Qin Qinghan clearly felt Ye Fengwu's abnormality. She knew about the Luohuang Group and the legendary woman Luo Yihuang. But she was puzzled why Ye Fengwu was so excited.
Just then, Ye Fengwu's phone suddenly rang. The caller was Liu Hui.
Ye Fengwu picked up the phone and walked into the kitchen. After pressing the answer button, Liu Hui’s urgent voice came through: “Instructor, something happened.”
Ye Fengwu’s heart thudded. He asked, “Is the target on that plane?”
If Luo Yihuang was really on that plane, it would mean his mission had failed. This would be his first failure in eight years despite chasing countless targets.
Failure was unacceptable to the proud Ye Fengwu.
Liu Hui said, “The target is safe, but... Lin Qiang is injured and at safe house number nine.”
After hanging up, Ye Fengwu's face was frighteningly gloomy. Lin Qiang, Liu Hui, and Yang Lu were all warrior kings he had cultivated and his brothers. Any harm to them was unacceptable.
"I'm going out for a bit," Ye Fengwu told Qin Qinghan and headed out with his coat, his expression unusually solemn.
Seeing this, Qin Qinghan suddenly had a bad feeling. Could he be going to do something bad?
Yang Yu grumbled, "Just look at his serious face. Who would have thought he was doing anything proper?"
Qin Qinghan said bitterly, "Mom, could you say less?"
Just then, the TV screen switched to the studio. The news anchor announced, "The Luohuang Group has always been the most powerful company in Haihua City. It's said the Luohuang Group chairwoman Luo Yihuang has faced three assassination attempts in one month."
"But this has not affected the Luohuang Group's normal operations. There is news today that the auction house under the Luohuang Group will soon hold an auction. The highlight is a ring called the Bihai Zhi Xin."
"Experts have estimated this ring to be valued at 100 million USD. Let's take a close look at this world-famous Bihai Zhi Xin through the camera."
The scene switched again. A ring shining with brilliance sat in a glass case while many photographed it repeatedly.
When the camera zoomed in, the ring's outline became clearly visible, including the two engraved Chinese characters on it.
Yang Yu and Qin Zhi looked at the ring on TV, their eyes filled with admiration. Yang Yu muttered, "Qinghan, did you see that? The real Bihai Zhi Xin, while the one Ye Fengwu gave you looks exactly the same, this one is really worth 100 million USD."
Qin Zhi frowned, "It looks so alike, could it be the one you sold?"
Yang Yu glared at Qin Zhi and huffed, "What are you thinking? Do you really think the ring Ye Fengwu gave Qinghan could be worth 100 million USD? Let's not talk about whether a strong robber like him could take out that much money, even if he could, which man would be willing to give Qinghan a 100 million USD ring?"
Clack!
Just then, the chopsticks in Qin Qinghan's hand suddenly dropped to the floor. Her beautiful face was filled with shock and complex emotions.
Yang Yu and Qin Zhi looked over in confusion and saw Qin Qinghan staring blankly at the ring on TV, tears brimming her eyes.
Yang Yu said, "Qinghan, why are you dazing off? Things like this would never happen to us. Hurry up and eat."
Clack!
Two hot tears slid down Qin Qinghan's cheeks and dropped onto the table.
So the ring he gave her was really the Bihai Zhi Xin, the one and only treasure in the world.
She had thought it was just a high-quality replica all this time. Her parents often ridiculed it for being a replica.
Yet he had silently endured all the ridicule without a word of complaint. A 100 million USD ring - he hadn't complained even once about it being sold off.
At this moment, Qin Qinghan finally realized he had been tolerating her all this time.
No wonder Xihou Heifeng was willing to be threatened and extorted 100,000 RMB by him, but unwilling to return the ring to her. It had been real all along.
"Mom... we can't repay him anymore," Qin Qinghan said chokingly, deep remorse and blame in her eyes.
Seeing this, Yang Yu and Qin Zhi's expressions changed. Yang Yu impatiently said, "What's wrong with you, child? Don't tell me you think the ring on TV is the one I pawned to Xihou Pawnshop?"
Qin Qinghan nodded sorrowfully, "Do you know, he's never complained once about the ring being sold. I've even thought of compensating him with tens of thousands of RMB multiple times because I felt so ashamed."
Hearing this, Yang Yu and Qin Zhi's expressions gradually became grave. Qin Zhi asked, "Qinghan, could the ring Ye Fengwu gave you really be the one on TV?"
Yang Yu denied disbelievingly, "How is that possible? The appraiser clearly told me it was just a high-end replica."
Just then, Jing Si suddenly spoke up, "Granny, the ring on TV is the one Uncle gave to Mom. Jing Si has seen it too. It has the characters for wind and sparrow on it."
Hearing this, Yang Yu instantly turned pale. In her haste back then, she hadn't examined it closely. Now, Qinghan's abnormal behavior and Jing Si's description made her sense an ominous feeling.
After a long while, Yang Yu finally asked tremblingly, "Qinghan, is what Jing Si said true?"
Qin Qinghan nodded tearfully. "Mom, let's not talk about this anymore. I'll apologize to him and think of a way to pay him back the money."
It seemed highly likely that Xihou Heifeng had sent the ring to auction. Wanting to get it back from him was wishful thinking.
Wah...
Seeing Qin Qinghan nod, Yang Yu burst into tears. She felt not guilt, but self-blame and regret, and even more heartache. That was 100 million USD, enough for them to live carefree for generations.
Yet she had only gotten 20,000 RMB for it.
Yang Yu wept bitterly for a long time before choking out, "No, I have to find that pawn shop and report them to the police. How dare they scam people!"
Saying so, Yang Yu got up to leave without even finishing her meal.
Qin Qinghan quickly stopped her, "Mom, don't get involved in this anymore. We can't get that ring back."
Yang Yu said angrily, "That's 100 million USD. I'll sue them even if I have to go to court to get that ring back!"
Qin Qinghan urged anxiously, "That's Xihou Heifeng's shop. You'll be killed if you go!"
Hearing Xihou Heifeng, Yang Yu's righteous indignation instantly deflated, deep fear in her eyes. "Xi...Xihou Heifeng..."
Wah...
Yang Yu started crying again, blaming herself, "What sin have I committed to pawn a 100 million USD ring to Xihou Heifeng?"
In Haihua City, who didn't know Xihou Heifeng? Who didn't change color at the mention of his name? Even Qin Zhi beside showed deep loss and despair upon hearing Xihou Heifeng.
Yang Yu's crying suddenly ceased. She grabbed Qin Qinghan's hand pleadingly, "Qinghan, you must help your mom. I only did it to save your dad and got tricked."
"Here's what we'll do. Get registered with Ye Fengwu tomorrow and become legally married. Once you're his lawful wife, he won't pursue us for it."
Hearing this, the bitterness in Qin Qinghan's eyes deepened. Her mother was selling her off.
Qin Qinghan could only nod for now, but she felt deep remorse. She had misunderstood him all this time while he had never complained.
Qin Qinghan knew well the gentleness Ye Fengwu showed her belied his inner arrogance and roughness, yet he endured her again and again.
...
At 8 p.m., Ye Fengwu finally arrived at the safe house Liu Hui had mentioned, safe house number nine.
The safe houses were built specially for special forces carrying out missions, equipped with supplies and medical facilities.
At this moment, lying on the high-tech medical bed being manipulated was a pale-faced person tied up in bandages from head to toe. It could be none other than Lin Qiang.
Beside him, Liu Hui and Yang Lu also had unsightly expressions on their faces, and were lightly injured themselves, which made Ye Fengwu's expression turn extremely ugly.
He walked to Lin Qiang's side, felt Lin Qiang's faint breathing, and only then looked towards Liu Hui and Yang Lu and said, "Who could have injured Lin Qiang to this extent?"
Upon hearing this, Liu Hui and Yang Lu's eyes were filled with solemnity. The former said, "Instructor, we...have never encountered assassins like that before. They...were like monsters."
and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!
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...
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!
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
