Gorgeous Female Tenants

Chapter 296: The Conditions Are a Bit Over the Top

Just as Iron Head was about to charge at Xu Xiangbei, Boss Peng slowly raised his hand, signaling Iron Head not to make a move.

Boss Peng’s expression was amiable: "Dr. Xu, I watched your last boxing match with Boxing King Jason."

After President Huang and his group left, the tense atmosphere in the suite relaxed considerably.

Xu Xiangbei walked back to the sofa and sat down, continuing to swirl the XO in his glass, letting the ice and fine liquor blend fully.

He chuckled disdainfully: "Oh, you joined the betting on the fight too. How much did you lose?"

Boss Peng took a puff of his cigarette, a hint of a smile appearing on his face: "I didn’t lose, I even won a bit."

Hearing Boss Peng say he won money, Xu Xiangbei was surprised. He placed his glass on the coffee table, looking curiously at Boss Peng with newfound interest in his eyes.

He had always thought Boss Peng was a cunning and ruthless guy. It was unexpected that during the boxing match, he bet on Xu Xiangbei to win. Xu Xiangbei’s disdain for Boss Peng decreased a bit.

Boss Peng plopped down next to Xu Xiangbei, casually picking up an empty glass from the coffee table, and grabbed two glistening ice cubes from the ice bucket to place in it.

He slowly opened the stopper of the frosted XO bottle and poured himself a glass of XO. Seeing Xu Xiangbei’s glass was empty, he refilled it too.

The amber-colored liquor flowed into the transparent glass, with the light casting on it, making the glass look like a sparkling gem.

Boss Peng raised his glass, his eyes complex, filled with suspicion, wariness, and also admiration.

Seeing Boss Peng gesture for a toast, Xu Xiangbei hesitated a bit. Since the other was so generous, he couldn’t be petty. He also smiled and raised his glass, and the two glasses gently clinked, making a pleasant sound.

Boss Peng’s actions puzzled his men, who didn’t understand what he was up to. Weren’t they there for revenge and a fight? Why were they drinking alcohol now?

Boss Peng poured them another round, tightened the stopper, and watched the TV screen expressionlessly.

The TV was playing an MTV video, muted, with only the flashy, dazzling images flashing by.

"From the death match, you’re fighting the RB guy next week?"

Xu Xiangbei took a sip of his drink: "That’s right, the opponent is an American RB named Xiao Ye Shikelang. You won’t still bet on me to win, will you?"

Boss Peng’s voice sounded deep: "I’m not betting on you to win; I’m betting on Huaxia to win. I hope you can keep winning next week."

"It seems we’re off topic. How are we handling the Emperor’s Pavilion issue?"

Boss Peng gently exhaled smoke, his attitude firm: "If you beat Xiao Ye, I’ll let the Zhou Family continue renting the shopfront as per the contract. If you lose, sorry, but I still have to take back that shopfront."

Xu Xiangbei laughed: "Your idea is quite quirky, yet it’s a good one. As a doctor, I advise you to get more sun, don’t always hide behind screens. Do you want to cure your illness?"

Everyone’s expression changed, Iron Head especially looked furious, clenching his fists as he charged forward: "What nonsense are you spouting, kid? You’re the one who’s sick, dare to be disrespectful to our boss?"

Boss Peng glared at Iron Head, exuding an authoritative aura without anger, scaring Iron Head into stepping back miserably.

He waved his hand: "All of you, get out and bring me another bottle of Emperor XO, the ice has melted, and bring a bucket of new ice."

His subordinates glanced at one another before gradually leaving the suite. A young waitress brought them a bottle of Emperor XO and a bucket of new ice.

With only the two of them left in the suite, Boss Peng continued to pour drinks for Xu Xiangbei, adding ice cubes to his glass.

Boss Peng’s expression appeared slightly agitated: "Dr. Xu, how did you know I was ill?"

Xu Xiangbei seemed unconcerned, swirling the XO in his glass: "With surveillance everywhere here, someone who likes to spy on others either wants to do them harm or harm himself, looking pale, rarely seeing sunlight, dark circles on your face, the aura of illness surrounding you, clearly you’ve had erectile dysfunction for a long time, right?"

Boss Peng’s eyelids drooped, his face slightly flushed as he admitted to Xu Xiangbei’s diagnosis. He spoke very softly, afraid someone might overhear: "Dr. Xu, is there a cure for my condition?"

"Put your hand over here."

Boss Peng, like an obedient child, dutifully extended his hand in front of Xu Xiangbei.

Xu Xiangbei’s fingers lightly rested on Boss Peng’s thin wrist, taking his pulse, a sly smile curled at his lips: "There is a cure, it’s not at a terminal stage yet, but why should I treat you when we aren’t even acquainted?"

Boss Peng was taken aback, quickly said: "I’ll give you money."

Xu Xiangbei wore a look of disdain: "I don’t need money."

Boss Peng grew anxious, blushing as he asked: "Then what should I do for you to agree to treat me?"

He drank the liquor from his glass and placed it upside down on the coffee table: "You’re really stubborn, aren’t there hospitals? Go see a doctor there, why insist on coming to me?"

Despite his powerful and strong appearance, Boss Peng at this moment resembled a penitent seeking forgiveness, sighing softly: "I don’t want others to know about my illness. If those bastards find out about it, how can I maintain my authority in front of them? Dr. Xu, I know your medical skills are exceptional. Please, help me. At the worst, I’ll extend the lease on Emperor’s Pavilion by ten or twenty years, okay?"

Xu Xiangbei shook his head helplessly: "Let’s continue the bet from earlier. If I beat Shikelang, you give me that shopfront, and I’ll treat your illness, okay?"

Boss Peng was silent for a moment, then stood up stiffly, walking towards the door.

Xu Xiangbei thought Boss Peng was angry, as his condition was indeed a bit excessive, asking him to give away a luxury shopfront in a bustling area. Even he felt it wasn’t possible.

Just as he was about to walk out of the suite, Boss Peng said faintly: "Fine, we have a deal, but if you lose to Xiao Ye, you’ll treat my illness unconditionally, and the Zhou family’s father and son must leave immediately."

Xu Xiangbei slapped the coffee table, as if he had just won a priceless treasure at an auction, excited: "Deal, and until I face Xiao Ye in the fight, you are not to harass the Zhou family father and son."

"Okay."

Exiting the Crown Nightclub, it was already midnight at twelve. Sun Jiajia should be almost in Italy by now.

Xu Xiangbei lit a cigarette, gazing at the sky, the autumn night’s sky was incredibly beautiful, the brilliant stars like shining pearls, forming various patterns.

Suddenly, he heard the sound of chaotic footsteps behind him. Xu Xiangbei exhaled a puff of smoke, lightly saying: "You’re finally here, took you long enough."

Iron Head led over a dozen big men, surrounding Xu Xiangbei with steel pipes glinting coldly in their hands.

Among them were two big guys who had been beaten down at the Emperor’s Pavilion, their eyes filled with hatred.