An untimely voice suddenly rang out from the doorway, startling everyone in the living room.
The bald man and the other accomplice quickly turned their heads towards the entrance, only to see a handsome young man standing at the villa’s doorway, grinning at them.
“Who are you?”
“How did you get in?”
The two shouted sharply.
Zhang Zihao saw Ye Qiu, a hint of surprise flashing across his face as he asked, puzzled, “Mr. Ye, what brings you here?”
“Boss Hao, you know him?” the bald man asked.
Zhang Zihao said, “I met him this afternoon at the Xu residence. He’s Xu Yuanzheng’s granddaughter’s husband.”
“Xu Yuanzheng’s granddaughter’s husband? What’s he doing here?” The bald man frowned.
Ye Qiu swaggered into the living room and sat down on the sofa opposite Zhang Zihao. Glancing at the red wine on the coffee table, he smiled and said, “Zhang Zihao, you’re living quite the lavish life, aren’t you?”
“Mr. Ye, you jest. By the way, how did you find this place?”
Zhang Zihao was baffled. This location was extremely well-hidden. How had Ye Qiu tracked it down?
Ye Qiu smiled faintly, “For me, finding you is child’s play.”
Zhang Zihao asked again, “Brother, I wonder,”
“Who the hell is your brother!” Ye Qiu cut Zhang Zihao off, saying, “You’re a bandit, and I’m a good man. Don’t call me brother, you’re not worthy!”
Zhang Zihao’s face stiffened.
The bald man, hearing Ye Qiu’s words, cursed angrily, “Kid, Boss Hao calling you brother is him showing you respect. Don’t be ungrateful.”
Zhang Zihao’s other accomplice chimed in, “Kid, I suggest you show some respect to Boss Hao, or I won’t go easy on you.”
“Go easy on me? Heh,” Ye Qiu grabbed a wine glass from the coffee table and flung it.
“Bang!”
The glass smashed into the guy’s head, and instantly, blood streamed down his forehead.
“Damn it, you dare lay a hand on me? I’ll kill you!”
Zhang Zihao’s accomplice roared in fury, quickly pulling a switchblade from his pocket, ready to teach Ye Qiu a lesson.
“Stop!”
Zhang Zihao glared at his accomplice, then asked Ye Qiu, “Mr. Ye, what’s the purpose of your visit?”
Ye Qiu asked, “You looted a Korean royal tomb. Have you really sold everything from it?”
Zhang Zihao countered, “Mr. Ye, are you here for the tomb’s treasures?”
Ye Qiu neither confirmed nor denied.
Zhang Zihao said, “Mr. Ye, if that’s what you’re here for, I’m afraid I must disappoint you. Everything we took from the tomb has already been sold. I told you this during the day.”
Ye Qiu smiled, “Made a good profit, didn’t you?”
Zhang Zihao chuckled, “Not much, just a few hundred million.”
“Tch, tch, tch, a few hundred million, and you say it’s not much? Your appetite’s huge.” Ye Qiu then asked, “How’s Jin Changxu doing?”
“Mr. Ye, rest assured, Jin Changxu is fine.”
“Good to know.” Ye Qiu continued, speaking to Zhang Zihao, “I have one more thing to ask you.”
“Please, go ahead, Mr. Ye.”
Zhang Zihao couldn’t figure out Ye Qiu’s intentions, so he remained polite and cautious in their conversation.
Ye Qiu grinned, “How do you want to die?”
Zhang Zihao’s eyelids twitched. He saw killing intent in Ye Qiu’s smile.
This man meant trouble!
Zhang Zihao’s hand moved to his lower back, gripping his gun, and he said calmly, “Mr. Ye, what exactly do you mean?”
“No need for games. I’m here to kill you,” Ye Qiu said. “Zhang Zihao, you’ve committed countless heinous crimes in China. You should’ve known this day would come.”
Zhang Zihao’s expression darkened, his eyes fixed on Ye Qiu. “You’re not just Xu Yuanzheng’s granddaughter’s husband, are you? Who are you really?”
“Ever heard of the Underworld Palace?”
At those words, Zhang Zihao’s face changed drastically.
“You’re from the Underworld Palace?”
Ye Qiu nodded with a smile.
Cold sweat broke out on Zhang Zihao’s forehead.
Though he had never dealt with the Underworld Palace directly, he knew of its existence, a terrifying organisation under the Chinese military, with members said to possess extraordinary skills.
Ye Qiu said, “The Underworld Palace heard you were in Korea and sent someone to find you. I never expected you’d show up right in front of me. Zhang Zihao, your time is up.”
Zhang Zihao was no ordinary bandit. Even after learning Ye Qiu’s identity, he remained composed.
“Mr. Ye, can you let me off?”
“If you spare me, the five million dollars in front of you is all yours.”
“If that’s not enough, once Old Xu gives me the five billion, we can split it fifty-fifty.”
Ye Qiu sneered, “Trying to bribe me? Let me tell you, bribing a member of the Underworld Palace adds to your crimes.”
Zhang Zihao, unfazed, continued, “Mr. Ye, name your terms. Whatever you want, if I can provide it, I will.”
Ye Qiu asked, “Anything I want?”
Zhang Zihao nodded.
Ye Qiu laughed, “I want your head. Can you give me that?”
At this, the bald man couldn’t hold back, “Boss Hao, why waste words on this kid? Just take him out.”
With that, the bald man pulled out a gun.
But before he could fire, Ye Qiu swiftly grabbed a banknote from the five million dollars on the table and flicked it with his fingers.
“Whoosh!”
The thin banknote turned into a streak of light, like a flying knife, piercing the bald man’s forehead in a flash.
“Thud!”
The bald man collapsed, eyes wide open, dead with unresolved grievances.
Zhang Zihao was shocked. He hadn’t expected Ye Qiu to be so skilled.
His other accomplice, seeing the bald man killed, charged at Ye Qiu with the switchblade, “I’ll kill you!”
“Bang!”
Before he could get close, Ye Qiu sent him flying with a single punch, crashing into a wall over ten metres away, dead on impact.
This,
Zhang Zihao’s heart surged with shock.
Without hesitation.
Zhang Zihao drew the gun from his lower back, pointed it at Ye Qiu’s head, and said, “Don’t move, or I’ll shoot.”
With that, he pulled the trigger.
“Bang!”
The bullet whistled towards Ye Qiu.
Zhang Zihao grinned viciously.
He didn’t believe Ye Qiu could dodge a bullet, sitting face-to-face less than two metres apart.
But to his shock, the bullet struck Ye Qiu’s forehead with a “ding” and ricocheted off.
Ye Qiu was unscathed.
“What the hell, what kind of monster are you?”
Zhang Zihao’s pupils shrank.
“I’m no monster. I’m Ye Qiu. If you’re not convinced, you can complain to the King of Hell.”
A golden light glowed on Ye Qiu’s fist as he struck out from a distance.
“Boom!”
Zhang Zihao didn’t even have time to scream before Ye Qiu’s punch obliterated him, blood and flesh flying everywhere.
