leader from some great sect gets beaten by a random passerby again? Won’t it just be another joke..." Little Yu said with a cheerful tone to the Luo-named photographer.

"Little Yu, your attitude is quite problematic..." The photographer surnamed Luo opened his eyes and looked at the young reporter next to him, saying with a smile, "You’re not an entertainment gossip reporter; as an evening news reporter, you shouldn’t have this mindset from the start... Regardless, you should at least adhere to professional ethics of objective reporting, you can’t start with a biased perspective. Doing so could easily skew a proper news story... and even harm yourself!"

Little Yu’s smile faded, dissatisfied with Old Luo’s words. After all, he was a top graduate from a prestigious journalism school, while the elderly Luo, who was a tech school graduate and a gear handler, had no business lecturing him.

"Uncle Luo... my attitude won’t change the outcome. I’m saying the Longfeng Martial Hall’s event is doomed to fail, not because I want them to fail, but because their decision-makers aren’t clear-headed, leading to such a failed plan..." Little Yu declared, looking directly at the photographer surnamed Luo as he spoke each word distinctly.

"Suit yourself then..." Seeing Little Yu’s demeanor, the photographer surnamed Luo naturally understood that the other had already been angered. Having been young himself, he knew the temper of the youth and realized continuing would lead nowhere, so he reclined back on his chair, closing his eyes for rest.

Little Yu shot a triumphant glance at the photographer surnamed Luo, thinking this guy must have given in because he couldn’t argue against him. He really was amazing...

What Little Yu didn’t notice was that about twenty meters behind him, a casually dressed yet somewhat handsome young man was watching him with a smile.

"Brother Feng... the chatter online is basically the same as this reporter named Yu Fei’s perspective. They’re all ridiculing us for overestimating ourselves upon learning we’re hosting a martial arts conference..."

The slightly handsome young man was naturally Lin Feng. Zhu Xiuyue stood beside him, quietly reporting the online sentiments.

"That’s what makes it newsworthy..." Lin Feng chuckled, shaking his head lightly, "Unfortunately, when the actual martial arts conference begins, these reporters won’t be able to bring in their photography equipment. Even if they end up believing there are true experts in the world, they won’t be able to convince others to believe them..."