However, the driver's shouts only lasted twice.

A dark shadow shot out, chopping a palm onto the back of his head.

The driver fell to the ground with a thud, like a chopped log.

His eyes rolled back, and he immediately fainted.

The figure picked up the driver and brought him back, stuffing him into the driver's seat of the taxi.

In the dim night, one could see the figure's shiny bald head, without a single hair, and his whiskery mustache.

His face was full of wrinkles, exuding an aura of sleazy wretchedness.

If Yang Fei saw this figure, he would definitely scream in alarm.

This figure was none other than Yang Fei's master, Old Silver Stick Shou Jing Gong.

Huang Da's eyes widened desperately trying to recall the impression of this sly-looking old man from his fading consciousness.

Suddenly, a strange, muddled sound came from Huang Da's throat.

"You... you are the thief who stole the Sacred Object, the man Eldest Senior Brother is looking for—it's you."

Shou Jing Gong chuckled with a heh-heh, splitting the whiskered mustache on his lips, which looked quite comical.

He spat out a word, "What do you mean I stole your Sacred Object? That thing was originally... originally mine."

"Is it stealing if I take back what's mine?"

He was spirited, with a stubborn "fight me if you disagree" expression on his face.

However, Huang Da's heart was shattered, his life's oil spent, his pupils dilating.

Soon, he took his last breath.

Huang Da's body slumped to the ground.

Behind him, a graceful and exquisite figure appeared.

The figure seemed to blend into the night, hazy and indistinct.

However, her eyes sparkled with cold light, shining brilliantly in the darkness.

When Shou Jing Gong saw these eyes, he immediately restrained himself a little.

His eyeballs rolled around as he chuckled, "Hello, beautiful lady, goodbye, beautiful lady."

With that, he hoisted up the bodies of Huang Da and Eldest Senior Brother, turned around and made to flee.

The graceful figure did not move; her eyes flickered like cold stars.

Her soft words instantly petrified Shou Jing Gong.

"You don't have to pay the 20 million commission, but when the time comes, I'll go to your disciple to reclaim it, with interest."

"Additionally, let me add, I am quite interested in your disciple."

Shou Jing Gong was rooted to the spot like a nail.

Slowly, he turned around, his gaze intensely fixed on the assassin, with a surging murderous intent, chilly and fierce.

In an instant, this withered, stooped old man seemed to transform into someone else.

Proud and formidable, with an overwhelming killing intent.

He said lightly, "Of course I will pay you the commission."

"However, if you from Blood-cloth Tower dare to harm Yang Fei, don't blame me for being impolite."

The assassin's pupils contracted, facing the resplendent Shou Jing Gong, who stood as imposing as a Heavenly God, and didn't move a step.

In the night, the blowing wind seemed to freeze.

After a long while, the assassin sighed reluctantly.

She said indifferently, "I respect you as a senior expert and holder of the Ruan Chouling. Consider this mission a free gift from me to you."

"However, the origins of Yang Fei and the Xuan Ying Pavilion's Sacred Object are too mysterious; I must investigate it thoroughly, and that is not your concern."

Shou Jing Gong laughed, his face full of sleazy smiles.

"My disciple, he's just too charming."

"If you, a young lady, take a fancy to him and wish to offer yourself to him, I, as his master, naturally won't stop you."

He leaned in slightly, mysteriously, his voice lowered to a whisper.

"This guy has a nickname, 'Little Bird Yang.'

"In fact, from what I've observed, he should be called 'Yang Daniao'... no, 'Yang Juniao' is more like it, for reasons you understand..."

Whiz!

Suddenly, a dazzling flower of silver bloomed in midair, a sword thrust shot towards Shou Jing Gong, attempting to strike him down.

Shou Jing Gong burst into laughter, clutching the two corpses of Huang Da and Eldest Senior Brother as he flipped backward through seven or eight somersaults and drifted away.

From the darkness, Shou Jing Gong's smug voice could be heard.

"If you want to probe his depths, go look for him."

"Wait until the day you truly understand his background, then you will realize what a terrifying little monster this kid is."

The female assassin retracted her soft sword and spat into the darkness.

"That old lecher, that old bastard, I really don't know why master accepted his mission."

After saying this, her figure flickered and vanished into the darkness.

In fact, Shou Jing Gong hadn't gone far.

He was hidden in a nearby bush, watching the female assassin disappear into the night, murmuring to himself.

"Little Bird Yang, oh Little Bird Yang, I have already cleaned up the tail of Xuan Ying Pavilion; it's up to you to deal with Blood-cloth Tower."

"Damn it, a good man doesn't fight with women; facing this bunch of girls, even with the gold medal 'Ruan Chouling,' it's useless."

Yang Fei didn't return to Lanting Hotel.

This time, he had triumphed in the underground fighting ring.

Apart from winning the Hongda Port Logistics Center, valued at thirty to forty million, Mad Blade, Li Shun, and others had gambled on the fights and won up to a billion.

Even Yang Fei himself had made over twenty million because of Li Shun's betting on his behalf.

All this money, it was all real gold and silver.

But the Eldest Senior Brother's sudden strike also resulted in injuries to Mad Blade, Fan Yi, Li Shun, and Yi Long.

The most severely injured was Yi Long.

He had risked his life to hold onto the Eldest Senior Brother, who unleashed his Dark Force, invading his body and damaging his internal organs.

His lung lobes, in particular, were severely injured, and he kept coughing up blood.

Next, Li Shun suffered a broken sternum, Fan Yi's left fingers were dislocated, and his palm was severely injured, while Mad Blade's arm was so badly shaken that the bones fractured and he couldn't even lift it.

And Yang Fei himself had also been injured.

To defeat Meng Po as quickly as possible, his shoulder had been pierced by Meng Po's fingernail sword, and during his fight with Huang Da, he had also suffered internal injuries.

Martial artists all have their unique methods of healing, and Yang Fei was particularly adept at the Silver Needle Acupoint Technique.

The group went to a private club owned by Li Shun.

Li Shun made a call to have his personal physician come immediately to treat the injured.

Yang Fei's Silver Needle Acupoint Technique was miraculous.

With a few needles, Yi Long vomited a large amount of congealed blood, breathing much more smoothly and no longer coughing up blood.

Yang Fei obtained a bottle of Loquat Cough Relief Elixir from Li Shun's personal physician.

He had Mad Blade use his Dark Force to directly send the Loquat Cough Relief Elixir into Yi Long's internal organs through the pores in his chest.

Yi Long felt his burning organs suddenly cool, immediately feeling much more comfortable.

His severe internal injuries had miraculously healed by a large margin.

This method of treatment surprised even Li Shun and Yi Long.

Fan Yi and Mad Blade, however, were no longer surprised.

Mad Blade chuckled: "Don't make a fuss; as long as you don't die on the spot, Brother Fei has ways to cure you."

Mad Blade spoke thoughtlessly, but it made Yang Fei's heart ache.

He thought of Lin Zi.

When Lin Zi sacrificed himself, Yang Fei had almost exhausted all of his Essence Qi to help him circulate his Qi-Blood, yet he still could not save him.

"A doctor cannot save those fated to die," only those who had truly experienced life and death could understand how helpless and sorrowful this saying was.

Fan Yi saw the dark expression on Yang Fei's face and elbowed Mad Blade in the lower back.

Realizing his slip of the tongue had brought up Yang Fei's painful memories, Mad Blade gave a forced laugh to cover it up.

By the time the sky was bright, under Yang Fei's silver needle treatment, and the meticulous care of Li Shun's personal physician.

The injured were mostly out of danger.

When martial artists break through to the Dark Force, their bodies, under the nurturing and tempering of Essence Qi, not only increase in skin and bone density.

But also in potential and function of the human body being stimulated.

The most significant change is the body's self-healing ability, which is more than ten times that of an ordinary person.

Many martial arts texts refer to this transformation of the human body as the second evolution.

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