Chapter 691: Ling Zhaixing, Hold Still!

"Lei Pengfei, I heard you want to see me?"

Ling Zhaixing's voice wasn't loud, but everyone in the Boxing Gym heard it.

The people who were training their fists each stopped, and everyone's gaze converged, landing on the skinny, small young woman at the doorway.

Lei Pengfei had originally been facing away from the doorway, hitting the sandbag, his fists pounding the leather Surface one after another, producing a muffled "bang bang" sound.

His build was a whole Circle sturdier than those two burly men, Shoulders as wide as a wall, and the muscles on his back rose and fell under his black vest as he moved.

Hearing that voice, his fist paused for a moment, then he turned his head impatiently.

"Who are you?"

His voice was coarse and bold, bearing the arrogance of someone who constantly gives orders, and his eyes were full of irritation from having his practice interrupted.

But when his gaze fell on Ling Zhaixing's face, that irritation was suddenly choked back as if someone had grabbed his throat and forced it down.

His Pupils snapped shut, the flesh on his face stiffened, his Mouth slightly opened, and his voice got stuck in his throat, turning into a garbled breathy sound.

At that moment, the two burly men huffed and chased in through the doorway.

Dao Ba Lian stepped forward first, pointing at Ling Zhaixing's back, his voice both urgent and angry.

"Lord Lei! It's this little girl, she broke Biaozi's hand! You ordered us to bring her here, you can deal with her as you wish!"

After speaking, he puffed out his chest, waiting for Lei Pengfei to speak.

In his imagination, the scene was Lord Lei sweeping his hand, the brothers surging forward to tear this clueless brat to pieces, then they would await the Theory of merit and reward.

But Lei Pengfei didn't move.

He stared at Ling Zhaixing, his face shifting from dark red to deathly white, his Adam's apple rolling up and down several times.

His lips trembled, as if he had to exert great effort to squeeze those few words out of his throat.

"Zhaixing... senior uncle?"

After those two words left his mouth, his legs suddenly went limp, and his whole body knelt upright.

His knees struck the Wood floor of the Boxing Gym with a heavy muffled thud, like someone dropping a sack of rice from a height.

Everyone in the Boxing Gym was stunned.

Those burly men who had just clenched their fists, surrounded the sandbag, and glared at Ling Zhaixing each froze in place as if a pressure point had been struck.

Lei Pengfei knelt on the ground, tilting his head up to look at Ling Zhaixing, his eye sockets beginning to redden, his voice trembling with both shock and joy.

"You... you're still alive?"

Ling Zhaixing stood before him, bowing her head to look at him.

Her expression remained utterly indifferent, as if everything happening before her had nothing to do with her.

Her gaze moved away from Lei Pengfei's excited face, slowly sweeping across the Boxing Gym.

The walls were lined with rows of boxing gloves and sandbags, the corners held several sets of dumbbells and equipment, and a huge Ben Lei Sect sign was pasted on the wall—a clenched Fist splitting Thunder, with gilded edges, looking very grand.

She withdrew her gaze, looking at Lei Pengfei still kneeling on the ground, her mouth corner twitching, revealing a barely perceptible Cold Smile.

"Ben Lei Sect..."

She said, her voice light, as if reciting a name unrelated to her, "Hehe, very good."

She paused.

"You actually inherited the Feixing Gang."

At this point, Lei Pengfei had already scrambled up from the ground, moving swiftly, not even brushing dust off his knees.

He bent over, rubbing his hands, his face wearing an almost obsequious smile, completely different from the fierce Lei Pengfei who had just been training his fists.

"Zhaixing senior uncle, the way you say that..."

He let out two chuckles, his voice low and soft.

"When the Feixing Gang was wiped out, I thought about going back to rescue them, but the opposing Faction was too powerful... we were few and weak here, truly... sigh."

He sighed, his peripheral vision flicking quickly at Ling Zhaixing, seeing no reaction, and hurried to continue his words.

"I originally thought senior uncle you also..."

He patted his own chest.

"Now it's fine, senior uncle is safe, truly heaven has eyes!"

He leaned forward half a step, his voice full of utmost enthusiasm.

"Senior uncle, why not stay here? I guarantee, from now on, as long as anyone in the Ben Lei Sect has a mouth to eat, we will ensure senior uncle has no worries about food and clothing! Look, this Boxing Gym is spacious, and there are several rooms at the Back, empty as they are..."

Ling Zhaixing looked at him, not even lifting her eyelids.

"Stay?"

She repeated those two words, the cold in her voice sinking a few degrees deeper than before.

"Continue doing these shady, despicable things together with you?"

Her gaze fell on Lei Pengfei's face; her tone wasn't high, but each word carried a sharp edge, like a thin blade scraping across a table.

"You even snatch people's life-saving money, can you still be considered human?"

After those words were hurled out, the Boxing Gym fell into an eerie silence.

A few nearby burly men exchanged glances, their faces showing a hint of unease, but none dared to make a sound.

Dao Ba Lian stood beside them, the muscles on his face twitching twice, his mouth moving, but finally he swallowed the words back.

Lei Pengfei was stunned for a moment.

The smile on his face froze for an instant, as if frozen by something, then slowly melted, becoming a smile again.

But that smile differed slightly from before; the curve at the mouth corner remained, yet the warmth in his eyes had cooled considerably.

He straightened his back, slipped both hands into his pockets, tilted his head to look at Ling Zhaixing, and his voice returned to that rugged tone.

"Senior uncle, the way you say that..."

He let out a short laugh, the laugh sharp with a sting born of offense.

"We are all on the same side; in front of us, why must you pretend?"

He took two steps forward, Standing at a Place less than a step away from Ling Zhaixing, his head slightly lowered, looking down at her face from above.

The respect in his gaze had already faded by more than half, revealing a more complex layer beneath, mixed with sarcasm and probing.

"You are the highest master of the Flying Star Gang's stealing art, the famously renowned World's Number One Sky Thief back then."

Ling Zhaixing's Pupils suddenly contracted.

Her body seemed as if struck by something, Throughout she froze for an instant.

Her Mouth was slightly pursed, the jawline tightened into a hard line, as if someone had poked the most painful spot yet she could not refute.

Lei Pengfei looked at her expression, the Laughter on his face grew even richer.

He stepped back another half step, spread his hands, and let his Tone relax.

"The deeds you did, how much more glorious are they than ours?"

Ling Zhaixing said nothing.

She was Standing there, her fingers in the sleeve slowly clenched, then slowly released.

Her gaze fell on Lei Pengfei's face, that hollow layer surged again, shrouding her eyes in Obscurity, unable to see anything clearly.

Lei Pengfei, seeing she did not refute, seemed to have received some confirmation, and his attitude became more casual.

He turned, walked to the water dispenser by the wall, filled a cup for himself, took a sip, with his back to Ling Zhaixing, his voice drifting over his Shoulders.

"Now the Flying Star Gang has been wiped out, but you still have to eat, right?"

He turned back, holding the cup, his face bearing that Laughter of everything being under Mastery.

"Uncle Master, your skills, if used Outside, would be a waste. Why not stay in Ben Lei Sect? I'll arrange a position for you, guarantee you enjoy fine meals and spicy drinks..."

Ling Zhaixing looked at his Laughter-filled face, and the next moment, she actually turned and left.

At that moment, Lei Pengfei's complexion could no longer hold.

"Ling Zhaixing, you Standing stay!"