88: Chapter 88 Unveils an S-Rank Talent

The atmosphere in the banquet hall solidified, and everyone held their breath.

They watched the Kyoto Young Master, who had just been so arrogant, now scrambling to get up from the ground.

Qin Feng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

He didn't fly into a rage as everyone expected, nor did he hysterically shout for bodyguards to clear the room.

On the contrary.

He patted the dust off his knees, his movements as elegant as if he were adjusting a freshly ironed suit.

Qin Feng stood up straight again. Although his face was still pale, the arrogance unique to a scion of a wealthy family had not dissipated.

“You win.”

As these three words came out, the entire hall was in an uproar.

Su Changhe had originally intended to rush forward to protect his master, but upon hearing this, his legs went weak, and he almost knelt on the ground.

Young Master Qin conceded?

Young Master Qin, who represented the face of the Qin Family in Kyoto, actually conceded to Lin Fan of Jianghai City?

Lin Fan raised an eyebrow, a flicker of surprise in his eyes.

“Since Young Master Qin is so straightforward, let's discuss the compensation.”

Lin Fan turned and took the densely printed bill from the fatty's hand.

“Myriad Treasures Pavilion’s renovation, lost wages, emotional damages, and my brother's medical expenses.”

Lin Fan slapped the bill onto Qin Feng's chest. “A total of fifty million. No bargaining.”

The people around gasped.

Just breaking a few things cost fifty million? This was enough to buy Lin Fan's entire shop, and it just happened to be within Qin Feng's limit. This was clearly calculated.

This was outright robbery!

Qin Feng picked up the bill without even looking at the detailed list.

“Account number.”

He pulled out his black gold card and handed it to the butler behind him. “Transfer the money.”

“Young Master, isn't it inappropriate for you to spend money like this? Before we left, the Madam instructed…” the butler kindly reminded him.

“Slap!” Qin Feng backhanded the butler across the face!

“Are you teaching me how to do things? I can't control that woman, and you dare to ride over my head?”

The butler trembled as he took the card, not daring to say another word, and immediately took out a portable POS machine to operate it.

“Brother Fan, it's arrived, fifty million!”

Lin Fan nodded in satisfaction.

He looked at Qin Feng, and the hostility in his eyes dissipated considerably, replaced by the familiarity one would show a God of Wealth.

“Young Master Qin is generous.”

Lin Fan even took the initiative to straighten Qin Feng's crooked tie. “I like making friends with reasonable people like Young Master Qin.”

Qin Feng snorted coldly and slapped Lin Fan's hand away.

“The money has been paid, but the matter isn't over.”

Qin Feng stared into Lin Fan's eyes. “You just said I wasn't worthy of being your opponent?”

“That was just now.”

Lin Fan shrugged. “Now that you've paid, you're my VIP client. Clients are God, and God is certainly worthy of being my opponent.”

Qin Feng was so amused by this shameless logic that he laughed.

He took a deep breath, calming the surging qi and blood within him.

“Lin Fan, I know that was a provocation.”

Qin Feng glanced around at the onlookers, raising his voice a few octaves.

“I, Qin Feng, can afford to lose. In terms of martial prowess, I admit I’m not as good as you right now. In terms of financial resources, I indeed don't have as much cash as you.”

“However.”

Qin Feng's tone shifted, and his eyes sharpened.

“You said your blind boxes can create miracles and change destinies.”

“I don't believe it.”

He pointed at Lin Fan. “Since you sell blind boxes, let's use blind boxes to decide the victor.”

“I'll buy one too.”

Qin Feng extended a finger. “One hundred million.”

“I want to buy your best blind box here.”

“If it doesn't yield something that moves me, Lin Fan, you'll be committing fraud. By then, not only the Qin Family, but the entire Kyoto martial arts world won't let you off.”

Although Qin Feng had lost face, he wanted to use this method to regain his standing.

If Lin Fan's blind boxes were merely superficial, then the face he lost today, he could get back twofold tomorrow.

Lin Fan smiled.

He smiled even more brightly than when he had received fifty million.

The fish had taken the bait.

“One hundred million?”

Lin Fan shook his head. “Young Master Qin, do you have any more money?”

“I don't, but my family does!” Qin Feng laughed.

“Since we're playing, let's play big.”

Lin Fan snapped his fingers.

“Fatty, go to the car and get that box.”

The fatty was stunned, then reacted, and quickly ran out of the banquet hall.

Not long after.

The fatty ran back, panting, holding a black metal box.

Intricate patterns were carved on its surface, subtly emitting a heart-palpitating thunderous fluctuation.

Lin Fan took the box and placed it on the table in front of Qin Feng.

“This is something I specially prepared for Young Master Qin.”

Lin Fan's finger gently tapped the lid of the box. “Inside, there's an A-Rank blind box.”

“Originally, an A-Rank blind box costs ten million, but this blind box is different. It's made from the S-Rank core materials of a Lord-level exotic beast, and there's a small chance of getting S-Rank resources.”

“But since Young Master Qin is so sincere, I'll give you a discount.”

“One hundred million.”

The entire hall was once again in an uproar.

A discount?

This was clearly double the price!

“Lin Fan! Are you crazy?”

Su Qingxue couldn't help but step forward, tugging at Lin Fan's sleeve, and whispered, “Qin Feng has a Gold-element talent and extremely high standards. Ordinary treasures won't catch his eye at all. What if…”

“There's no ‘what if’.”

Lin Fan patted Su Qingxue's hand, giving her a reassuring look.

Then he looked at Qin Feng.

“Young Master Qin, dare to try one?”

“Inside, there might be something that can further enhance your S-Rank Talent.”

Qin Feng stared intently at the black box.

His intuition told him that this box indeed contained something that would make his blood surge.

“Good.”

Qin Feng didn't hesitate.

“One hundred million, I'll buy it.”

“Immediately contact the Madam and tell her to transfer 100 million in cash to me!” Qin Feng said fiercely to the butler.

Qin Feng and the butler went to a corner and made a call, seemingly arguing. Vaguely, one could hear, “You don't want other families to know that our Qin Family can't afford to buy things in a small place, do you?”

“Not paying? Then don't pay. At most, I'll buy things without paying, get arrested by the City Guard, and bring shame to the Qin Family. I'm not afraid of losing face…”

A moment later, Qin Feng returned, grinning.

Lin Fan made a gesture of invitation.

“Young Master Qin, inspect the goods.”

Qin Feng took a deep breath.

He reached out and pressed the lock on the metal box.

“Click.”

The lid sprang open.

That was the aura of a Lord-level exotic beast.

Qin Feng's pupils constricted slightly.

The aura emanating from this packaging alone already proved the extraordinary nature of these blind boxes.

“Open!”

Spiritual power was injected.

The blind box instantly exploded into countless points of light.

A dazzling golden light shot up into the sky.

“Roar!”

Vaguely, a tiger's roar seemed to echo through the banquet hall.

The light dissipated.

“This is…”

Qin Feng's hand trembled slightly.

“S-Rank Talent: Thunder Flash Shadow,” lightning energy enhances the physical body, allowing for short-distance teleportation as lightning particles.

Someone exclaimed in surprise.

“Oh my god! It really can open an S-Rank Talent? This is an S-Rank Talent! Even in Kyoto, an S-Rank Talent would be considered a prodigy, right?”

“This one hundred million was well worth it!”

“Ding! Congratulations to the host for receiving a twenty-fold return!”

“The host has received one SS-Rank Lightning-element Talent Card, which has been placed in the system space. Please extract it yourself.”

Qin Feng's eyes changed.

He was discerning; he had seen all sorts of good things in Kyoto—materials, treasures, pills—but he had truly never heard of anything that could change one's talent.

Qin Feng's palms were slightly sweaty.

He looked at Lin Fan.

Lin Fan still looked calm and composed, even picking up a glass of red wine, taking a sip, and then setting it down.

“Young Master Qin, was this business worth it?”

Worth it?

Absolutely worth it!

For the Qin Family, money was just a number.

But something that could directly enhance talent was a priceless treasure!

Even for five hundred million, or a billion, the Qin Family would buy it without hesitation!

Qin Feng took a deep breath.

Then.

Under everyone's shocked gaze, he picked up a glass of wine from the table.

And bowed slightly to Lin Fan.

“Boss Lin.”

His address had changed.

No longer Lin Fan, but Boss Lin.

“This glass, I toast to you.”

Qin Feng drained the glass.

“Before, I, Qin Feng, was blind.”

“From today onwards, the Qin Family retracts all accusations against the Myriad Treasures Pavilion.”

“And.”

Qin Feng turned around, his gaze coldly sweeping over Su Changhe, who was already slumped on the ground, and those who had previously mocked Lin Fan.

“Anyone who dares to go against the Myriad Treasures Pavilion is going against me, Qin Feng.”

“They're going against my Qin Family of Kyoto!”

Overbearing.

This was the power of money… oh no, this was the power of blind boxes.

Lin Fan smiled.

He stepped forward and clinked glasses with Qin Feng.

“Young Master Qin, you're too kind.”

“We're all friends, mutual benefit, right?”

Just as everyone thought this farce would end with Lin Fan's triumphant victory.

Qin Feng suddenly leaned closer to Lin Fan.

And said in a voice only the two of them could hear.

“Boss Lin, there are many eyes and ears here.”

“Could we… step aside to talk?”

“I have a big business deal I'd like to discuss with you privately.”

Lin Fan raised an eyebrow.

A big business deal?

Were those two hundred million just an appetizer?

It seemed this Young Master Qin had grander ambitions.

“Of course.”

Lin Fan made a gesture of invitation.

“There are VIP rooms upstairs, Young Master Qin, please.”

...

Watching the two leave the banquet hall, arm in arm.

Su Qingxue stood rooted to the spot, feeling her mind unable to process it.

One second they were fighting to the death.

The next, they were calling each other brothers?

Was this men's friendship?

Or was this the charm of a Shrewd Merchant?

“Sister Qing Xue!”

The fatty, holding the empty metal box, came over, his face full of admiration.

“Brother Fan is too amazing!”

“That's the Young Master of the Qin Family! Was he really conned by Brother Fan?”

Su Qingxue looked at Lin Fan's retreating back, her eyes complex.

“He didn't con him.”

Su Qingxue said softly.

“He really… makes it impossible to refuse.”

Whether it was strength or benefits.

Lin Fan had displayed the capital that forced others to yield.

“Let's go.”

Su Qingxue straightened her skirt, resuming her cold and aloof expression.

“We should go up too.”

“I want to see what these two guys are really up to.”