Chapter 103: Hall of Nine Tones (1/2)

Chapter 103: Hall of Nine Tones

Translator: YHEditor: Pranav

After throwing all those nonsensical and distracting thoughts to the back of his mind, Ai Hui’s mind was now at peace. All that stuff about Bangwan or his one hundred fifty million yuan didn’t matter to him anymore. He wasn’t going to waste any more time and effort on that ingrate—it wasn’t as if they were related in any way. Ai Hui was stingy with his time and would much rather spend it on those close to him.

Was the ingrate within his intimate social circle? Certainly not.

Only Lou Lan, Fatty, Teacher Wang, Mistress, and Senior Mingxiu were worthy. Everyone else can just go mind their own business!

As for the one hundred fifty million? Hehe, forget about it.

Having grown up in the Wilderness, Ai Hui had witnessed the most extreme of contests for resources. People would fight over mere pennies and would sometimes even engage in battles of life and death over a few hundred yuan.

And some rich kid came along and offered him a hundred million? Other people could afford to be naive, but not Ai Hui.

Lou Lan was the only reason why he was willing to lend a helping hand.

Ai Hui knew how different he was from Lou Lan. He also understood that he would never become as kind as Lou Lan, and he didn’t want Lou Lan to become more like him.

Even though he managed to escape the darkness, it had long permeated his entire being. He knew that he would never be able to break away from the constant fighting and killing of his past.

Victory and strength were the only things that made him feel safe.

Lou Lan was different; his passion for this world radiated warmly like the sun.

And Ai Hui enjoyed the sun; he liked the way Lou Lan was. Everything was fine as long as Lou Lan remained happy.

As for that ingrate, he’d better not meet Ai Hui in battle.

By focusing on those that mattered and treating Duanmu Huanghun as an insignificant being, Ai Hui preserved his inner tranquility.

Duanmu Huanghun was, however, not the least bit at peace.

How could he be?

He was resentful that putting down his pride and sincerely apologizing wasn't enough for Ai Hui. Moreover, he had experienced that nightmare again—what a harrowing experience! He had felt so fearful that he didn’t even know how he had managed to flee from the Vanguard Training Hall.

Duanmu Huanghun only regained his senses the next day.

Fully aware of his circumstances, he felt even more resentful.

How could he have fainted in that alley? How could he have allowed himself to be saved by Ai Hui once again? The scene where Ai Hui had contemptuously asked him for one hundred million yuan was etched deeply in his mind.

Duanmu Huanghun had never been scoffed at to such an extent in his life.

Not even once!

Just like how nobody had ever considered him to be someone who made empty promises. Everyone around Duanmu Huanghun, even adults and his childhood friends, had always regarded him as a respectable man of his words!

Money?

To him, money was insignificant!

Money was just a figure to him. Having his promise disregarded was one thing, but to view it as being worth less than fifty million yuan was a total insult to his character. What’s worse was that the other party believed that he couldn’t even afford one hundred million yuan.

Fine, he was indeed unable to afford that amount at that point in time.

That scoundrel!

Duanmu Huanghun clenched his fist tightly, his knuckles turning white. His eyes felt like they were capable of spewing fire.