Inside Meng Qianjun's private club, Wei Zijun, Gu Yanan, and Meng Qianjun sat together in a VIP room. They were having drinks without the company of any beauties. For men of their stature, ordinary, mediocre women simply did not catch their eye, and the matters they discussed were not suitable for outsiders.
Wei Zijun took a sip of his drink and said, "That Li Yifei died just like that; it's really quite dull."
Meng Qianjun also expressed regret, saying, "Indeed, it's rare to come across an adversary. I wanted to play with him slowly, but now he's just gone like that, it's really killed my interest."
Gu Yanan said leisurely, "Sometimes, that's how it is. When you've made full preparations, your opponent suddenly loses all power to retaliate, which is like punching into cotton."
The three of them all felt this way. With Li Yifei gone, it left them all in a rather foul mood.