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**Chapter 153: The Debt Collector's Offer**

Lin Feng's eyes scanned the crowded school courtyard, his gaze lingering on familiar faces. The haze of smoke had finally cleared, but the memories lingered, taunting him with the what-ifs. What if he had never gotten injured? What if he had never gotten a second chance?

Just as he was about to approach the group of friends he had left behind, a figure emerged from the shadows. It was Wu Qing, the notorious debt collector who had been sent by the underworld to collect Lin Feng's debts.

"Lin Feng," Wu Qing's voice was low and menacing. "I see you're still alive. I suppose that's a good thing for me."

Lin Feng's instincts kicked in, and he instinctively took a step back, his fists clenched. "What do you want, Wu Qing?"

Wu Qing chuckled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Oh, I think you know exactly what I want. You owe a debt to the underworld, Lin Feng. A debt that can never be repaid."

Lin Feng's jaw clenched. He had known that this day would come eventually, but he had hoped to put it off for a little longer. "I don't have any money," he lied, trying to stall.

Wu Qing laughed again, this time with a hint of cruelty. "Money is the least of it, Lin Feng. You have something far more valuable. Your future."

Lin Feng's eyes narrowed. "What are you talking about?"

Wu Qing smiled, his eyes glinting with greed. "I'm talking about your basketball skills, Lin Feng. You're not just good – you're exceptional. And the underworld has a use for exceptional talents like yours."

Lin Feng's gut twisted with nausea. He knew what Wu Qing was suggesting, and he knew that he couldn't let it happen. "I'm not going to do it," he spat, trying to sound braver than he felt.

Wu Qing shrugged. "Suit yourself, Lin Feng. But know that the underworld doesn't forgive debts. And you owe a debt that can never be repaid."

With that, Wu Qing turned and disappeared into the shadows, leaving Lin Feng feeling shaken and vulnerable. He knew that he had to get out of there as fast as he could, before Wu Qing came back with more demands.

But as he turned to leave, he noticed something that made his blood run cold. Wu Qing had left a small note on the ground, a note that seemed to mock him with its simplicity:

"You owe us, Lin Feng. And we will collect."

Lin Feng's heart raced as he stared at the note, his mind reeling with the implications. He knew that he had to get away from the underworld, but how could he do that when he was still trapped in this debt?

As he stood there, frozen with uncertainty, the sound of Wu Qing's laughter echoed through the courtyard, reminding him that he was far from safe. And in that moment, Lin Feng knew that he had to make a choice. He had to choose between his future and his freedom.

But what choice would he make? Only time would tell.