"Mom, I..." Zhan Feiyu's voice was nasal, but he couldn't say "I can drink!" because he really couldn't drink.

Zhan Feihuang joined in teasing, "Mom, you shouldn't drink too much either. Next time my big brother causes trouble, my brother and I will drink with him until he can't stand up."

"Shut up!" Du Yujiao scolded sharply, "Drink, drink, drink, what have I told you before? I told you not to drink and you still drink so much, go to my room and kneel after we get back and no lunch for you!"

"Yes," Zhan Feihuang lowered his head, eyes brimming with tears of grievance.

Zhu Bufan quickly stepped in to smooth things over, "Mom, little sister Fei Huang really didn't want to drink, it was me who made her drink. You can't blame her, if you have to blame someone, blame me, I..."

"What about you, you think you have a point?" Du Yujiao harshly rebuked, "When we get back, you kneel with her and see if you dare to drink recklessly in the future."

"Yes," Zhu Bufan nodded in agreement.

Ah, this greatly surprised Du Yujiao, had he really "surrendered" that easily?

Du Yujiao felt it was inappropriate, and gently patted Zhu Bufan's shoulder, softly saying, "Why kneel? A man's knees are precious, you can't just kneel to anyone easily in the future."

"Mom, from my childhood till now, I've only knelt to my grandmother," Zhu Bufan said earnestly, "A man's knees are precious, and there's another phrase, kneel to heaven, earth, and parents! You are my biological mother, kneeling to you is nothing."

"I..." Du Yujiao's face was burning hot, and she could only forcefully say, "Alright, alright, you make a point. You and Fei Huang don't have to kneel, drink less in the future, okay?"

"We know, we know." Zhan Feihuang quickly agreed, not forgetting to throw a "flirty glance" at Zhu Bufan through the air. Big brother, you really are my own brother!

At noon, Zhan Feilong, lying in the bed, finally opened his eyes.

"Fei Long, are you alright, are you alright!" Zhan Yucheng sighed with relief, hurried forward, and passed a glass of water from the table to Zhan Feilong.

Zhan Feilong had drunk excessively last night, almost endangering his life. After several stomach washes at the hospital, the excess alcohol in his body was finally expelled. His life had been saved.

Although he had opened his eyes, he still felt extremely weak, Zhan Feilong didn't say a word, because this incident was very disgraceful, and it was even worse that he had actively initiated drinking with Zhu Bufan. He was neither reasonable nor face-saving, the more he spoke, the more embarrassing it was.

Seeing Zhan Feilong in such a miserable state, Zhan Yucheng didn't have the heart to scold him and kept comforting him instead. Zhan Yucheng sat beside the bed until noon, then received an urgent call and had to go back to handle work.

As soon as Zhan Yucheng left, Yang Ju couldn't wait to enter the hospital room, whispering into Zhan Feilong's ear for a while.

"Oh? Has someone really come?" Zhan Feilong's eyes brightened, immediately responding, "Quickly let them in, fast, fast, fast, I want to see what they are capable of!"

"Yes!" Yang Ju nodded and left in a hurry.

Believe it or not, Sister Ju's alcohol tolerance is truly remarkable. Last night, she drank almost as much as Zhan Feilong, but while Zhan Feilong threw up blood, she just slept it off. Amazing!

Soon after, Yang Ju came back into the hospital room with a middle-aged man and woman.

The man was dressed in a pitch-black suit, pure black without any shine, looking quite eerie. The woman was wearing a white lace dress, somewhat like a wedding gown but less exaggerated, with white gloves on her hands and a white lace hat on her head.

Black and white, they stood there, creating a striking contrast. Frankly, if these two walked down the street, they'd definitely turn heads!

The man stood silent while the White-clothed Woman stepped forward and said, "Mr. Zhan, we are here to help you handle your affairs. May I ask if you are sure you want to kill Mr. Zhu Bufan? If you are, please write your name on this agreement."

This statement startled Zhan Feilong, who shook his head hurriedly and denied, "No, no, no, I've never intended to kill anyone. You've got the wrong person, you..."

Yang Ju hurriedly interjected, "Brother Long, this is a Dark Agreement, not a police confession statement. Once you sign it, they will immediately burn this agreement. There will be absolutely no evidence left."

The White-clothed Woman quickly corrected, "Wrong, after the Dark Agreement is signed, it's for you to keep. How you handle the agreement is not our concern. However, after completing the mission, we will come to collect the remaining payment from the signee."

Oh, so that's how it is, Zhan Feilong suddenly realized. It all comes down to money in the end. Whoever signs this is the employer - the Nun will use us to get rid of Zhu Bufan and then we have to come back to you for the money. If you refuse to pay, well... we'll take you down too!

After all, hiring the Soul Severing Mountain costs one hundred million yuan. Not just anyone could afford such an enormous sum. What if we help you kill but then you say you have no money? Wouldn't that be unreasonable?

"Fine, bring it over for me to sign," Zhan Feilong knew Yang Ju would definitely not want to do this herself, otherwise, she wouldn't have brought two assassins along.

Zhan Feilong took the paper but didn't sign immediately. Instead, he scrutinized it carefully and questioned on the spot, "Are you two sure you can kill Zhu Bufan? I don't care about the cost (the price is fixed, no bargaining), but what happens if your assassination attempt fails?"

The man in black coldly replied, "If the assassination fails, there will be additional personnel coming to continue until the target is dead!"

"Oh? What if it continuously fails?" Zhan Feilong, still uneasy, asked further.

Yang Ju explained, "Brother Long, I asked them about this. Their method of pursuit is very unique. This time two people are here for the assassination. If they succeed, the task is over. If they fail, within seven days a second group will come—doubling the number to four. If they fail again, eight will come in the third wave, sixteen in the fourth, thirty-two in the fifth, and so on..."

"How many waves can come?" Zhan Feilong suddenly got excited. This question was purely gossip.

The White-clothed Woman continued, "Three stabbing rounds, three chasing rounds, three soul-snatching rounds, and if all fail, then comes the ultimate decimation."

That means a total of ten attempts are coming. With their escalating ratio, the numbers after ten times would be quite terrifying. But Zhan Feilong still brazenly criticized, "Even if a bunch of losers come, no matter how many there are, it's useless!"

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