第132章 "彼得的交易" (The Devil's Deal)

**Chapter 132: The Devil's Proposition**

Lin Feng's gaze didn't waver, his eyes burning with a mix of curiosity and unease. "What do you mean by everything I've ever wanted?" he asked, his voice calm but laced with skepticism.

Wen Xiyue's smile grew wider, his eyes glinting with amusement. "You want to be the best basketball player in the world, don't you, Lin Feng?" he said, his tone dripping with condescension. "You want to be a legend, a god on the court."

Lin Feng's jaw clenched, his anger simmering just below the surface. "What's your point?" he growled.

"My point, Lin Feng, is that I can give you that," Wen Xiyue said, his voice low and hypnotic. "I can give you the skills, the speed, the agility. I can make you unbeatable on the court."

"But at what cost?" Lin Feng demanded, his eyes flashing with suspicion.

Wen Xiyue's smile never wavered. "Ah, but that's the beauty of it, Lin Feng. You don't have to pay it back. Not in the classical sense, anyway."

Lin Feng's brow furrowed in confusion. "What do you mean?"

Wen Xiyue leaned forward, his eyes glinting with intensity. "I mean that the price you pay will be in sacrifices, Lin Feng. Sacrifices of the heart, of the soul, of the very essence of who you are."

Lin Feng's eyes narrowed, his mind racing with the implications of Wen Xiyue's words. "And what kind of sacrifices are we talking about?" he asked, his voice cold and detached.

Wen Xiyue's smile grew wider, his eyes glinting with malevolence. "Oh, just little things, Lin Feng. Just tiny, insignificant sacrifices. Like... like the relationships you'll have to sever, the people you'll have to hurt, the memories you'll have to erase."

Lin Feng's eyes flashed with anger, his fists clenched in frustration. "I don't believe you," he spat.

Wen Xiyue chuckled, the sound low and menacing. "Believe me, Lin Feng. Believe me, because I will make sure you understand the true meaning of the Devil's Conscience."

As the two men locked eyes, the air seemed to crackle with tension, the weight of Wen Xiyue's words hanging heavy over them like a storm cloud. Lin Feng's mind raced with the implications of their agreement, his heart pounding in his chest like a drum.

And then, just as suddenly as it had begun, the silence was broken. Wen Xiyue's phone buzzed, the sound shrill and piercing. The Devil's Conscience pulled out the phone, his eyes scanning the screen with a mixture of curiosity and disdain.

"Ah, it seems we have a problem," he said, his voice low and menacing.

Lin Feng's eyes snapped to Wen Xiyue's, his mind racing with the possibilities. "What kind of problem?" he asked, his voice cold and detached.

Wen Xiyue's smile grew wider, his eyes glinting with malevolence. "Ah, but that would be telling. Let's just say that our little agreement may not be as... simple... as I initially thought."

As the two men locked eyes, the air seemed to vibrate with tension, the weight of Wen Xiyue's words hanging heavy over them like a storm cloud. Lin Feng's heart raced with anticipation, his mind racing with the possibilities. What kind of problem could be brewing, and what would be the consequences of their little agreement? Only time would tell.