The sudden voice startled Chen Yuanzhong and Cheng Xiong. They turned around to see a man in a large black cloak standing behind them.
The man had a piercing gaze, and even just standing there motionless, the sharp edge he exuded made Chen Yuanzhong and Cheng Xiong feel a chill down their spines. They both looked as if facing a formidable foe.
"Looking to die." As Chen Yuanzhong's bodyguard, how could Cheng Xiong tolerate an unidentified person threatening his boss's safety?
So his first reaction was to charge at the man in the black cloak.
Although Cheng Xiong was tall and muscular, he moved with exceptional agility. In the blink of an eye he threw a punch at the mysterious man.
Bang!
What followed was a heavy, muffled thud. Chen Yuanzhong was shocked to see Cheng Xiong's 200-pound body flying back like a ball, smashing heavily into the villa wall and knocking down a large patch of the wall plaster.
After hitting the ground, Cheng Xiong was unable to get back up, writhing in pain.
Cheng Xiong had been mixing in underground boxing circles for nearly ten years with no opponent. His combat ability was absolutely formidable. However, facing this mysterious man, he hadn't even seen how the other party attacked.
Chen Yuanzhong got up slowly. He didn't make a sound or call for help, just gazed quietly at the mysterious man. He could tell that the person before him was terrifying.
If the man had wanted to kill him, he would be dead already. The fact that he didn't make a move clearly showed he didn't intend to kill him.
So Chen Yuanzhong spoke cautiously: "Sir, I, Chen Yuanzhong, have no grudge against you."
The mysterious man sneered, "Do you want to replace The Phoenix Group and become the largest business conglomerate in Haihua City?"
Hearing this, Chen Yuanzhong's expression became complicated. He was an old fox - of course he could hear the overture in the mysterious man's words. To put it nicely, he wanted to recruit him, but bluntly, it seemed the man wanted to turn him into a puppet. This was Chen Yuanzhong's feeling.
After a long silence, Chen Yuanzhong finally said, "Ms. Luo has masters around her, and her family background far exceeds my expectations."
Chen Yuanzhong knew very well that even Qing Feng had returned injured, which showed that the masters around Luo Yihuaung must be terrifying.
The mysterious man walked slowly to a mahogany table next to Chen Yuanzhong and lightly placed his palm on it, saying, "Masters? How powerful could they be?"
Bang!
As soon as he finished speaking, the mahogany table under the mysterious man's palm suddenly shattered with a bang. In an instant, the whole floor was covered in wooden debris, as if cut by countless knives.
In that moment, Chen Yuanzhong's gaze fixed intensely. He clearly saw countless green rays flashing from under the mysterious man's palm.
The green rays were bizarre and sharp, leaving his whole body stiff and numb, his back drenched in cold sweat.
Even Cheng Xiong, lying unable to get up on the floor, felt a deep apprehension. He could confidently say that if this man wanted to kill him, he would already be dead.
He never imagined there were such terrifying people in this world. After mixing in the underground boxing world for nearly ten years without an opponent, today's encounter made him realize how ignorant he was.
The mysterious man said indifferently, "I want Luo Yihuaung's people, and you want her company. You know what to do, don't you?"
Hearing this, Chen Yuanzhong finally recovered from his earlier shock. As the Tiger of the West who had lorded over Haihua City for decades, he was actually so shocked by this mysterious man that he lost his senses temporarily.
After a long pause, Chen Yuanzhong said with some difficulty, "With your abilities, sir, capturing Luo Yihuaung should be very easy for you. Why do you need to cooperate with me?"
The mysterious man snorted, "I have my reasons for not making a move personally, so consider whether you want to cooperate or not."
Having said that, the mysterious man looked at Chen Yuanzhong with those blade-like eyes, involuntarily causing Chen Yuanzhong to break out in a cold sweat.
He knew that if he refused, this man would probably kill him directly. And if he agreed to cooperate, he would truly become a puppet.
But as the crafty Tiger of the West, he knew very clearly that he only had one life. Even as a puppet, it was better than death.
So he nodded, "Sir, what about the masters around Luo Yihuaung?"
The mysterious man sneered, "This person killed more than twenty of our members, including two Class C members. I will arrange for someone to deal with him. As for you, give me two days to get Qin Qinghan under control."
Chen Yuanzhong hesitated and frowned, "Although that woman has some ability, she's not worth worrying about."
Chen Yuanzhong knew Ye Fengwu was not simple, but he didn't suspect him of being the one who had injured Qing Feng.
But the mysterious man snorted, "Not worth worrying about? Let me remind you - when you deal with Qin Qinghan, you'd better not reveal anything, otherwise the anger you'll face from that person will definitely not be something you want to see."
Having said that, the mysterious man turned to leave.
Chen Yuanzhong was somewhat puzzled, not understanding the meaning behind the mysterious man's words. Then he quickly said, "Sir, since we're cooperating, shouldn't you at least leave your name?"
The mysterious man stopped in his tracks. A flash of coldness passed through his knife-like gaze as he sneered, "Do what you should do, and don't disappoint me."
The mysterious man's tone was extremely cold, vaguely exuding a strong chill that made Chen Yuanzhong's hair stand on end.
When Chen Yuanzhong looked up again, the mysterious man had vanished without a trace.
Only then did Cheng Xiong struggle to his feet and slowly make his way to Chen Yuanzhong's side, asking, "Boss, what should we do?"
Chen Yuanzhong said gravely, "Send people to monitor Qin Qinghan's every move. It's also time to get rid of Ye Fengwu and Jiang Hao."
...
Five Tigers Sect's Ye family residence in Beijing.
Marshal of the Green Dragon Guards Ye Tiangang sat with a solemn expression on a wide sandalwood chair. Standing in front of him was a handsome middle-aged man, Ye Tiangang's chosen successor Ye Feng.
"Feng'er, to think that brat would mobilize a whole regiment just for a woman," said Ye Tiangang, whose gaze always exerted a natural prestige - so even though he sounded displeased, his tone didn't betray any anger.
Ye Feng smiled wryly, "While it's somewhat excessive, it also shows how much he values that girl."
"Ah..." Ye Tiangang suddenly sighed heavily. "Back then, after he ruined that woman, she spent the past eight years suffering humiliation, while our Ye family...could do nothing."
Ye Feng also said helplessly, "We only wanted to save him, but neglected the girl he harmed, leaving her to raise our Ye family's offspring alone. We owe a debt to the mother and daughter."
Ye Tiangang said, "Feng'er, it's time we find a way to compensate them."
But Ye Feng shook his head. "This matter can't be rushed. Fengwu is perceptive. Any clues, no matter how subtle, won't escape his notice. Sending him to the military back then already aroused his suspicions."
Ye Tiangang's dignified face slowly revealed a look of sadness. He sighed, "This old man just wants to provide some compensation to their family of three."
Ye Feng said bitterly, "Dad, compensation now would be too late."
Back then, for the sake of family stability, they had resolutely abandoned the one-month-old Ye Fengwu. More than twenty years had passed, and he didn't even know the names of his own birth parents.
If he ever discovered the truth, he would probably bitterly resent the Ye family.
Ye Tiangang's expression was also heavy. He sighed, "Go ahead and arrange it. This old man will one day bring their family of three back to the Ye family."
Ye Feng's expression gradually turned ugly. He frowned, "In the past few days he killed more than twenty assassins from the Death God Guild, including two Class C members. His days ahead won't be peaceful."
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
lity and could only live as an ordinary mortal. He only wished to live a peaceful life. Yet he didn't know— The dog he adopted, because it ate his food, became a legendary demon king. The kitchen knife he casually forged became a peerless divine weapon, causing numerous experts to fight desperately for it. The young disciple he took in became an immortal lord that led an era, due to cultivating the techniques Ye Feng taught him. Even the skeletons he looked down on the most were ominous demon kings that suppressed countless worlds. Many years later, looking at the void shattered with a punch, Ye Feng murmured to himself: It turns out the peerless kings were myself all along...
