Iron Hand was extremely shocked; he never imagined the opponent would be so formidable.

He couldn't even believe a small city like Yun City could harbor such a master.

"You, who are you really?" Knowing he was no match, Iron Hand looked at Shang Wen Dong with terror as he approached step by step, stealing glances at the door, ready to escape.

Shang Wen Dong walked up to Iron Hand unhurriedly and kicked him in his wound.

The intense pain in his wound made Iron Hand's face contort even more grotesquely.

Shang Wen Dong lowered his head and said softly, "I never thought Yama Hall would fall so low now. A dignified assassin hiding here, not daring to show his face."

"You, you know Yama Hall very well?" Iron Hand endured the pain, astonished beyond measure.

"Know it well?" Shang Wen Dong mused, "Perhaps. But the Yama Hall I know is from long ago. I'm not one for killing, but you belong to Yama Hall, and you killed my woman, so you must die!"

With a flick of his right hand, a large calligraphy brush, about half a meter long, appeared in Shang Wen Dong's hand.

The bristles of the brush were all woven with gold thread, and the body of the brush was made of refined steel.

Upon seeing the brush, Iron Hand's face was filled with endless terror, and the hideous scar on his face appeared even more terrifying: "The Judge's Pen, is this the Judge's Pen?"

The leader of the Yama Hall Assassin Organization was nicknamed King Yan, and under King Yan were ten top experts, one of whom was said to be a Judge.

The Judge had supposedly reached the level of a first-rate master, wielding the Judge's Pen, and whenever someone hired him, the reward would be in the billions.

However, as far as Iron Hand knew, the Judge had been missing for years, and the Judge's Pen, his symbol, had similarly vanished.

No one knew where the Judge had gone.

Seeing the infamous Judge's Pen now, Iron Hand's shock was indescribable.

"You..."

Yet, before Iron Hand could say another word, Shang Wen Dong sneered, "Who I am is not important. I am just a businessman now, but you, you only have one path left—death!"

With that, Shang Wen Dong raised the large calligraphy brush in his hand and aimed at Iron Hand's brow.

If it struck, there was only a path to death.

Iron Hand could no longer care about anything else.

In almost a split second, Iron Hand quickly protected his brow with both hands, while biting Shang Wen Dong fiercely on the leg, tearing off a chunk of flesh along with his pants.

The Judge's Pen, like an invincible weapon, pierced through Iron Hand's hands.

However, the sharp pain in his torn leg caused Shang Wen Dong's hand to pause.

"Looking for death!" Shang Wen Dong cursed, instinctively lifting his foot.

Seizing the opportunity, Iron Hand rolled to one side and quickly leaped outside without any hesitation.

When Shang Wen Dong gave chase, Iron Hand was nowhere to be seen.

Shang Wen Dong glanced at the two hands impaled on the Judge's Pen and snorted coldly, "What does it matter if you escape? Hit by my poisoned dart, death is your only path."

He didn't worry about Iron Hand surviving at all.

The three darts were coated with a lethal poison; within an hour, Iron Hand would die from the poison.

Iron Hand, too, felt the dart's poison was not simple.

The blood dripping from his shoulder had even turned black.

But he dared not stop; his strong survival instinct drove him forward. Not only did he fear Shang Wen Dong catching up, but he also knew that finding Ye Guichen might be his only chance for survival.

Fleeing frantically, Iron Hand escaped all the way to Furong District.

Though many people saw Iron Hand, seeing him covered in blood, who would dare approach?

"Bang!" Using his last ounce of strength, Iron Hand collapsed at the doorway of Ye Guichen's building, completely exhausted, struggling even to breathe.

Previously, because he intended to assassinate Ye Guichen, he naturally knew where Ye Guichen and Chen Ziran lived.

"Mr. Ye, save me..." Iron Hand's voice had become hoarse, and speaking seemed to drain all his energy.

Ye Guichen had already dressed, ready to take another stroll through the food street, when he suddenly heard someone calling him.

His face changed, and he quickly went downstairs, seeing the nearly lifeless Iron Hand.

"Iron Hand?" Ye Guichen was taken aback and without hesitation carried Iron Hand into the room.

After the frantic run, the poison in Iron Hand's body had spread throughout.

Now Iron Hand's consciousness was growing ever murkier, his lips turning purple. Seeing Ye Guichen as if in a final flash of lucidity, he forced a smile, "Mr. Ye, I..."

"Don't speak!" Ye Guichen immediately recognized the severe poisoning.

The shoulder wound was serious, but not fatal; the poison was deadly.

"The poison has spread throughout your body. Only because you met me, you might survive." Ye Guichen said solemnly, quickly taking out a canvas bag he had brought down the mountain.

Iron Hand clung to his last vestige of consciousness.

He saw Ye Guichen take out a foul-smelling pill the size of a thumbnail from the canvas bag and put it into his mouth.

Iron Hand was puzzled, "Can this thing save me?"

He knew the severity of his poisoning.

He had never thought he would die this way.

However, the moment the pill entered, Iron Hand felt as if his entire body was ablaze.

The pill quickly burned through his body and blood with overwhelming force.

Iron Hand felt as if he was about to explode.

"Focus your energy!" Ye Guichen's voice rang out.

Iron Hand, stunned, followed Ye Guichen's instructions instinctively.

As he did, he found his deplete inner strength gradually returning, and his weak body slowly regained power, as if reborn.

"How is this possible?" Iron Hand had thought he'd barely survive, possibly becoming a cripple.

But what he felt inside was like an upgrade.

Shocked, Iron Hand dared not slack, quickly circulating his energy.

Time passed second by second.

Iron Hand's awareness grew stronger, while the poison was expelled bit by bit from his skin.

After an unknown amount of time, Iron Hand felt sticky all over, but refreshed as if after a sauna, the weakness completely gone.

He opened his eyes slowly, seeing Ye Guichen sitting cross-legged not far away.

"Mr. Ye?" Iron Hand, astonished that Ye Guichen had stayed by his side, also realized Ye Guichen had saved his life.

"Mr. Ye, your great kindness, from today onward, I, Iron Hand, am your loyal servant. As long as I live, I will follow your orders!" Iron Hand kowtowed heavily, kneeling before Ye Guichen.

At that moment, utterly devoted!

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