Chapter 37 Envied for Appearance

Chapter 37: Chapter 37: Envied for Appearance

Feng Yin followed Xie Yanran, and they soon met up with Hong Yuan and two underlings who were said to be quite capable fighters.

"Let’s go, let’s go. Feng Yin, you seem to have buffed up again! The Gangrou Sect truly lives up to its reputation as a branch of a major sect; your Cultivation Technique is just much better than my Five Tigers Sect’s." Seeing them approach, Hong Yuan let out a hearty laugh and patted Feng Yin on the arm.

Feng Yin smiled back. "Brother Hong, you seem to be in a great mood."

Hong Yuan couldn’t help but laugh again. "How could I not be? I woke up this morning to find out that the shitty Ren Sheng Group got dismantled. Damn, that felt so good!"

Xie Yanran threw cold water on his parade. "Don’t get too carried away. I heard Saito Gaku wasn’t at the group’s base last night. He’s apparently related to Kondo somehow, so he’s probably investigating to find the real culprit right now."

Hong Yuan looked perfectly justified. "Let him investigate! I wasn’t the one who hired someone to do it. Is he going to pin the blame on me?"

Xie Yanran replied coldly, "This is Sin City, not the civilized world outside. They don’t need evidence. If that guy can’t find the truth, who knows if he’ll just decide we did it? It’ll be real fun when he comes seeking revenge."

"Bah!" Hong Yuan spat, his face full of confidence. "What genius Swordsman? No matter how badass he is, he’s at the Fierce Level at most. You think he can take on two Fierce Level fighters by himself?"

Xie Yanran sighed. "You’re not entirely wrong, but just be careful."

Feng Yin asked curiously, "So Instant Level experts aren’t sent to this island?"

Hong Yuan and Xie Yanran both shot him a strange look.

Hong Yuan laughed out loud. "Instant Level experts are precious resources to every country, consortium, and powerful figure. Unless they commit a heinous crime and are executed on the spot, otherwise, heh..." He gave a disdainful chuckle and left the rest unsaid.

Xie Yanran patted Feng Yin’s shoulder. "Even if an Instant Level expert gets thrown into prison, they’ll most likely be bailed out by some plutocrat or elite to serve as a bodyguard. At most, they get plastic surgery to change their face. The general public would never know."

Feng Yin took a deep breath. "I understand."

He realized that this world’s pursuit and worship of martial prowess had actually reached such extreme heights. Even in a modern civilized society, with firearms that looked just as advanced as those on Earth, people still placed immense trust in experts at the Instant Level and above. He wondered just how powerful Instant Level experts truly were, and just how strong that ability to See Through the signs of physical movement actually was.

...

Death Madness Tower. It was the tallest and most modern surface building in Sin City on Border Prison Island. The lower section was a sprawling podium building; it was said that its central area housed the arena where Death Frenzy Martial Combats were held. The upper section was a tower of over thirty stories, primarily serving as the office and residential area for the Zero Point Consortium.

Feng Yin followed the other two, arriving at the plaza in front of the Death Madness Tower under Hong Yuan and Xie Yanran’s lead. Under the watchful eyes of a group of armed guards, they met with the management personnel. The process went smoothly without any hitches. Hong Yuan seemed somewhat familiar with the supervisor, and the group was soon led together into the podium of the Death Madness Tower.

The interior of the building’s lower level gave Feng Yin a feeling somewhat akin to a large sports stadium on Earth, complete with various facility rooms. Under the supervision of the armed guards, the group entered a public bathhouse. The floors inside were spotless, and it was fully equipped with all kinds of shower facilities. It looked infinitely better than the Tongzi Building.

"Heh heh." Hong Yuan stripped off his clothes, revealing his robust muscles covered in large-scale Demon tattoos and numerous scars. He smiled at Feng Yin. "The facilities and perks inside this Death Madness Tower are top-tier even in the outside world. To the criminals on Border Prison Island, this place is nothing short of paradise."

Feng Yin casually took off his clothes as well, exposing a physique that had become quite chiseled.

Boss Hong took a glance and praised, "Not bad, not bad at all. You’ve been very diligent in your martial arts practice. This build already has the aura of a strong fighter." He then chuckled and added, "It’s just that your body is a bit too clean. It lacks an imposing presence."

As he spoke, the two brothers beside them also laughed out loud, flexing and showing off the extensive tattoos on their own bodies to Feng Yin. Compared to Hong Yuan, although Feng Yin also possessed knotted muscles that looked far more aesthetically pleasing and streamlined, his skin was smooth and unblemished. Most importantly, he had no tattoos.

Feng Yin smiled faintly. "I’ll pass. I don’t really like tattooing things on my body."

Meanwhile, in the women’s bathhouse.

Xie Yanran stood silently under the showerhead, washing her agile, scar-riddled body, her eyes concealing a hint of anticipation. If the secret notice she received was correct, then it was highly likely that her master was among the VIPs arriving on the island this time. She wondered which major corporation he was cooperating with nowadays.

In any case, after languishing here for years, the time to finally leave had come. She planned to take Old Hong and Feng Yin away with her while she was at it. A resolute gaze flashed through Xie Yanran’s eyes. Especially Feng Yin, with his unprecedented aptitude. Even her master would inevitably be amazed if he found out!

...

The Zero Point Consortium did not give them much time to enjoy themselves. The group quickly finished their showers and stepped out. They then changed into the full set of security uniforms provided to them—serious black attire that resembled business suits on Earth.

Hong Yuan and his two underlings looked ferocious and exuded hostility; even wearing these uniforms, they only looked like they had transitioned from convicted criminals to unjailed mobsters.

In contrast, when Feng Yin walked out wearing the uniform, his already well-proportioned and tall figure, paired with the muscles built up from his recent martial arts training, made him look like a perfect clothes hanger. Combined with his clean, handsome face and his flowing, shoulder-length black hair—which had been a mess before but was now thoroughly washed—he exuded an air of masculine, aloof charm. If placed in the Cowherd Realm, he would be a top-tier host sought after by thousands of wealthy women.

Upon seeing him, Boss Hong couldn’t help but laugh and curse, "Damn it, looking like that, you resemble a noble more than those wealthy young masters. No matter how you slice it, you don’t look like someone who belongs in Sin City. Just who the hell did you offend to get tossed in here?"

Beside them, Xie Yanran also nodded in satisfaction. "It’s a good look. Once we get out of here, you can be the face of our Gangrou Sect."

However, an armed guard nearby suddenly interrupted with a scoff. "Get out? Aren’t you overthinking things? No one who enters Border Prison Island ever leaves."

The atmosphere instantly froze.

Xie Yanran cast a glance at the man but remained silent.

Hong Yuan, however, didn’t care for restraint and immediately shot back, "What the hell does a lowly guard like you know? Then let me ask you: can Ya Lie leave?"

The guard paused, then mocked in an even more disdainful tone, "Lord Ya Lie is an elite who has completed a ninety-match win streak in Death Frenzy Sword Combat. What right does a stray dog like you have to compare yourself to him?"

"Why you motherf—" Hong Yuan abruptly puffed out his chest, his face contorted with rage.

In the next second, he was held back by Xie Yanran. Meanwhile, several guards nearby had already raised their guns.

"What do you think you’re doing?!"

"Do you want to die?!"

"Hands on your head and get on your knees!"

A barrage of explosive shouts erupted from the guards’ mouths. Whether out of jealousy over Feng Yin’s handsome appearance or for some other reason, two of the guards aimed their muzzles directly at him.