After Ye Qiu stepped out of the private room, Qian Duoduo turned to Xiao Tao and said, “Xiao Tao, you’re still injured. Stay here!”
“Take care of yourself.”
“If any bad guys come after you, call me right away.”
Xiao Tao hadn’t expected Qian Duoduo to be the one showing concern for her in such a dangerous moment. Tears welled up in her eyes as she said, “Brother Qian, it’s dangerous out there. Don’t go.”
“It’s fine.” Qian Duoduo smiled and quickly stepped out.
Xiao Tao hesitated for a moment before gritting her teeth and chasing after him, still pleading, “Brother Qian, you should stay in the room. Those people are like devils—truly terrifying.”
“Evil never triumphs over good. Whatever kind of ghosts they are, they’re dead meat if they cross me.”
Qian Duoduo struck a pose of righteous indignation.
Instantly, his image in Xiao Tao’s mind grew towering and heroic.
Little did she know, Qian Duoduo’s bravado stemmed entirely from having Ye Qiu by his side.
Without that, even with a thousand doses of courage, he wouldn’t dare act so bold.
Ye Qiu walked a bit further down the corridor and frowned.
Blood was everywhere on the floor.
The stench was overwhelming.
The once-bustling club was now eerily empty, save for the wreckage and bloodstains—no sign of anyone.
Qian Duoduo asked in shock, “Cousin, how come there’s not a single person around?”
Ye Qiu shot back irritably, “Are you dumb? Someone storms in slashing people—who’d stick around waiting to die instead of running?”
“Yeah, all the sisters got out,” Xiao Tao added.
Qian Duoduo clarified, “I meant the attackers. How come we haven’t seen a single one?”
“Didn’t you hear Xiao Tao earlier? They went up to the thirty-third floor,” Ye Qiu said.
His gaze suddenly landed on the elevator entrance.
There, on the wall outside the elevator, was a snake-shaped pattern.
It was fist-sized, with a coiled body, an upward-facing head, glowing green eyes, and a slightly open mouth revealing a crimson tongue. An aura of evil radiated from it.
Ye Qiu recognized it instantly—it was the totem of the Witch God Cult!
“So it’s you guys.”
A murderous intent flashed across Ye Qiu’s face as he let out a cold snort.
“Cousin, who’re you talking about?” Qian Duoduo asked.
Ye Qiu ignored him.
Back in the room, Xiao Tao’s description had already made him suspect the attackers’ style matched the Witch God Cult. That’s why he’d come out to investigate.
Now, seeing this totem, he knew his guess was spot-on.
Strange—why would the Witch God Cult target the Green Wolf Gang?
What’s their goal?
Ye Qiu pondered for a moment, then a realization hit him.
Could it be that the Witch God Cult is vying with Dragon Gate for territory?
The cult had previously established branches in many cities. Over the past year, as Dragon Gate swept through the northern fourteen provinces and moved south, numerous Witch God Cult branches were uprooted, suffering heavy losses.
This infuriated the cult’s leadership, who sent many experts to assassinate Cao Yuan. Yet, not only did they fail, but they also lost several elder-level masters, severely weakening the cult.
“It seems the Witch God Cult has shifted its strategy—now they’re competing with Dragon Gate for turf to halt their expansion.”
Another question crossed Ye Qiu’s mind.
“The Ninth Eunuch has been keeping tabs on the Witch God Cult. Why hasn’t he made a move when they’re attacking the Green Wolf Gang?”
“Is he unaware, or does he know and just doesn’t care?”
“Whatever. Since I’ve run into them, I’ll take them out first.”
With that thought, Ye Qiu asked Qian Duoduo, “You want to stay here or come with me?”
“What’s the difference?” Qian Duoduo asked.
Ye Qiu replied, “Staying here is safer. Coming with me might get… exciting.”
Qian Duoduo grinned. “Wherever you are, Cousin, I’m there. I live for excitement.”
“Then let’s go.”
Inside the elevator, Qian Duoduo noticed Xiao Tao standing alone outside, injured and looking pitiful. Feeling a pang of sympathy, he said, “Xiao Tao, want to come with us?”
She hesitated, then stepped in.
As she entered, she saw Ye Qiu press the button for the thirty-third floor.
“You’re going to Fifth Master’s office?”
Xiao Tao was stunned. “Those demons headed up there. If nothing’s changed, they’re probably in his office right now.”
Ye Qiu said calmly, “I know.”
You know and you’re still going?
Are you nuts?
“Isn’t it… dangerous to head to Fifth Master’s office right now?”
Xiao Tao almost said “suicidal” but caught herself, remembering Ye Qiu was Qian Duoduo’s friend.
“You wanted to say I’m courting death, right?” Ye Qiu chuckled. “It’s not me seeking death—it’s them.”
Them?
Xiao Tao’s eyes widened. “You know those demons?”
Ye Qiu gave her a once-over. Decent looks, nice figure. “You’re not too dumb—your brain matches your face and body. Duoduo, if you like her, you could take her as a side piece.”
Qian Duoduo panicked. “Cousin, don’t talk nonsense…”
“She’s still a virgin.”
Ye Qiu’s words left Qian Duoduo dumbfounded and Xiao Tao blushing.
Ding!
They reached the thirty-third floor.
The elevator doors opened, revealing two men standing outside, exuding a sinister aura.
Witch God Cult members!
Xiao Tao’s face paled, about to warn Ye Qiu, but before she could speak, he lunged forward, grabbed both men by the throats, and squeezed.
Crack!
Their throats shattered.
Both dropped dead instantly.
“Holy crap, Cousin, you killed them?” Qian Duoduo’s face twisted in terror, nearly wetting himself.
Xiao Tao stared at Ye Qiu in shock, clearly not expecting him to kill.
“Isn’t it exciting?” Ye Qiu glanced back at Qian Duoduo with a sly smile. “The real thrills are yet to come.”
In the next instant, Qian Duoduo and Xiao Tao watched as Ye Qiu turned into a blur and shot forward.
The corridor was lined with dozens of Witch God Cult members.
Ye Qiu moved like an emotionless reaper. Wherever he went, cultists fell. In just a few minutes, over thirty lay dead in pools of blood.
“Crap, Cousin’s killed so many—he’s in deep trouble now!”
Qian Duoduo, who’d never seen such a scene, felt his legs turn to jelly.
Xiao Tao was equally horrified. In her eyes, Ye Qiu’s actions now seemed even more terrifying than those “demons.”
A few more minutes passed.
The corridor was now empty of living souls except for the three of them—and over fifty corpses.
Ye Qiu asked, “Where’s Sun Wu’s office?”
“Up ahead,” Xiao Tao replied, pointing to the end of the corridor, her voice tinged with respect and fear.
Ye Qiu strode forward.
