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Ye Heng clearly caught the sinister look that Boss Sun had cast at him, but he ignored it.

"Two and a half million!"

This price far exceeds the reasonable valuation of that "useless" ancient sword.

The murmurs in the auction hall grew louder, with many people re-examining the dark dagger or casting curious glances at the unfamiliar young man.

Of course, most people think he's just a spendthrift rich kid.

He wanted to show off in front of his female companion because he had a little money.

The fat on Boss Sun's face twitched; he could tell that this knife was no ordinary object.

He had once seen an ancient cultivator's weapon, led by the group leader.

And this long sword has an aura that is extremely similar to that of the treasure.

He guessed that this was very likely also a magical artifact!

Therefore, he absolutely could not let that arrogant brat snatch the knife away.

"Two million eight hundred thousand!"

"Three and a half million." Ye Heng spoke again, raising the price even more aggressively than Boss Sun.

"you!"

Mr. Sun suddenly stood up from his seat, drawing everyone's attention.

Three and a half million yuan was more than the maximum amount of liquid funds he could use today. What was even more unacceptable to him was that this kid, who appeared out of nowhere, dared to embarrass him in public time and time again!

He stared intently at Ye Heng, his rough voice carrying an undisguised threat.

"Kid, keep your eyes peeled when you're out in the world! Some things aren't for the faint of heart! You might buy them, but not live to use them!"

The blatant intimidation instantly chilled the atmosphere in the auction hall.

The auctioneer frowned, about to speak up to maintain order, as threatening a guest to their face is unacceptable at any auction.

But when he thought of the power behind Boss Sun, he immediately swallowed his words of objection.

Ye Heng turned his head away, completely ignoring Boss Sun's threat.

"The auction house's rule is that the highest bidder wins. If you don't have the money, you can come to me to borrow it."

Upon hearing this, Gong Yichu quickly tugged at Ye Heng's sleeve.

"Ye Heng, this Boss Sun represents the Jiaolong Group. Be careful of their retaliation!"

Ye Heng gently patted Gong Yichu's hand, giving her a reassuring look.

I know what I'm doing.

These words seemed to have a magical power, instantly putting Gong Yichu at ease.

Of course, this is no coincidence.

Ye Heng injected his true qi into Gong Yichu's acupoints to achieve a calming and focused effect.

Only a master like him, skilled in both medicine and martial arts, could achieve this effect.

Ye Heng's words infuriated Boss Sun.

Ask him to lend you money?

If the Jiaolong Group hadn't been facing financial difficulties due to its efforts to deal with the Tianfeng Pavilion, would he be short of 3.5 million?

"Good! Very good! Kid, I'll remember you!"

After saying that, Boss Sun sat down angrily and stopped raising his sign.

Seeing this, the auctioneer quickly sped up the process: "Three million once! Three million twice! Three million three times! Sold! Congratulations, sir!"

With the sound of the gavel falling, the black dagger belonged to Ye Heng.

When Gong Yichu looked over at Boss Sun, it was clear that the other party was not going to let the matter rest.

This matter is unlikely to end here.

Ye Heng had stopped paying attention to that clown.

His mind was more focused on the ancient sword that he was about to obtain.

Although the sealing runes on the scabbard were faint, they gave him a vague premonition—this item might bring unexpected gains.

As for Boss Sun's threat? He didn't take it to heart at all. If that person knew what was good for him, he would let it go; if he really dared to do something, he wouldn't mind making the other party fully understand what it meant to court death.

The auction continued, but after the earlier incident, the subsequent bidding seemed much less exciting.

Ye Heng glanced at a few more items but didn't make a move. Even as the auction ended and he was completing the transaction, he could feel a cold, persistent gaze clinging to his back like a leech.

It's Boss Sun.

He stood not far away with his bodyguards, whispering something to the manager of Jizhen Pavilion, but his eyes kept glancing at Ye Heng, filled with undisguised resentment and scheming.

Ye Heng pretended not to see anything, calmly swiped his card, signed, and accepted the ebony brocade box containing the ancient sword. The box felt slightly heavy in his hand, and an extremely subtle, cool sensation emanated from the wood, causing a slight stirring in his heart.

"Ye Heng".

Gong Yichu approached, his brows furrowing slightly.

"Boss Sun definitely won't let this go. Maybe I should contact my grandfather. He has some connections in the antique street and should be able to keep us safe for now."

"No need, I can handle Boss Sun's threats."

Gong Yichu knew that Ye Heng was no ordinary person, so she didn't dwell on it too much.

"Okay, I believe you, but I have to go with you on the way back! Otherwise, I won't feel at ease."

Seeing her fearless attitude, Ye Heng couldn't help but laugh, "Aren't you afraid of danger? What if I see them rushing over and run away, leaving you behind?"

"I...I believe you're not that kind of person!"

Gong Yichu said stubbornly.

Although she was indeed a little scared, after these two encounters, she roughly understood Ye Heng's character.

The two left the Treasure Pavilion together.

Ye Heng sneered inwardly, but remained outwardly calm. After saying goodbye to Gong Yichu, he headed towards a quieter alleyway, the opposite of where he had come from.

Since someone is so eager to die, he doesn't mind cleaning them up as well.

The alleyway went deeper and deeper, with towering, mottled courtyard walls on both sides, and only a sliver of gray sky overhead.

Ye Heng deliberately lured the snake out of its hole by choosing this location.

Sure enough, after turning a near right angle around an old wall, the alley ahead was blocked by a black van.

Almost simultaneously, hurried and heavy footsteps came from behind. Four muscular men wearing tight black T-shirts blocked the way, forming a circle with the three men who jumped off the bread truck in front.

The seven men, each with fierce eyes and a menacing aura, were clearly thugs who had spent years licking blood from the edge of a knife.

Leading the group was none other than Mr. Sun from the auction. He had changed into a more practical black outfit, toying with a pair of heavy steel walnuts in his hands, a sinister grin on his face, as he strolled over from the bread cart.

Seeing the menacing look of this group, Gong Yichu's pretty face turned pale with fright.

Her little hand unconsciously gripped Ye Heng's arm.

"Ye Heng..."

"Don't worry, I'm here," Ye Heng whispered in her ear.

That one sentence put Gong Yichu at ease.

Boss Sun spat out a mouthful of saliva: "Kid, you've taken the wrong path, haven't you?"

"Anyone in Nanjing who dares to steal from me, Sun Biao, and publicly humiliate me is already three feet tall with weeds on their grave!"

"Hand over the stuff, kneel down and kowtow three times, and cut off one of your arms, then I might consider letting you crawl away."

Seeing that Ye Heng didn't speak, Sun Biao assumed he was scared out of his wits and became even more arrogant.

Ye Heng tilted his head slightly, as if he had heard something amusing, and said helplessly, "It seems you won't shed tears until you see the coffin."

"Hmph, still stubborn even when death is imminent!"

The bald, burly man behind Sun Biao was the first to lose his temper. He had long disliked Ye Heng's calm and composed demeanor and shouted angrily.

"Brother Biao, why waste words with this pretty boy! Cripple him first!"

Before he finished speaking, the bald, burly man charged out like a bull, his fist, as big as a bowl, whistling through the air, aimed straight at Ye Heng's face!

This punch was powerful and heavy, his signature move that had brought him fame and had knocked down countless opponents. He could almost see Ye Heng's nose collapsing and blood splattering, and a cruel pleasure flashed in his eyes.

"Kid, lie down for me!" he thought viciously.