Being forced to grow like a pig? But I'm immune to the consequences!

"That guy is like a fly, you can't get rid of him."

Zhao Dele, as if reminding Wu Sheng, said, "That guy inquired about you."

Although he didn't know what Xu Fei was planning, he still gave Wu Sheng a heads-up.

Wu Sheng remained expressionless, nodded, and hummed in agreement.

But in my mind, I had already connected the dots.

Xu Fei came to inquire about his whereabouts, and then Xu Wenbo sent people to kill him.

The timeline matches and the logic is sound.

Little did the Xu brothers know that their meticulously planned assassination plot had turned into a pile of broken bones beneath the ruins.

"Xu Fei, Xu Wenbo... I need to find a suitable opportunity to send them on their way," Wu Sheng thought to himself.

Now that he has become a martial artist, he can do many more things than before.

As for his number one enemy, not a single member of the Xu family can be spared.

But how to handle it still needs careful planning.

After all, his older sister, Wu Yu, was still in the outer city.

If things are not handled properly and something goes wrong, then his sister Wu Yu is very likely to face retaliation.

The best approach would be to eliminate Xu Fei and Xu Wenbo simultaneously with lightning speed.

Then they went and killed their families.

"Get some rest, we have training tomorrow," Wu Sheng said, then lay down and closed his eyes.

Zhao Dele and the others didn't chat much, and went to wash up and go to bed.

The dormitory lights went out.

……

at the same time.

Inner city, a private club next to the Queen Hotel.

The private room on the third floor was dimly lit.

Xu Wenbo sat on the leather sofa, his right fingers rhythmically tapping the armrest. The tea in front of him had gone cold, but he hadn't touched it.

He was alone in the room, the air conditioner was humming and blowing cold air, but his forehead was covered with a thin layer of sweat.

"One person at level seven in body tempering versus another at level five. This kind of work should be finished in half an hour."

He glanced at the clock on the wall.

The agreed-upon reply time has passed.

There were two knocks on the door.

Xu Wenbo sat up abruptly: "Come in."

The door was pushed open, and a middle-aged man in a gray coat walked in. He was in his early forties, with an ordinary face, the kind you wouldn't notice in a crowd.

Xu Wenbo stared at him, his eyes filled with expectation, and his tone urgent: "How is it?"

The middle-aged man didn't speak, he just shook his head.

Xu Wenbo's fingers stopped.

"What do you mean?" He frowned, his voice lowering slightly. "Did it succeed or fail? Did it turn out badly?"

The middle-aged man sat down opposite him, his tone indifferent: "I don't know for now. The person I sent didn't contact me at the agreed time."

Xu Wenbo was clearly extremely dissatisfied with this answer. His brows furrowed, and his tone was unpleasant: "Are you kidding me? I paid a deposit for five portions of exotic beast meat, and this is the reply you give me?"

"You're right, that's a deposit," the middle-aged man said calmly. "If the task is completed, the final payment is collected. If the task fails, the deposit is non-refundable, and the final payment is not collected. This has always been the rule; you knew it before you contacted me."

Upon hearing this, Xu Wenbo felt a tightness in his chest.

His breathing was slightly rapid.

Five portions of exotic animal meat.

That was something he had to save for a long time, working like a slave in a noble mansion, serving those important figures.

He could have used these things himself or provided them to his younger brother, Xu Fei.

But in order to get rid of Wu Sheng, a potential threat, he hired him as a servant.

But now the other party has only given him this one message.

How could he accept this?

"Then tell me now," Xu Wenbo said, suppressing his anger, enunciating each word clearly, "is the person dead or not?"

The middle-aged man picked up the iced tea on the table, took a sip, and put it down.

"Wait until tomorrow. If my man hasn't returned by tomorrow, then the mission has failed. It's also possible that he ran away after succeeding—taking the reward I gave him. This kind of thing has happened before."

The total reward he received from Xu Wenbo was 10 portions of exotic beast meat. He usually split the meat 40/60 with the assassins he hired, with him receiving 40% and the assassins 60%.

He took two of the five deposits and gave the other three to the assassin.

Logically speaking, under normal circumstances, a hitman wouldn't run away with the reward.

After all, the assassins he chose were all trustworthy.

Moreover, the three portions of exotic beast meat are just a deposit; the other party can complete the task and receive the subsequent payment.

But Xu Wenbo didn't care about any of that at the moment.

He only cares about whether he can get the result he wants after paying the price.

Ten portions of exotic animal meat. Five portions as deposit, five portions as balance payment.

He had intended to eliminate Wu Sheng as a threat once and for all, but he ended up spending money without the man dying, and the outcome was still uncertain.

Xu Wenbo's face darkened completely.

"Are you kidding me?"

"Mr. Xu, this isn't the first time we've worked together. You know what kind of person I am."

So don't use your own thoughts to speculate about me.

"I'll say it again," the middle-aged man stood up, brushing non-existent dust off his clothes, "I'll give you a definite answer tomorrow. There's no use in rushing."

After saying that, he turned and left the private room.

Xu Wenbo sat alone on the sofa, staring at the closed door, without moving for a long time.

......

The next day, early in the morning.

Martial Arts Academy Training Ground.

Xu Fei arrived just as dawn broke.

He barely slept a wink all night, tossing and turning over one thing—had Wu Sheng been dealt with by his brother or not?

Ever since he told Xu Wenbo about Wu Sheng's whereabouts that day, he had been thinking about this matter.

He was scratching his head, trying to figure it out.

After all, he really wanted Wu to die.

From the time they gathered in the outer city, Wu Sheng became his nightmare.

He thought that once he got to the martial arts academy, he could get rid of Wu Sheng, who was a thorn in his side.

Unexpectedly, Wu Sheng seemed to be following him like a shadow, always appearing around him, and at all times there was a feeling of being suppressed.

This made him feel extremely upset.

His brother hadn't given him any news, so he didn't ask him for the time being and could only come to the training ground to confirm it himself.

He stood at the entrance, his gaze sweeping over every face in the room.

And among these faces—

There is no Wu Sheng!

For a moment, Xu Fei's heart skipped a beat, and a smile involuntarily appeared on his lips.

"really……"

He took a deep breath, trying to make his expression normal, and casually walked into the training field, finding a corner to start warming up.

But in her heart, she had already begun to plan what would happen after Wu's death—training rankings, resource allocation, and never having to live in fear again…

Just then, footsteps sounded at the entrance of the training ground.

Xu Fei subconsciously looked up.

Zhao Dele walked ahead, talking to Suoguli beside him as they went.

Zhang Lin and Tu Nan followed behind, chatting and laughing.

At the very back of them, a tall, composed figure walked in steadily.

This is none other than [someone else].

It was indeed Wu Sheng!