C143 The Speed of Earning Money Is Very Fast!!

Zhao Kuo signaled with a look of urgency.

The two actors exchanged a glance, a flash of coldness in their eyes.

The actor on the left tossed his baton to the ground and launched into another somersault, rapidly advancing towards Zhang Chen.

Cheers erupted from the audience.

Zhang Chen backed away slowly, eyes locked on the actor's every move.

The actor came to a sudden halt.

He executed another backflip, his feet flying towards Zhang Chen in a kick!

But his speed paled in comparison to Loong San's.

With a subtle shift, Zhang Chen sidestepped the actor's assault.

The actor's face darkened, and he had no choice but to flip away.

The beat of drums filled the air once more.

Another actor had taken up a sword.

Bathed in the spotlight, the blade shimmered brilliantly, casting a trail of afterimages through the air.

Zhang Chen's eyes went wide as he retreated swiftly.

The actor advanced relentlessly, his sword a blur before Zhang Chen.

The whooshing of the blade sliced through the air.

In an instant, the sword was at Zhang Chen's face!

Zhang Chen ducked and burst backward, quickly putting distance between himself and the swordsman.

Seconds ticked by, and before he knew it, a full minute had elapsed since Zhang Chen had steadied himself.

Below the stage, Zhao Kuo was a bundle of nerves, wildly gesturing with his hands.

Another young actor squinted and burst towards Zhang Chen's position.

Zhang Chen paused, taken aback.

Aren't you going to keep up the pretense?

The young actor reached Zhang Chen in no time, launching an attack.

His movements were a spectacle in themselves.

"Bravo!"

Applause echoed from the audience.

Zhao Kuo breathed a deep sigh of relief, but his relief turned to shock as he looked up.

The young actor hadn't even grazed Zhang Chen's clothing!

Time marched on.

Before anyone realized, two minutes had ticked away.

Two million yuan, vanished in the wind.

Yet, Zhang Chen's eyes sparkled with thrill.

Earning money while training—what's not to love?

The trio continued their skirmish.

But try as they might, they couldn't lay a finger on Zhang Chen's clothes.

And just like that, five minutes had flown by.

Zhao Kuo was on edge!

Anxiety was written all over the faces of the two actors; they had no time for pretenses and charged straight for Zhang Chen!

They attacked in unison!

The crowd below erupted in excited cheers.

The performance was electrifying!

That's when Zhang Chen began to take things seriously.

The actors launched a frenzied assault on Zhang Chen.

Zhang Chen evaded like a madman, never once going on the offensive.

Before they knew it, ten minutes had flown by!

Zhao Kuo's eyes were now rimmed with red.

He had finally recognized Zhang Chen's agility!

Regret crept in, but it was already too late.

After more than ten minutes, both actors were gasping for air, and Zhang Chen was also breathless.

He acknowledged his weakness.

At last, he grasped the significance of stamina.

At Zhao Kuo's cue, a young actor covertly pulled out a dagger and concealed it in his hand.

He lunged forward!

Zhang Chen's eyes went wide in an instant!

Anger flared within him.

This was crossing the line!

Several exchanges later, fifteen minutes had ticked away.

Zhao Kuo, with clenched teeth, shakily took out his phone and dialed a number.

The call connected quickly, and Zhao Kuo spoke with a dark tone, "Young Master Hee, I need your assistance with something."

A minute later, Zhao Kuo ended the call.

Meanwhile, a group emerged from a private room on the second floor.

The two actors may have made contact with Zhang Chen, but they hadn't injured him.

"That's enough!" Zhao Kuo barked.

The actors immediately ceased their actions.

Zhang Chen let out a deep breath of relief and asked cheerily, "We haven't even hit the half-hour mark. Young Master Zhao, are you thinking of reneging on our deal?"

You're still after the money?

If you were dead, you wouldn't get a dime!

Zhao Kuo's inner sneer was relentless. He chuckled and declared, "The act is over."

"Your time is still ticking."

With those words, the stopwatch on stage resumed its count.

Confusion flickered in the eyes of the onlookers.

Footsteps echoed from the second floor.

The crowd turned to see a group of young men and women descending the stairs.

Leading them was none other than Young Master Hee Jiahua from the Hee family!

Even Yee Qingsong and his companions could only follow in silence.

Zhang Chen was taken aback.

A flicker of confusion crossed Han Qiqi's gaze.

With a sneer, Zhao Kuo announced, "Now, for our second act, Young Master Hee Jiahua of the Hee family will take the stage himself!"

"Perhaps you're unaware, but Young Master Hee is a ninth-degree black belt in Taekwondo!"

A wave of astonishment swept through the crowd!

Han Qiqi's brow furrowed, a sense of worry washing over her for reasons she couldn't quite place.

Pride radiated from Hee Jiahua's demeanor.

"You better give us a good show, Young Master Hee," Zhao Kuo prompted.

With a wild laugh, Hee Jiahua assured, "Rest assured, it's going to be spectacular."

Zhao Kuo chuckled, "Well then, let's begin!"

The audience erupted into cheers.

Hee Jiahua pivoted and strode to the stage's center, completely ignoring Zhang Chen.

Han Qiqi's nerves were on edge.

The hotel's atmosphere surged to a crescendo!

A chilling glint shone in Zhao Kuo's eyes.

This was it—Zhang Chen was facing either death or ruin!

Hee Jiahua halted, slowly lifting his head, a brief pause of surprise on his face.

In the next instant, his eyes locked in a frozen stare.

Before him, Zhang Chen was grinning with ill intent.

Scanning the stage, Hee Jiahua realized they were alone.

Swallowing hard, he seemed to turn to stone.

His hatred for Zhang Chen ran deep.

Yet, the memory of their last encounter lingered—he was no match for Zhang Chen.

Time seemed to stand still between them, yet it marched on.

Twenty-five minutes flew by, leaving the onlookers dumbstruck.

Gradually, the crowd settled into a hushed calm.

Why weren't they moving?

Anxious, Zhao Kuo pressed, "Jiahua, what's the hold-up?"

Snapped out of his daze, Hee Jiahua's mouth twitched involuntarily.

What was his next move?

For a moment, Hee Jiahua was paralyzed, his glare fierce enough to devour Zhang Chen whole.

The audience was left in disbelief.

Hee Jiahua remained motionless, without a hint of action.

After a while, Zhang Chen said cheerfully, "Young Master Hee, are you still up for a round with me?"