第159章 "Deal with the Devil's Pawn"

**Chapter 159: The Confrontation**

Lin Feng's eyes flashed with a fierce determination as he leaned forward, his voice taking on a menacing tone. "I'll give you something worth more than any debt. I'll give you my endorsements, my influence, and my support. But in return, you need to promise me one thing: you have to help me get rid of Wang Jiaqi once and for all."

Wu Shaohua's smile faltered for a moment, before he regained his composure. "Ah, Wang Jiaqi, huh? What's the problem with him?" he asked, his tone casual, but Lin Feng's instincts told him he was already calculating the potential benefits.

"You know exactly what the problem is," Lin Feng spat out, his anger simmering just below the surface. "He's been sabotaging me, trying to bring me down. And now, you're here to collect debts. You're just as guilty as him."

Wu Shaohua chuckled, a low, menacing sound. "Oh, I see. You're blaming me for Wang Jiaqi's actions. That's rich coming from someone who's trying to manipulate me."

Lin Feng's face twisted in a snarl. "You're not as clever as you think you are. I know all about your little arrangements with Wang Jiaqi. He's been paying you to keep tabs on me, to make sure I don't get too close to the top."

Wu Shaohua's eyes glinted with amusement. "Ah, so you're accusing me of being Wang Jiaqi's lackey. How...original."

Lin Feng's fists clenched. "You're not going to deny it, are you? You're just going to keep spinning lies and trying to take advantage of me, just like Wang Jiaqi has been doing."

The air in the room seemed to grow thick with tension as the two men glared at each other. Lin Feng could feel his pulse racing, his mind racing with strategies and countermeasures. But Wu Shaohua seemed completely unfazed, his smile growing wider with each passing moment.

"Well, well, well," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "It seems we have a bit of a problem on our hands. But don't worry, Lin Feng. I'm sure we can work something out. After all, I do have...incentives...to help you."

Lin Feng's eyes narrowed. "What kind of incentives?" he asked, his voice cold and detached.

Wu Shaohua's smile grew even wider. "Oh, let's just say that I have access to certain...information...that could help you achieve your goals. And in return, I want something from you. Something that will make it worth my while to help you."

Lin Feng's instincts screamed at him to be cautious, to get out of there as fast as he could. But his desire to take down Wang Jiaqi and get ahead in the basketball world was stronger than his fear. He leaned forward, his eyes locked on Wu Shaohua's.

"What do you want?" he asked, his voice low and menacing.

And with that, the two men began to negotiate, their words dripping with tension and deceit. The game was on, and only one man could emerge victorious. But as the stakes grew higher, Lin Feng realized that he was playing with fire, and that the consequences of losing could be catastrophic...