Ye Qiu had just stepped out of the car when the vehicle behind him came to a stop. Two foreigners emerged from it.
A chilling aura of menace emanated from them.
Ye Qiu glanced at the foreigners and asked calmly, “Assassins?”
“Heh, you’ve got a sharp eye, kid. Shame you’re about to die.”
The Smith brothers said, “Someone paid for your life.”
Ye Qiu replied, “Xu Minghui sent you, didn’t he?”
The Smith brothers exchanged a look, clearly surprised that Ye Qiu had so quickly identified their employer.
That small gesture confirmed Ye Qiu’s suspicion.
In truth, Ye Qiu had only asked casually, as the only person he’d recently crossed was Xu Minghui.
To his surprise, these assassins had no acting skills to speak of and had instantly betrayed their employer’s identity.
“Xu Minghui hired you two fools to kill me? What an idiot,” Ye Qiu scoffed.
Anger flared in the Smith brothers’ eyes.
Over the years, they’d roamed the world, eliminating international dignitaries and renowned tycoons. Being called fools was an insult they couldn’t bear.
“Big talk for a kid, daring to call us fools. Do you even know who we are?”
“Let us enlighten you, we’re in the top ten of the global assassin rankings.”
“Kid, prepare to die!”
With that, the Smith brothers each drew a dagger and advanced towards Ye Qiu.
At that moment, two streaks of sword energy struck with astonishing speed.
Before the Smith brothers could react, a bloody hole appeared in each of their chests.
“This…”
The Smith brothers stared at Ye Qiu in terror.
Ten seconds later, they collapsed, lifeless.
Their eyes remained open in death.
“Trash like you thought you could kill me? Like flies swatting at a tiger’s back, seeking death.”
Ye Qiu finished speaking, took out a vial of corpse-dissolving powder, and sprinkled it over the bodies.
Soon, a pungent stench filled the air as the Smith brothers’ corpses melted into a puddle at a visible rate.
Ye Qiu returned to his car and drove with Qin Wan straight to the hotel.
The two had a passionate encounter at the hotel.
Late at night, while Qin Wan slept soundly, Ye Qiu quietly slipped out of the hotel.
…
Meanwhile, at another hotel, in the presidential suite, Xu Minghui was still awake, waiting for good news from the Smith brothers.
He waited and waited, but no word came.
At that moment, a female model his bodyguard had arranged for poked her head out from the bedroom, cooing, “Boss, when are we going to bed?”
“I’ve already bathed three times.”
“Come on, hurry up~”
Xu Minghui instructed his bodyguard, “Contact the Smith brothers later and find out what’s taking so long. Why haven’t they reported back?”
“If the job’s done, let me know immediately.”
“And once it’s complete, make sure to transfer the final payment to them.”
“People like the Smith brothers can’t be crossed; we might need them again in the future.”
The bodyguard nodded, “Understood. Boss, you rest now. I’ll notify you if there’s news.”
“Mm.” Xu Minghui entered the bedroom.
Soon, he was entangled with the female model.
She was uninhibited and skilled, her moans particularly evocative, keeping Xu Minghui thoroughly engrossed.
In his excitement, Xu Minghui turned off the light, closed his eyes, and imagined the model as Lin Jingzhi.
“Lin Jingzhi, you filthy woman, I’m going to have my way with you.”
Xu Minghui was breathless with exertion.
Unbeknownst to him, a figure had silently appeared in the room.
It was none other than Ye Qiu.
Hearing Xu Minghui call out Lin Jingzhi’s name, Ye Qiu’s killing intent surged. He swiftly inscribed a talisman and sent it into Xu Minghui’s body.
Instantly, Xu Minghui seemed to be under the influence of a drug, his stamina soaring, tireless.
Ye Qiu then left the room as silently as he’d arrived.
The next day, a news story shook Jiangzhou.
“Xu Minghui, general manager of the Xu Group, died from overexertion in a Jiangzhou hotel.”
“According to sources, Xu Minghui died in the arms of a woman.”
…
Half a month passed in the blink of an eye.
The weather grew colder.
During this time, Ye Qiu spent his days treating patients at the hospital and his nights cultivating at home.
On the seventh day of the tenth lunar month, a Monday, Ye Qiu attended the hospital’s routine meeting in the morning, then led the Chinese medicine department’s doctors on ward rounds.
After finishing these tasks, he continued seeing patients.
At six in the evening, after work, Ye Qiu invited his colleagues from the Chinese medicine department to dine at the Dihao Hotel.
As they reached the hospital entrance, an old man stopped Ye Qiu.
The man had a short, cropped haircut, a lean face, and wore a black Tang suit. He appeared to be at least seventy years old.
“Are you Ye Qiu?” the old man asked.
“That’s me,” Ye Qiu nodded slightly, puzzled. “Sir, are you looking for me?”
“I want you to treat me,” the old man said.
Fu Yanjie interjected, “Old man, if you want to see the director, come back another day. Make sure to book an appointment online in advance, or you won’t get a slot.”
The old man ignored Fu Yanjie, looking at Ye Qiu and saying, “I’ve heard you’re the greatest medical sage in Chinese medicine in three hundred years, capable of curing any illness.”
“I don’t believe it.”
“So, I’ve travelled here from out of town to see if you’re truly skilled or just a fraud.”
Before Ye Qiu could respond, Fu Yanjie snapped, “How dare you talk like that, old man?”
“Our director earned the title of medical sage through real skill.”
“I’m not bragging, but no one in the world surpasses our director’s medical expertise…”
“Little Fatty!” Ye Qiu raised a hand to interrupt Fu Yanjie, saying, “This gentleman has come from afar to seek my treatment. That shows trust in me. Say less.”
The old man said, “Whether you’re truly skilled will be clear with a test.”
Ye Qiu asked, “Sir, what’s troubling you?”
“You’re a medical sage, can’t you tell?” the old man’s tone was sharp as he extended his left hand to Ye Qiu.
Ye Qiu grasped the old man’s wrist, checked his pulse for a moment, and said, “Sir, you’re in good health, no illnesses.”
The old man smiled, “You’re correct, I’m not sick.”
“Then you’re just messing around…” Fu Yanjie began, but a glance from the old man silenced him.
In an instant, Fu Yanjie felt as if he’d been plunged into an icy abyss, his hair standing on end.
The old man’s gaze was terrifying, like a sea of blood and corpses.
Fu Yanjie swallowed hard, frightened.
Ye Qiu also sensed that this old man was no ordinary person and asked, “Sir, since you’re not ill, why seek me out?”
“Is there something else you need?”
“May I have your name?”
The old man grinned, “I’m called Long Er!”
