Faced with Qin Chuan's blatant provocation, Han Peng's molars were nearly ground to pieces.

However, the white prayer beads hovering before him felt like a bullet poised to penetrate his skull at any moment, making him extremely apprehensive.

With no other choice, he could only swallow down his resentment and humiliation.

Even the most vengeful Han Peng dared not act rashly; naturally, the others had no choice but to swallow their impotent anger.

"Does anyone else have any objections to what I just said?"

His cold gaze swept over the crowd, finally resting on Wen Bingtao: "Chairman Wen, what do you think?"

As he spoke, Qin Chuan flicked his fingers, and a prayer bead similarly hovered in front of Wen Bingtao.

This blatant threat left the people present labeling Qin Chuan as 'arrogant'.

Qin Chuan was indifferent to this.

If one doesn't live wildly in youth, should they wait until they're old and slow to be wild?

If a rule isn't established today, from now on, Ye Qingmei would never have peace.

So, be it arrogance or boldness, Qin Chuan was determined to set the rules here.

He wanted all those present to fear him and Ye Qingmei as if they were tigers!

Upon hearing this, Wen Bingtao was not afraid but instead reached and touched the prayer bead on his brow, a greedy look flashing in his eyes.

"Qin Chuan, I admit you currently have the capital to set rules, but..."

Wen Bingtao silently withdrew his hand and said blandly: "To set rules above me, I fear you're not quite there yet."

From his earlier observations, he had already guessed that while the prayer beads were powerful, grandmaster-level experts could, to a certain extent, resist some of their influence.

Although Xiang Dongsheng and he were both grandmasters.

But, as Granny Qiu said, grandmasters also vary in level and strength.

Wen Bingtao's power far surpassed Xiang Dongsheng's, so he was confident he could withstand the prayer beads before him.

Of course, with Qin Chuan surrounded by experts now, he wouldn't foolishly go head-to-head with Qin Chuan at this critical juncture.

If the prayer beads entangled him and then the other experts rushed forth, no matter how powerful Wen Bingtao was, he would inevitably face death.

"You may not acknowledge my rules, but you must obey them!"

Qin Chuan did not relent: "Let me remind you, if Wen Lan dares to provoke those by my side, I'll hold the Silver Fox Commerce Association responsible for it."

"Ridiculous!"

Wen Bingtao sneered, even as he suddenly waved his hand and struck the white prayer beads with his palm.

The prayer beads that Xiang Dongsheng couldn't move at all were shot away directly in front of Wen Bingtao.

Qin Chuan's gaze suddenly sharpened, just as he was about to activate the prayer beads, a fair hand suddenly blocked his way, catching the rapidly shooting bead steadily.

"I heard someone doesn't take the rules set by my little Chuan seriously?"

Ye Qingmei appeared slowly, her aura completely different from her usual gentle and dignified demeanor.

Her mouth curled up slightly, and her ordinarily gentle eyes now carried a unique charm.

Even in her every movement, there was an alluring demeanor.

Yet, nobody dared to look too long.

At this moment, Ye Qingmei was like a bewitching mandala flower, beautiful yet deadly.

"Little Chuan, Aunty Mei is going to teach you something today: those who are soft cannot command troops!"

With those words, the prayer beads in Ye Qingmei's hands shot out like a bullet, swiftly appearing before a top fighter behind Wen Bingtao.

This fighter, famous for many years, was accustomed to operating at a high level of competency.

Upon seeing the prayer beads, he reacted almost immediately, but ultimately, it was too late.

Before he could raise his hand, the bead pierced directly through his brow and promptly returned to Ye Qingmei's hand.

This move was called Willow Leaf Hand, a pure demonstration of strength control, not the inherent capability of the prayer beads.

Even if she had thrown an ordinary pebble instead of a prayer bead, it would become a lethal hidden weapon.

Looking at the blood-stained beads in her hand, Ye Qingmei ignored the blood, watching the crowd with amusement: "Haven't seen blood in nearly ten years, it seems you've all forgotten about me?"

Seeing the sudden appearance of Ye Qingmei, the crowd instinctively stepped back a few steps, their gaze towards her filled with genuine fear.

"Didn't they say the Demoness was injured? Killing with a flick of her finger—this is called injured?"

"Could she intend to start a massacre? Is the tragedy of ten years ago about to repeat itself?"

"This is bad, the Demoness holds grudges fiercely. If I'd known she wasn't injured earlier, not even if Xiang Dongsheng swore the sky was blue, would I involve myself in this mess."

The name Demoness struck terror, so much that many people's legs began to tremble.

Even the composed Wen Bingtao now showed a hint of trepidation.

The Demoness was already troublesome enough, and now with Qin Chuan by her side, if she were determined to stay, Wen Bingtao feared he'd suffer considerably even if he survived.

Realizing this, Wen Bingtao began to contemplate retreat.

"What's the matter? Yelling so fiercely earlier, saying you were out to seek revenge, and now that I'm standing here, you're all silent?" Ye Qingmei mocked.

At this moment, Han Peng, who had been intimidated by Qin Chuan earlier, angrily exclaimed: "Demoness! Return my brother's life!"

"There's actually someone who's not afraid to die?"

Ye Qingmei chuckled, her gaze falling on Han Peng before pausing: "How is it you again?"

"Yes, it's me, a blood feud that can't coexist under the same sky. Even if I chase you to the ends of the earth, I'll kill you!" Upon seeing his enemy, Han Peng became nearly rabid.

He knew he couldn't defeat Ye Qingmei, let alone with Qin Chuan by her side.

But the hatred had driven him mad.

He had only one thought in mind now, and that was to perish together with Ye Qingmei.

"I, the Demoness, never kill fools, get lost." Ye Qingmei waved her hand, and the blood-stained prayer beads struck Han Peng, sending him stumbling back.

"Demoness, a warrior can die but not be humiliated; if you have the skill, then kill me!" Han Peng struggled to get up.

"Fool!"

Ye Qingmei rolled her eyes at him: "I told you ten years ago, your brother wasn't killed by me."

"Demoness, stop lying; if not you, then who?" Han Peng demanded.

"I've spilled more blood than your entire Dragon Hall combined; why would I need to lie to you?"

Ye Qingmei sneered, her gaze sweeping the crowd: "Let me repeat what I said ten years ago, the ones I kill, the Demoness, deserve to die. As for others who died, investigate if you want. Sling whatever accusations you want at me. I don't have the time to participate in your self-vindication games."

"Impossible, impossible..." Han Peng refused to believe: "You must be lying; you must be lying."

"Idiot."

Ye Qingmei couldn't be bothered to respond and then looked at Wen Bingtao: "Was it just you claiming my little Chuan is unworthy of setting rules before you?"

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