"That's right, I finally found a reason to kill you."

The Three Swords slowly lifted his head.

Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, yet his expression remained incredibly calm.

He slowly drew the longsword from the ground.

"I never kill the weak."

His longsword rose slowly, pointing at Yang Fei.

"And you are now worthy to die by my hand."

"Hey, get it straight. I'm the one who seriously injured you. I'm your opponent."

Shou Jing Gong couldn't help but glare.

As he spoke, he caressed the half-shaven part of his hair with immense distress.

"You're not worthy."

The Three Swords said plainly, retracting his longsword at the same time.

Shou Jing Gong immediately flew into a rage, his eyes widening.

"What the hell did you say? Do you believe I'll crush you within an inch of your life?"

The Three Swords chuckled and suddenly vanished into the distance.

Shou Jing Gong screamed and shouted.

"Don't you dare run! Who's not worthy now..."

He turned into a blur and chased after him.

"Master, don't chase him."

Yang Fei reached out to grab Shou Jing Gong's hand, but missed.

He could only watch Shou Jing Gong's figure disappear around a corner.

Yang Fei stood there, feeling a sense of loss.

He had always felt that Shou Jing Gong was pretending to chase the Three Swords but was actually avoiding him.

But why would he want to avoid him?

Could it be...

A strange thought suddenly welled up in Yang Fei's mind.

"Could Shou Jing Gong actually not be my master?"

Since Yang Fei could remember, he had been the Chief Instructor of the Evil Dragon Special Combat Team.

Under him were a group of life-and-death brothers, battling mercenaries and armed drug dealers overseas.

Besides these brothers, there was also a master, Shou Jing Gong.

In reality, Yang Fei had long discovered that his martial arts techniques were not the same as Shou Jing Gong's.

He had secretly doubted before.

But he had never thought Shou Jing Gong was not his master.

If Shou Jing Gong was not his master, where did all his martial arts cultivation come from?

Yang Fei stood there in a daze, his mind racing with thoughts.

He wasn't worried about Shou Jing Gong's safety.

That old fox was slipperier than an eel.

Even though he wasn't a match for the Three Swords, it was also impossible for the Three Swords to kill him.

All these things were filled with doubts.

Yang Fei sighed and snapped back to reality.

He felt like he had forgotten something. Turning around, he saw that there was nothing behind the car.

Su Yinxue's figure was gone.

Yang Fei was shocked.

He knew that Su Yinxue's value in the Netherworld Corporation was twenty-five million.

This lucrative amount was enough to tempt any assassin to take risks.

At this moment, a warm and soft body suddenly leaped out.

A woman from behind Yang Fei hugged his waist tightly.

Yang Fei's nerves were still in a highly tense state.

Suddenly grabbed, he reflexively turned and applied a choking Grasping Hand Technique.

However, the face that entered his vision was Su Yinxue's helpless and panic-stricken face.

Her delicate face was partly obscured by a few unruly strands of hair, making her look pitiful.

Her soft body pressed tightly against Yang Fei.

Yang Fei's Grasping Hand Technique stopped abruptly.

He sighed softly, holding Su Yinxue, gently stroking her silky hair.

No matter how strong Su Yinxue's mental fortitude might be, how resilient she might seem.

She was just a woman after all.

This kind of bloody underground world battle.

Would terrify any ordinary person.

Let alone someone as delicate and wealthy as Su Yinxue.

After a long while, Su Yinxue finally left Yang Fei's embrace.

Her eyes still held panic.

"Yang Fei, was that person here to kill me?"

Yang Fei shook his head, comforting her by patting her shoulder.

"Forget about today's events. They were never something an ordinary person should experience."

Su Yinxue shook her head, her eyes filled with sorrow.

"You don't understand. Corporate warfare is much more brutal and bloody than this."

She pushed her hair back from her forehead, her voice filled with more melancholy.

"And the fight for family fortune and status in a prestigious family is even more brutal than corporate warfare many times over."

Her voice was filled with immense sorrow and deep gloom.

Yang Fei suddenly felt heartache for the girl before him.

This girl, around twenty-five or twenty-six years old, seemed to always live in darkness.

While other ordinary girls lived brightly under the sun.

They enjoyed love, watched movies, and relished the beauty of life.

But Su Yinxue remained cold and distant.

She hid herself behind a cold and heavy mask of ice.

He held Su Yinxue in his arms, his warm voice resembling sunshine.

"Don't worry, as long as I'm here, no one will hurt you."

"Whether it's corporate battles or family feuds, you have nothing to fear."

Su Yinxue's tears fell, soaking Yang Fei's military uniform.

This usually proud and cold girl finally cried out in grief.

Yang Fei held Su Yinxue in silence, letting her vent her grievances, worries, and fears through her tears.

After a long, long while, Su Yinxue stopped sobbing.

She quietly nestled in Yang Fei's arms.

Su Yinxue felt warm and calm, like a wanderer finally returning home after a long journey.

"Let's go, we should leave here first."

Yang Fei was still somewhat concerned.

After breaking through to the Dark Force, he wasn't afraid of the Three Swords.

However, thinking of that incredible longsword, he couldn't let his guard down.

"Yes, let's go."

After crying in Yang Fei's arms, Su Yinxue's face became visibly softer.

She seemed as meek as a little bird, completely compliant.

Yang Fei and Su Yinxue got into the car.

Su Yinxue re-styled her hair and carefully touched up her light makeup.

She said softly, "Do you want to hear my story?"

Yang Fei lit a cigarette and smiled gently.

"Of course, if you're willing to tell."

Yang Fei started the engine, and the Range Rover drove out of the underground parking lot.

Outside, a light drizzle had begun to fall, though it was hard to tell when it had started.

Amidst the misty rain, Su Yinxue's voice sounded somewhat distant and ethereal.

"I come from a truly noble and prestigious family."

"Our entire family, from the Republic of China era, went through the warlords' turmoil, the War of Resistance, the Civil War, and then liberation up until the Great Ancestor's reform and opening up."

"The ancient family, despite numerous wars and hardships, remained standing strong."

Saying this, Su Yinxue smiled wryly.

"From what I've told you, you probably already realize that my background is very complicated."

Yang Fei nodded, thinking to himself.

"It's certainly complicated, I've long figured that out."

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