第121章 "Devil's Bargain"

**Chapter 121: The Price of Power**

Lin Feng's eyes locked onto Wen Xiyue's, his mind racing with the implications of the man's proposal. A deal with the devil, that's what it was. And yet, Lin Feng couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement at the prospect.

"You want me to join your team, Wen Xiyue," Lin Feng said, his voice steady. "But what's the catch?"

Wen Xiyue's smile grew wider, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Ah, Lin Feng, you're so cautious. But I assure you, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. With my backing, you'll be unstoppable. You'll dominate the CBA, then the NBA. You'll be the greatest of all time."

"But at what cost?" Lin Feng pressed, his instincts screaming at him to be careful.

Wen Xiyue leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers together. "Ah, but that's the beauty of it, Lin Feng. There is no cost. You'll be the one calling the shots. You'll be the one reaping the rewards."

Lin Feng's gaze narrowed. He didn't trust Wen Xiyue as far as he could throw him, but he couldn't deny the temptation. The chance to relive his basketball career, to be the best again... it was a siren's call, and he was torn.

"I need some time to think," Lin Feng said finally, rising from his seat.

Wen Xiyue nodded, his smile still plastered on his face. "Of course, Lin Feng. Take all the time you need. But know this: the offer won't be on the table forever. There are others waiting in the wings, ready to take your place."

Lin Feng's eyes flashed with anger, but he kept his cool. He knew Wen Xiyue was playing him, but he also knew that he couldn't afford to pass up this opportunity. Not yet.

As he left Wen Xiyue's office, Lin Feng felt like he was walking into a trap. But he was determined to outsmart the devil himself and come out on top.

Little did he know, the real game was only just beginning.

Back at his dorm, Lin Feng brooded over his decision. He couldn't shake the feeling that Wen Xiyue was hiding something, but he also couldn't deny the temptation of the deal.

As he lay in bed, his phone buzzed with a text from an unknown number: "Don't trust Wen Xiyue, Lin Feng. He's not what he seems."

Lin Feng's heart raced as he stared at the phone. Who could be warning him? And why?

He quickly typed out a response: "Who is this? What do you know about Wen Xiyue?"

But before he could send the message, the phone went dark. Lin Feng was left with more questions than answers, and a sense of unease that wouldn't go away.

As he drifted off to sleep, he knew that the stakes were higher than ever before. The game was on, and Lin Feng was ready to play. But was he ready for the consequences? Only time would tell.