Chapter 129: Knowledge Points, Take Note!

Zhou Mi rolled her eyes beside him, thinking to herself that her junior apprentice brother was truly incorrigible. He had clearly planned to use Fatty Wang to handle the matter but deliberately gave Mia some face, hoping to leave a strong impression on her.

Mia’s looks were certainly nothing to scoff at, rivaling even her own. No wonder her little junior apprentice brother had taken a fancy to her. If she were a man, she would undoubtedly want to add such a stunning beauty to her harem.

Mia, puzzled, looked at Chu Fei and asked, “Why do you say that? Have we met before?”

“Better late than never,” Chu Fei raised an eyebrow.

This piqued Mia’s curiosity. “But I still don’t know your name.”

“I’m Van Ren.”

Chu Fei had no intention of revealing his real name to Mia; it served his plan to woo her better this way. After all, chasing after a girl was the tactic of a sycophant. True heartthrobs knew that girls were attracted, not pursued. The allure of contrast, mystery, and anticipation—he had all three in full force now.

How could this woman not be captivated?

He dared not ruin the atmosphere. Imagine Mia falling for Chu Fei only to discover later that he was her fiancé—that shock would be far more powerful than knowing from the start. Most women would see such a twist as destined true love.

There was another reason behind Chu Fei’s approach. Who in their right mind reveals their strongest card at the start? You have to test the waters first, figure out who’s who.

“Van Ren...” Mia racked her brain but had no recollection of that name. Fatty Wang and the others were equally unfamiliar; none could recall a young prodigy like that appearing in the martial arts world. Naturally, they dared not question further. As long as Chu Fei agreed to their terms and let them live, they were grateful and kept their mouths shut.

“Alright, Master Van, I’ll save your number and we’ll keep in touch,” Fatty Wang said, fawning over Chu Fei like a sycophant.

Chu Fei wasn’t worried about Fatty Wang stabbing him in the back—he didn’t have the guts. Even if he did, Chu Fei had ways to deal with them. So, he gave his number and, before leaving, sent Mia a flying kiss that left her feeling a bit awkward.

After they left, Fatty Wang exhaled in relief. “I thought we were done for. Good thing you were here, Mia!”

“What does that have to do with me?” Mia asked, confused.

“Can’t you see? Master Van is very interested in you. The reason he let us off lightly was because you were there—he wanted to leave a good impression.”

“So?”

“From now on, you’ll be the one to keep in contact with him.”

Fatty Wang was sly; he was already planning to curry favor with Chu Fei. Even if they couldn’t reconcile later, at least he’d keep a way out for himself.

Mia knew exactly what Fatty Wang was up to—he was trying to offer her like Diao Chan to Lu Bu. Normally, she would have refused outright. But now, her curiosity about Chu Fei was growing. She sensed there were many secrets about this man, and why should he treat her differently?

So she didn’t reject Fatty Wang, thinking it wouldn’t hurt to have some private contact with Chu Fei.

That was the power of a mental anchor—remember this lesson!

“Have you figured out how to explain this to the Bureau?” Mia asked after saving Chu Fei’s number.

Because the operation had been sudden and Zheng Zhi was eager to make a name for himself, they hadn’t reported it to the newly arrived Bureau squad in Long City. But now Zheng Zhi was dead—this couldn’t be hidden.

“We’ll say the temporary raid failed,” Fatty Wang replied. “The other side was too strong, but since we’re from the Martial Prohibition Bureau, they let us off out of respect and even proposed talks.”

“That sounds plausible, and it shifts the problem back to the Bureau.”

Xiao Feng looked at Zheng Zhi’s corpse. “What about Deputy Director Zheng’s death?”

“Just make up some excuse—say he died in the line of duty,” Fatty Wang said seriously. “But under no circumstances mention Master Van. Zheng was never involved in this operation from start to finish.”

“Why not?” Xiao Feng wondered.

“Because the Bureau can’t afford to lose face. If they knew a deputy director died at Master Van’s hands, they’d make it a vendetta. We’d all be in trouble.” Fatty Wang squinted his already narrow eyes. “I read people well. Master Van is not someone you want to mess with; he probably has unknown trump cards.”

“If we end up dying like Zheng Zhi while the higher-ups easily settle things with a few words, wouldn’t that be foolish?”

That’s why the old fox knew the survival rules inside the system so well.

Mia suddenly realized this useless director actually had some substance.

As for Zheng Zhi, his character was terrible, having betrayed many brothers and sisters in the bureau. No one cared about his fate, and some girls he had harmed even saw his death as karma.

Outside the villa, waiting for Chu Fei’s return, Nie Ke’er and the others found a scenic pavilion nearby and began playing a game of Dou Dizhu (Chinese card game).

Nie Ke’er: “A single three.”

Huang Bo: “Four threes—bomb!”

Xi Xi: “Do you even hear yourself?”

Nie Ke’er picked up the cards with an annoyed look at Huang Bo.

“Alright, alright, so you play like that—tearing a card in half to make two threes. Who taught you that, huh?”

Huang Bo blushed. “Your dad…”

Xi Xi threw down her cards. “Terrifying. This game scares me—I’m afraid of getting hit by an eight-eight bomb!”

“Not playing anymore, Miss Xi Xi?” Huang Bo asked.

Xi Xi ignored the insolent old man and excitedly showed her phone to Nie Ke’er.

“Ke Ke, look! Your ‘Back View Man’ is trending again!”

At the mention of Back View Man, Nie Ke’er also dropped her cards and scrolled through her phone until she found the piano video.

Actually, one didn’t need to go looking for it—any entertainment app would have the news right on the front page.

“That piano piece is so beautiful, it nearly brought me to tears!” Xi Xi said, eyes glistening as she looked at Nie Ke’er.

Nie Ke’er was moved too, though she didn’t gush like Xi Xi. Instead, she wore a proud expression.

“Now you see just how talented the man I admire is!”

“But as touching as it is, that back really looks like Chu Fei.”

Xi Xi pointed at the figure in the video. “Do you think it’s possible? Could Chu Fei really be Back View Man?”

Nie Ke’er, not wanting her fantasy shattered, retorted, “Impossible, absolutely impossible. Chu Fei’s vibe is nothing like a pianist.”

Xi Xi recalled Chu Fei’s shameless, invincible demeanor. It was hard to picture him as that elegant figure in the video.

Still, Xi Xi pressed on. “What if he really is Back View Man?”

“If that’s true, then I’ll eat dirt!” Nie Ke’er declared firmly.

“Don’t try to trick me into free food and drinks!” Xi Xi waved her hand.

“Trying to provoke me, huh?”

Nie Ke’er shot Xi Xi a glare. “Fine, I’m putting my cards on the table. If Chu Fei really is Back View Man…”

“I’ll have him compete with Zhou Mi to surpass me!”

No sooner had she said this than Chu Fei’s car pulled up at the villa’s entrance...!