You Shouldn't Have Come

Boom!

Boom!

The walls of the Hejia Pleasure Club trembled violently!

The entire establishment shook as if struck by an earthquake.

"Dragon Coiling Fist!"

A sharp shout echoed, followed by a surge of fist energy!

The wall collapsed with a thunderous crash.

"Master, my apologies—I'm late!"

Fang Jueming's voice rang out through the billowing dust.

His lean figure stood with an air of solitary defiance.

Inside, a woman draped only in a towel sat cross-legged, leisurely smoking a cigarette.

A middle-aged man, stripped to the waist, knelt with his wrists bound above him, his face bruised and swollen.

Yet, he still managed a defiant toss of his hair, clinging to whatever dignity remained.

Fang Jueming, realizing the person inside wasn’t An Yi, froze in awkward embarrassment. He quickly bowed his head. "Wrong room! My apologies!"

The smoking woman, initially annoyed, softened when she saw the intruder was a seemingly well-behaved, delicate-looking young man. She chuckled. "What an adorable kid!"

"Adorable kids shouldn’t be here for this kind of fun."

The middle-aged man grinned. "Kid just wrecked your wall—aren’t you gonna chase him?"

The woman’s brow furrowed. She pressed her foot against the man’s face and said coldly, "Keep kneeling. Did you think Hejia Pleasure was a free ride?"

"Hey, come on! This is a place of love—talking about money ruins the mood!"

"Do you have the money or not?"

"Ahem, well, actually... I’m a businessman. From my perspective as an economics Ph.D., your business model here has some serious flaws—Ow! Ow! Don’t pull! My wrists hurt!"

Another boom resounded as another wall collapsed.

The middle-aged man continued, "If you don’t stop him, that kid’s gonna demolish your whole club!"

The smoking woman: "..."

Hejia Pleasure Club.

A den of neon-lit decadence.

Outside, shadowy figures began emerging from the surrounding woods.

Though strangers from all corners of the land, they shared one goal: An Yi’s head. The woods were soon packed.

"Heroes of the world gather here today! Many of you were once sworn brothers of Qiao Feng—"

"Shut the hell up! Who’s your brother?!"

"Hey, is An Yi really in there? Is the intel reliable?"

"Must be. Damn, five billion! I’m drooling just thinking about it."

"No idea who leaked his location, but this is gonna be wild."

"Who even is An Yi? Why’s he worth five billion?"

"No clue. Never heard of him."

"Same. Who pays attention to small fries like that?"

The woods buzzed with chatter, lively as a New Year’s celebration.

Though their skills might be lacking, their ambition burned bright.

Five billion!

One successful hit—

And their families would prosper for generations!

A lifetime of luxury, never needing to lift a finger again!

Even the usually refined, self-proclaimed "scholarly warriors" now wore masks, ready to kill without hesitation.

In a dimly lit corner, Chen Bing adjusted his black-framed glasses, the lenses reflecting a cold gleam.

"Impressive. Never thought so many fighters would mobilize. An Yi won’t escape tonight. Just don’t die—I’ve endured the July time loop long enough."

Meanwhile, an argument broke out among the ambushers in the woods.

"Five billion? No way. That loser’s worth five billion?"

A burly, gorilla-like young man scoffed.

Beside him, a scrawny, bespectacled teen replied calmly, "Why not? Qin Shan, use your imagination. Didn’t that guy become a boss just over summer break?"

"But five billion! I still can’t believe it. Bai Xiu, what do you think?"

Qin Shan turned to Bai Xiu, who was already asleep in a tree.

After weeks of recovery, Bai Xiu had regained his handsome looks, no longer the skeletal figure from before.

"Damn it, how can you sleep at a time like this?! Liu Dachao, hang him up!"

Nearby bounty hunters overheard and chimed in.

"Brothers, who is this An Yi guy?"

Qin Shan shrugged. "A broke loser! Used to be penniless, but now he’s rolling in cash."

Liu Dachao added, "Total womanizer too. A walking bulldozer—collects pretty girls like trophies."

"And he’s shameless!"

Bai Xiu mumbled sleepily in agreement.

Hearing this, the "scholarly warriors" felt even more justified.

They weren’t here for money—they were serving justice!

Inside the Hejia Pleasure Club, in a wrecked room, two young men stood facing each other.

A desolate tension hung in the air.

"You came."

"I did."

"You shouldn’t have."

"I know."

"Yet here you are."

Silence. Dead silence.

Shangguan Qianqian rubbed her arms, goosebumps rising.

"So cringe."

Lin Chen, gripping his Lieyun Staff, said coolly, "Save the thanks for later."

"Thanks?!"

An Yi yanked up his jeans, zipping them with a dark expression.

With a shing, the black ring on his finger transformed into a gleaming dagger.

Then, energy surged—the demonic sword Dragon Fang extended into a three-foot blade!

"Unforgivable!"

"Absolutely unforgivable!"

Did they think he was after Shangguan Qianqian for her looks?

No! He was just completing a side quest!

The "Love Expert" mission had been hanging too long.

He owed it to his people to finish it.

But this damn soldier had to crash in from the sky and ruin everything!

Lin Chen glanced at Shangguan Qianqian, his gaze icy and wary. "A demoness from the Hehuan Sect?"

"Yes."

Shangguan Qianqian replied indifferently.

Lin Chen’s expression darkened. "I see."

Two blocks of ice in one room—the air turned glacial.

An Yi, despite the sweltering September heat, felt his capillaries might freeze.

"Lin, what the hell are you here for?!"

An Yi brandished his blade, demanding answers.

If the explanation wasn’t good enough—

Forget "War God" or "Soldier King"—today, someone was paying!

"If I hadn’t come, you’d be a dried-up corpse by now."

Lin Chen said flatly, "The Hehuan Sect’s Yin-Yang Absorption Technique drains men of their essence. Sleeping with her would’ve sucked you dry."

An Yi’s face fell. He turned to Shangguan Qianqian, betrayal and fury in his eyes.

"You brought me here... and it wasn’t for my looks?!"

Shangguan Qianqian: "..."

Boom!

Two bald heads popped through the broken wall.

Both men looked haggard, with dark circles under their eyes—like hardcore addicts.

"Brother Lin, don’t underestimate him—what he says is true!"

"Long? Hu?"

Lin Chen stared at the two monks in surprise.

Wait—who were they calling "Brother Lin"?