Tomb raiding: Those who achieve immortality all have tattoos.

Wu Xie: ...In the end, I still misplaced my trust.

Lao Jiu walked over and sat down next to Chen Yan, handing him a handkerchief. Chen Yan took it and wiped his hands; the handkerchief was warm.

Hei Xiazi looked at the group and said with a smile, "Brothers, aren't you hungry? Let's eat first."

but.

Wu Xie and the others looked at the person a few steps away.

Wu Xie asked, "Who is she?"

He guessed it was someone from the Wang family, but he didn't know if Chen Yan had any female subordinates, so he asked who it was.

As if he had just remembered Su Nan, Chen Yan said, "Su Nan, come on, let's go together."

Su Nan pursed her lips, stepped forward, and sat down next to A Ning.

Ah Ning's hand, which had just picked up the chopsticks, froze, and she abruptly turned her head to look at Su Nan.

With a sigh, Su Nan said, "Your brother is with Mr. Wang, and he's alright."

Ah Ning subconsciously looked at Chen Yan, who waved his hand and said, "Don't worry, Mr. Wang only has these people left now. He won't touch these children, since he has no one else to use."

Suddenly, Hei Xiazi said, "Fourth Master, from what you're saying, Mr. Wang is planning to go into hiding?"

"certainly."

While cooking the vegetables, Chen Yan said thoughtfully, "After all, it seems he's guessed my identity."

Su Nan's lips twitched. Was that a resemblance?

That's what they guessed. Not only did they guess, but they also scared Mr. Wang so much that he almost ran away that very night.

We're afraid you'll try to extort money from us, which would bring the Wang family under the scrutiny of the Mafia.

Wang Yueban asked suspiciously, "What's your identity? The Fourth Master of the Nine Gates? Isn't that something everyone knows?"

Chen Yan didn't answer, only focusing on eating. Wang Yueban didn't seem to mind, and while serving food to Wu Xie and Zhang Qiling, she said, "Fourth Master, is there anything we need to do here? Are there any tombs on this snow mountain?"

"Eat first, and you'll find out after you've eaten."

Old Nine picked up the conversation, said a sentence, glanced at Wang Yueban, and Wang Yueban smiled awkwardly without saying anything more.

A group of people, except for Zhang Qiling, were eating on the snowy mountains of Motuo, sweating profusely.

Zhang Qiling ate the blanched version, while everyone else ate the spicy version.

When the hot pot was removed from the stove, everyone looked at Chen Yan, waiting for him to speak. Suddenly, they noticed that Chen Yan's originally fair face was flushed, and his forehead was covered in fine sweat.

Not only that, Chen Yan's lips were also bright red and glistening with moisture.

The corners of her eyes were even reddish.

This was the first time anyone had ever heard Chen Yan speak like this.

Hei Xiazi felt a tickle in his heart, thinking that Chen Yan was like a cat that had eaten its fill and was begging to be petted.

Zhang Qiling looked at him strangely. This person can't handle spicy food, so why is he eating such spicy food?

Looking at Chen Yan, Wu Xie felt strange. After all, Chen Yan had always given him the impression of being roguish, domineering, and even decisive and uncompromising.

The difference between him and the person he is now, who looks completely satisfied but is secretly and cautiously opening his mouth and sticking out his tongue... is just too great.

Old Jiu, standing nearby, helplessly poured a cup of tea and placed it in front of Chen Yan: "Let's see if you'll still eat such spicy food in the future."

Chen Yan gulped down the tea, hissing and mumbling, "How was I supposed to know it was so spicy?"

Chen Yan looked towards the door: "Someone come here."

After the waiter came in, Chen Yan said, "Go ask who bought this seasoning. Don't buy this brand again!"

"...yes."

The waiter turned and left, and everyone in the room held back their laughter, not daring to look up at Chen Yan.

Chen Yan grabbed Lao Jiu's arm, took a clean handkerchief from his pocket, leaned back in his chair, and raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

He said, "Alright, I'm full. Let's go see the person we need to see."

What?

Who?

Wu Xie and the others stopped laughing and all looked up at Chen Yan.

Chen Yan got up and walked out, tugging at his collar, loosening his tie, and unbuttoning two buttons.

Only then did I feel the burning sensation all over my body subside a bit.

It was so spicy that he was sweating all over.

I will never eat such spicy food again.

Chen Yan, Lao Jiu, Wu Xie, Wang Yueban, Hei Xiazi, Zhang Qiling, Su Nan, and A Ning.

The eight of them left the Lama Temple together, with A Ning leading the way, and the group headed towards the other side of the snow mountain.

After walking for about an hour, everyone's heat subsided, and they started to feel cold. Wang Yueban shivered and asked, "Fourth Master, where are we going?"

"arrive."

After Ah Ning finished speaking, everyone looked over and saw a village-like place not far away. Outside the village, there were countless men, all carrying submachine guns.

Wu Xie and Wang Yueban exchanged a glance, not understanding what was going on, and followed Chen Yan toward the village.

Upon arriving at the village entrance, the waiter made way for Chen Yan, who then stepped into the village.

One after another, houses that sheltered from the wind were built irregularly in front of them. Wu Xie and Wang Yueban looked around.

"Why is nobody here?"

Wang Yueban whispered to Wu Xie, who shook his head: "I don't know."

Who knew that after turning a corner, they would understand why there was no one there: everyone had been tied up.

Ah Ning stepped forward and said, "Bring their chieftain out."

"Yes."

The guard at the door pushed open the door, and the guards inside grabbed a man and shoved him out.

The man's face was defiant and stubborn. When he saw Chen Yan, his pupils shrank. Although he quickly lowered his head, everyone was watching him and naturally noticed his unusual behavior.

Chen Yan raised an eyebrow: "This is interesting. The chieftain of the Kangbaluo tribe, even with a different face, still remembers me?"

The man was speaking in Tibetan, meaning, "I don't know you. What do you want?"

However, Chen Yan didn't care at all. The waiter brought over a chair and placed it behind Chen Yan. After Chen Yan sat down, he put one leg up on his back.

He tapped his leg lightly with his fingers, a mocking smile playing on his lips: "You don't really think that, as a branch of the Zhang family, your disguise skills can fool the patriarch of the main Zhang family, do you?"

The man's expression froze, and he fell silent.

Zhang Qiling looked at him, frowned slightly, and said nothing.

Wang Yueban, standing to the side, shouted, "Our young master is the head of the Zhang family! Think carefully before you speak!"

"Fatty, I advise you to confess. Our Fourth Master is not someone you can handle."

Wu Xie didn't speak, his eyes constantly scanning the man and the room behind him.

After a long silence, the man finally spoke, "How did you recognize me?"

It's Mandarin.