Married to a wealthy family by mistake, the uncle spoiled her

"Just three moves: an uppercut, a flying kick, and an elbow strike. The fierce tiger becomes a crippled one. Hahahaha..."

"Small body, yet so much explosive power, I seem to see the shadow of traditional Chinese martial arts!

Our Chinese traditional martial arts are the best!"

"Today's match was totally worth it. It made my blood boil! Black Whirlwind is invincible!"

"..."

The audience cast aside their previous frustration and cheered excitedly, full of joy.

For a time, the entire circle knew that an invincible masked black whirlwind had appeared in the underground fighting arena of Yuncheng.

The masked Black Whirlwind Ai Fei was stopped by the steward halfway.

This time, the manager was extremely respectful and polite, saying, "Warrior, our boss wants to see you."

Ai Fei continued walking: "Which boss?"

The steward became more respectful: "It's our big boss, Third Master."

Ai Fei paused and said coldly, "Lead the way."

"Yes, Warrior, this way please."

The steward politely led Ai Fei to another luxurious corridor.

The long corridor is paved with marble, and the crystal chandeliers hanging above are dazzling, magnificent and dreamy.

After walking for a long time, they arrived at a secret elevator. The steward led them into the elevator and went up to the eighteenth floor.

The elevator opened, and it was like another world.

The decoration is antique, with statues of Guan Gong enshrined everywhere. The air is filled with a faint scent of sandalwood, which is completely different from the magnificent scenery below.

After walking through the long and antique corridor, we arrived at a room with a vermilion lacquer door half open. A huge statue of Guan Gong was enshrined in the middle of the door.

The steward stood at the door and said respectfully, "Third Master, the person has been brought up."

"Come in."

A hoarse and deep voice came from inside.

"Yes!"

The manager agreed, turned to look at Ai Fei, and motioned her to follow him in.

Ai Fei bowed three times in front of Guan Gong before walking in.

The room was very spacious and simple. On one side was a martial arts training ground, and the other side looked like an office space, with a mahogany table and several mahogany chairs.

A white-haired old man, wearing a Tang suit, sat on the mahogany armchair in the middle. He stood straight, with sharp eyes, looking at Ai Fei intently.

Ai Fei also looked at him, their eyes met, neither of them avoided looking.

After a brief exchange of glances, the old man smiled.

Her smile was as gentle as a spring breeze, very kind, and instantly concealed the fierce feeling in her body.

He waved, "Come and sit down, have some tea."

Ai Fei walked over and sat on the mahogany chair under him.

A beautiful woman in cheongsam came over to serve tea, and then quickly left.

Ai Fei didn't drink.

The Third Master picked it up, took a sip, and asked with a smile, "You were able to defeat the Siamese tiger in three moves. I wonder where the young master learned from?"

Ai Fei said, "It's inconvenient to tell you, Third Master, please forgive me."

The Third Master smiled and said, "No problem. I wonder what the young master wants to talk to me about?"

Ai Fei looked at him, her eyes sharp for a moment, and she said softly, "I came here because of an old incident from forty years ago."

The Third Master was shocked by the sharpness and coldness in her eyes.

He smiled faintly and said, "Forty years ago, the young master wasn't even born yet. What brings you here?"

Ai Fei looked at him, her eyes deep and intimidating: "Third Master was clearly a doctor forty years ago, why would he hide his identity and open an underground fighting arena here?"

The Third Master's smile froze for a moment.

But he soon returned to his kind smile: "Young Master, you are such a joker. I am just a warrior, how can I be a doctor? I am afraid you have found the wrong person!"