Rebirth starts with many children and good fortune

Seeing that the Hongmen branch was still recruiting a good number of people, Cheng Feng felt relieved.

Next, he would go and see Wu Feng, the injured swordsman.

Cheng Feng slowly walked towards a street-side tavern in the northern district of the city, contemplating the upcoming meeting in his heart.

Although this tavern was not large, its location was excellent, making it a gathering place for well-informed people.

Pushing open the door, a burst of wine aroma mixed with the sound of conversations rushed towards him.

His gaze passed through the crowd and landed on Wu Feng, who was sitting alone in the corner.

Wu Feng was wearing a green shirt, somewhat old, but his temperament remained undiminished.

His left hand held a bowl of wine, steady and strong, his demeanor natural.

Cheng Feng, with a smile on his face, walked over steadily, cupping his fist in greeting towards Wu Feng, and politely asked, "Brother Wu, why didn't you go to repay your debt of gratitude today?"

Hearing the voice, Wu Feng raised his head, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes, but it quickly returned to calm.

He also cupped his fist in return, responding in a faint tone, "Brother Cheng is too polite.

I wonder why Brother Cheng is so interested in my affairs?

Could it be that you have some special advice for me?"

Cheng Feng's lips curled up, revealing a smile, and he continued to press, "Advice is out of the question, just curious, who exactly did Brother Wu repay his debt to last time?"

Wu Feng's eyes suddenly turned cold, a glint of cold light flashing in his eyes.

He coldly replied, "The matter has been settled, and the debt of gratitude has naturally been cleared.

As for who I repaid it to, I can only say I cannot disclose it."

Cheng Feng still maintained his smile, seemingly not minding Wu Feng's cold attitude.

He chuckled softly, "In that case, Brother Wu doesn't plan to give me this face?"

Wu Feng carefully sized up Cheng Feng, then sneered and sarcastically said, "When I saw you last time, your strength was just so-so.

For the sake of your master, I let you off the hook.

I didn't expect you to take the initiative to come to my door today.

Could it be that you feel you have improved and have enough confidence to fight me?"

Faced with Wu Feng's provocation, Cheng Feng only smiled slightly and did not respond in any way.

He calmly walked to the opposite side of Wu Feng and sat down, then ordered the waiter to bring up good wine and dishes.

Throughout the entire process, Cheng Feng behaved very calmly and naturally, as if he did not take Wu Feng's threat to heart at all.

After a few rounds of wine, the expression on Wu Feng's face had been cold all along, like an iceberg, making people afraid to approach easily.

Cheng Feng took a couple of bites of food and saw his subordinate nod to him as a signal.

Cheng Feng had a number in his heart and ate even more happily, occasionally urging Wu Feng to eat.

Wu Feng was a little baffled by Cheng Feng's actions, but after all, he had been traveling the pugilistic world for many years, and he had a sense of inexplicable urgency in his heart.

At this moment, Cheng Feng slowly opened his mouth and said, "The world knows that you, Wu Feng, uphold justice and help those in need, paying the price of a broken hand after being retaliated against, and never using a sword again.

But no one knows that after your retirement, you actually lived a life like immortals with that old man's daughter, which is truly enviable!"

Hearing Cheng Feng's words, Wu Feng finally understood the source of the unease in his heart.

He slammed the table and shouted angrily, "Cheng Feng, you dare to touch my family?

Be careful you don't die a good death!"

Cheng Feng was not afraid at all and interrupted Wu Feng's words, "They are still fine now, but if you don't want anything to happen to them, I'll give you another chance to speak, you better think carefully."

Wu Feng's face became very ugly, he clenched his fists tightly, and flames of anger flashed in his eyes.

He knew that since Cheng Feng dared to say such a thing, he must have something to rely on.

He must not let his family suffer any harm.

He took a deep breath, tried to calm himself down, and then said, "Cheng Feng, what exactly do you want?

Is there anything we can discuss?"

Wu Feng slowly sat down, his eyes revealing a deep sense of exhaustion and helplessness.

"Back then, I was just an ordinary swordsman in the pugilistic world," he sighed softly, his voice carrying a trace of bitterness, "but because of an unwarranted accident, I was involved in a meaningless dispute.

Now I am down and out, no longer what I used to be…" Wu Feng's words were full of endless sighs.

Cheng Feng listened silently, put down his wine glass, and looked at Wu Feng with firm eyes: "Brother Wu, although we have never met, I have always admired someone like you.

As the saying goes, people's hearts are unpredictable.

In this pugilistic world, heroes from all walks of life may become our friends, or they may become our enemies.

What I value is your loyal heart.

If fate allows, I really want to spar with you, Brother Wu.

Maybe in the future, we can join hands and fight against powerful enemies together!"

Faced with Cheng Feng's straightforward solicitation, a trace of regret flashed in Wu Feng's eyes.

He shook his head with a wry smile: "Brother Cheng is indeed straightforward, but it's a pity that the bones in my wrist have already been broken, and I missed the best time for treatment, and I still haven't recovered.

For a long time, I haven't even been able to pick up a sword…" Speaking of this, Wu Feng's voice gradually lowered, as if he had lost all hope.

Cheng Feng nodded, then refilled Wu Feng's wine glass again, and said, "Brother Wu, the path of martial arts is like a long night, we still have enough time to explore and grow.

Regarding the injuries on your body, I do have some methods that I can try."

Despite Cheng Feng's statement, Wu Feng was not moved at all.

He had heard similar words too many times, but unfortunately, they had not brought any substantial help over the years.

Looking at the helpless expression on Wu Feng's face, Cheng Feng thought to himself: "After I cure you with the Black Jade Regenerating Ointment, I must take a good look at your stunned look."

Although he thought so in his heart, Cheng Feng did not make an absolute promise, but said euphemistically: "If the prescription I provide cures your injury, would Brother Wu be willing to consider joining us?"

Hearing this, Wu Feng couldn't help but feel suspicious and asked, "Us?

Isn't it the Tieshan Martial Arts School?"

Cheng Feng replied confidently: "I did come out of the martial arts school, but I also created the Hongmen gang.

Wu Feng, just say it straight, if I can cure your injury and let you embark on the path of martial arts again, then I hope that you can be in the Gongfeng Hall of the Hongmen for the rest of your life, protecting the Hongmen.

So, for this deal, will you do it or not?"

Seeing that Cheng Feng was so well prepared, Wu Feng's long-silent heart couldn't help but ripple a little: Does he really have full confidence to cure the injuries on my body?

But soon, Wu Feng came back to his senses and said in a deep voice: "I, Wu Feng, can promise you, if you can cure my injury, then naturally everyone will be happy; but if you fail, then we will treat this matter as if it never happened, from now on you take your single-plank bridge, and I cross my sunny path, how about it?"

Cheng Feng's tone was still very calm, and he only responded faintly: "Okay."

To be honest, Cheng Feng actually admired someone like Wu Feng quite a bit in his heart.

It's just that if Cheng Feng were to help others with his sword like Wu Feng, he would probably find it difficult to do so, after all, it would not be good to be blackmailed.

Cheng Feng believes that although he is a bit greedy for money and lustful, he is definitely not a bad person.

It's just that everyone's style of doing things is different.

Just like today's matter, Wang Hu did not hesitate to conduct an in-depth investigation in order to dig up information, and eventually revealed all of Wu Feng's details.

This behavior may seem unscrupulous to some people, but for Wang Hu, this may be his way of obtaining information.

The more information, the greater the opportunity, and the safer he is.

Cheng Feng originally had the ability to use his family as a threat, or force Wu Feng to confess those enemies who had played despicable tricks on the Mei Family Tavern.

Wu Feng did not speak, and Cheng Feng did not force him, but skillfully guided Wu Feng to accept the bet he proposed.

For those who value love and righteousness, a generous approach can be taken.

If good words and persuasion are still ineffective, then it is time for Cheng Feng to use tough methods.

Curing his injuries is a favor; maintaining a good attitude is to leave room for the future.

Perhaps nothing can be seen now, but if he agrees and then betrays, then whoever makes a mistake should bear the consequences.