Chapter 103: A Banquet of Discord

Lin Yu once again took on the role of chauffeur, driving Lin Feng to the location specified by Iga Toka. The hotel was well-known in Yanjing, a preferred destination for many international business people, and Lin Yu, the "Yanjing Insider," quickly dropped Lin Feng off at the entrance.

As they reached the hotel, Lin Feng naturally pushed the car door open to step out. Seeing this, Lin Yu immediately turned back and asked, "Lin Feng, do you want me to go up with you?"

Lin Feng, with one foot on the ground and the other still in the car, nearly stumbled at the suggestion. Once both feet were firmly on the pavement, he stood outside the vehicle, his face darkening. Looking through the window at Lin Yu, he retorted, "There’s only a woman up there. If we two men need each other’s courage to go up, we might as well quit trying to make a living in Yanjing!"

After dismissing Lin Yu with a look of disdain, Lin Feng told him to wait downstairs, promising he would be back shortly. Lin Feng felt there was nothing to discuss with the Iga family; they were already mortal enemies, so why pretend to sit down for tea and chat? He saw no point in it. He had come only because she was a woman; appearing as invited ensured they couldn't use his refusal to meet a "weak woman" as a pretext to smear his reputation.

Lin Feng quickly navigated to the room on the seventh floor as specified in the invitation. Standing at the door was a woman in professional attire. His first instinct was that she was certainly not Iga Toka—he had seen Iga Toka's photo while researching her online.

The professional woman clearly recognized Lin Feng. As he approached, she straightened her outfit, wore a polite smile, and bowed slightly. "Good evening, Chairman Lin. Ms. Iga has been waiting for you."

She then led the way, opened the door, and gestured for him to enter.

Lin Feng nodded at the woman—likely an assistant. Although he didn't know her, she was just an employee, and he saw no reason to project his grievances against the Iga family onto her.

As Lin Feng entered, the assistant did not follow, instead closing the door from the outside, clearly intending to avoid any disturbances.

The act of closing the door did not faze Lin Feng. Even if Iga Toka had set a trap, he wasn't worried; this was Yanjing, not Japan, and he trusted they wouldn't dare pull anything reckless here.

True to his expectation, after Lin Feng stood calmly in the room, a fragrant breeze wafted from behind him. He sensed someone slowly approaching. His internal energy from the "Emperor's Art" instantly surged from his Dantian, shielding his vital organs. While he doubted she would try anything overt, he couldn't afford to be caught in some embarrassing trap.

Iga Toka approached slowly, intuitively sensing that Lin Feng had spotted her the moment she arrived behind him. Though he appeared unchanged, only a true expert would notice how he had instantly adjusted his body to a state of peak readiness—standing there quietly, yet revealing no flaws.

*A master,* she thought. *The intelligence report was wrong!* This initial assessment only excited her further. The more powerful the man, the greater the reward if she could conquer him. Her interest in Lin Feng deepened.

"Young Master Lin is truly the top youth of Yanjing. In less than half a year, you have created a company that has shaken the entire international business landscape. I have always admired such a heroic youth, which is why I took the liberty of preparing a small dinner tonight. I hope we can become friends." As she spoke, she drew closer, her tone and body language dripping with suggestive charm.

Lin Feng saw through it all like a clear mirror, yet he wore an expression of enjoyment. Seeing this, Iga Toka felt she had a chance and turned up the allure.

She led Lin Feng to a table set with food and wine. Having skipped dinner, and having no fear of poison, Lin Feng simply picked up his chopsticks and began to eat and drink heartily.

Seeing him so cooperative, Iga Toka excitedly kept pouring him drinks. Lin Feng refused none of them, draining every glass. He had decided to eat his fill and leave—why waste a free meal?

After several rounds, it was unclear if Iga Toka was genuinely drunk or merely acting. Her cheeks were flushed, and combined with the bathrobe she wore—revealing snowy skin at the neckline—she radiated a seductive aura.

Even Mo Tian, residing within the jade pendant, could not remain still. His soul form flickered out, standing beside Lin Feng, and whispered in astonishment: "Wow, this woman possesses a natural charm bone. If she were in our Federation and practiced the art of seduction, she could bewitch countless masters. It’s fortunate your planet lacks such techniques, or she would be unstoppable!"

Lin Feng ignored him, merely shooting a sharp glare at Mo Tian.

Knowing Lin Feng’s past, Mo Tian continued to tempt him. "Are you sure you don't want her? You can keep her as a mistress even if you have a wife. A woman like this would definitely make your nights unforgettable!"

Lin Feng remained unresponsive. He suddenly stood up and said something that stunned not only Iga Toka but also Mo Tian.

"Ms. Iga, I’ve had my fill, and I’ve seen you. I think I’ll take my leave. It’s not appropriate for a man and woman to be alone in a hotel room like this." He stood up, projecting an air of utmost gentlemanly virtue.

Iga Toka froze for a few seconds. The reports said Lin Feng was a womanizer—why was he leaving before taking the bait? She assumed he wasn't getting enough incentive and was playing hard to get. She quickly hurried to his side, clutching his arm tightly, and deliberately let one side of her robe slip, revealing the skin beneath.

She feigned shyness, pretending to be oblivious as she slowly pulled the robe back up. Yet, even with this sacrifice, Lin Feng remained unmoved, his breathing steady. Though she used her body as a weapon, she was, in fact, a virgin, and this was the most she had ever exposed herself for a man. It was entirely ineffective against Lin Feng.

Lin Feng and Mo Tian watched the performance as if it were a play. Lin Feng had to admit that if he didn't have the Emperor's Art and his internal strength, he might have already fallen under her spell.

"Ms. Iga, are you finished with your performance? If so, may I leave now?" Lin Feng, having lost his patience, spoke directly.

Iga Toka was startled, realizing that Lin Feng had seen through her act all along. She realized she had been played for a fool.

Once exposed, Iga Toka stopped the pretense. She tightened her robe, wrapping herself completely, and looked at him with a cold, aristocratic expression. The seductive charm vanished instantly.

*Women are born actors,* Lin Feng thought, stunned by the instant transformation.

"Let's get straight to the point then. I invited you here to discuss a partnership. I want the distribution rights for your company's products in Japan," she said calmly, arms crossed.

"Hahaha!" Lin Feng burst into laughter, finding it absurd.

"Is it that funny?" Stung by his laughter, her voice turned icy. She felt mocked.

"It is! You are from the Iga family. Are you unaware of the blood feud between us? And you dare ask me for distribution rights?" Lin Feng looked at her with contempt, mocking her ignorance.

Unfazed, Iga Toka replied, "In this world, there are no permanent enemies, only permanent interests. Wouldn't it be better to have an extra friend?"

That might be true for a businessman, but Lin Feng was not a typical merchant; he acted on his whims. He shook his head and said coldly, "Unfortunately, I cannot be friends with the Iga family. Let me give you a piece of advice: this is Yanjing. I do not welcome your kind here. It would be best for all of you to leave early."

Her eyes finally changed. She stood up, furious. "Are you threatening me?"

"Take it however you like—a piece of advice or a threat," Lin Feng replied, his tone remaining icy. He showed no mercy, even to a great beauty.

With that, he turned to leave. As he reached the door, Iga Toka, realizing her plan had failed, threatened him viciously: "I hope you don't regret walking out that door!"

"Heh! I should be saying that to you. If you don't leave China, I hope you're the ones who don't regret it!" Lin Feng retorted, not looking back as he exited the room. Had it been a man threatening him, he would have eliminated them on the spot, but since she was a woman—and a beauty at that—he couldn't bring himself to strike.