My disciple, you are now invincible. Go down the mountain and wreak havoc on the world!

"Daddy, Daddy, I was wrong, please, forgive me!"

Zhao Zhenyu blushed with shame, an overwhelming sense of humiliation rising to his head, yet he seemed possessed, repeatedly kowtowing to Ye Xunhuan and calling him "father."

Upon receiving the token, the security guard's expression instantly changed. He snapped to attention, gave a crisp military salute, and said, "Greetings, sir!"

The shame on Zhao Zhenyu's face instantly turned into shock.

Commander?

They call this wild boy from the mountains "Chief"?

How is that possible!

He must have made a fake token!

If Master Long finds out later, let's see how he dies!

Su Qingyuan was already dumbfounded, and now she looked at Ye Xunhuan with even more confusion.

Ye Xunhuan put away the token, patted the security guard on the shoulder, and said with a smile, "Don't be nervous, I'm just here to have fun, don't take it seriously."

"Yes, sir!" the security guard said respectfully, then personally opened the gate and welcomed them in, even bowing to Ye Xunhuan.

After Zhao Zhenyu called out "Dad," he had completely lost face, and the excruciating itching was gone.

He was filled with hatred, wishing he could slap himself twice. He kept cursing Ye Xunhuan in his heart, calling him a damned bastard who had bewitched him.

Zhao Zhenyu followed behind the crowd, his heart filled with anger and resentment.

But he quickly reassured himself that the kid must have stolen the token from somewhere, so it wouldn't have helped him get in!

Lord Long and the God of War are both inside. If he dares to show his face, he will definitely be beaten to death on the spot!

Upon entering the club, the interior is even more clearly divided into distinct sections.

Outside the outermost field, hundreds of scions of ordinary wealthy families in Jiangcheng were crammed together, only able to look at the archery range from a distance through the barbed wire fence, not daring to even speak loudly.

Inside the central area, there were only a few dozen prominent figures from Jiangcheng, accompanied by Long Xiaotian's subordinates. They were all extremely cautious, not daring to even breathe loudly.

In the very center of the archery range, there were only two people.

One was Ling Jinghong, dressed in a black outfit and with a tall and straight posture like a pine tree.

Her long hair was tied in a high ponytail, she held a silver composite bow in her hand, her eyes were sharp as an eagle, and she exuded a powerful aura that kept strangers at bay, like a sword drawn from its sheath.

The other one is Long Xiaotian, the underground emperor of Jiangcheng.

This ruthless character, who had dominated Jiangcheng for thirty years and killed without blinking an eye, now stood half a step behind Ling Jinghong like a primary school student, with a cautious smile on his face, not even daring to straighten his back.

"Wow! That's War God Ling! He's so handsome!"

"My God! Master Long is so respectful! I've never seen Master Long like this in my entire life!"

"Don't speak! Keep your voice down! If Master Long's men hear us, we're finished!"

The scions of wealthy families outside were all flushed with excitement, whispering among themselves, their eyes filled with admiration and awe.

Su Qingyuan was also stunned. She stood at the very front of the outer area, staring intently at Ling Jinghong, and murmured softly.

"This is a true powerhouse! Beautiful, cold, and fierce, she also guards the frontier."

"This is the kind of life that all women envy."

"If only I had even one ten-thousandth of her abilities."

As she spoke, she subconsciously turned to look at Ye Xunhuan beside her.

Ye Xunhuan wasn't even looking at the archery range. He was squatting on the ground, holding half a sausage he'd bought from the roadside, feeding a stray cat that had somehow wandered in.

He was humming an off-key song: "The senior sisters on the mountain are as beautiful as paintings, they all bend over and marry me..."

A deep sense of disappointment welled up in Su Qingyuan's heart.

The difference is too big.

One is a female war goddess who is the focus of everyone's attention and whom even the underground emperor of Jiangcheng treats with utmost respect.

One was a mud-covered guy squatting on the ground feeding cats, lounging around like a slacker.

The two of them are from completely different worlds.

Grandpa's forced marriage was indeed a huge joke.

She sighed softly, turned her head, and continued to look at Ling Jinghong, her envy growing stronger.

What she didn't know was that Ling Jinghong actually saw Ye Xunhuan as soon as she entered the room.

When she saw that familiar figure, Ling Jinghong's hand holding the bow trembled slightly, her eyes softened instantly, and a smile that only she herself could understand unconsciously appeared on her lips.

She instinctively wanted to put down her bow and go over to give her beloved junior brother a big hug.

But just then, she saw Ye Xunhuan shake his head slightly, a hint of mockery in his eyes, signaling her to keep quiet.

Ling Jinghong immediately understood.

This kid is up to his old tricks again.

It's unclear whether he'll personally slap himself in the face this time, or whether his senior sister will have to intervene.

She quickly composed herself and resumed her cold, aloof demeanor.

But her gaze would still occasionally drift towards Ye Xunhuan, who was squatting on the ground playing with the cat.

The doting look in his eyes was beyond words.

Long Xiaotian was extremely astute and immediately noticed the God of War's unusual behavior.

When he followed the God of War's gaze, he only saw a young man wearing a tattered T-shirt squatting on the ground feeding a cat. He was very puzzled, but dared not ask any questions. He could only stay with him more carefully.

Zhao Zhenyu finally came to his senses. He saw Su Qingyuan looking at Ling Jinghong with envy in her eyes, so he started performing again.

He cleared his throat and deliberately spoke loudly:

"Qingyuan, don't worry. I'll call my brother Qian in a bit and ask him to tell Master Long to take us inside."

"I'll introduce you to Master Long, and he can put in a good word for you. Maybe you can even get a photo with the God of War."

"Hehe..." Ye Xunhuan, who was squatting on the ground feeding the cat, suddenly chimed in with a mocking laugh:

"What's a group photo? If I'm happy, what's a little dining with the God of War?"

"Ye Xunhuan, don't talk nonsense. If the God of War hears you, you'll be beheaded." Su Qingyuan blushed with embarrassment at Ye Xunhuan's words.

He fed the cat as soon as he came in, and now he's standing up and bragging. He's really made her lose face.

Zhao Zhenyu almost died laughing, looking at Ye Xunhuan with a mocking expression, "It's possible that I could ask Master Long to introduce us, say a few good words for us, and get a photo with the God of War."

"You're bragging, saying you'd dine with the God of War? What the hell are you thinking?"

Upon hearing this, the wealthy young men around immediately gathered around, all looking at Zhao Zhenyu with fawning expressions.

"Young Master Zhao is awesome! He actually managed to get into the inner area!"

"Young Master Zhao, could you please show me around? I'd like to get to know Master Long too!"

"Young Master Zhao, if you take me inside, I'll buy you a sports car!"

Zhao Zhenyu, flattered by the praise of the crowd, became even more smug.

"Don't worry, we're all brothers. If I have a bite to eat, you'll have a bite to drink."

"I'll talk to Master Long later and take you all inside for a look around."

As he spoke, he glanced provocatively at Ye Xunhuan and said sarcastically, "Unlike some people, who are useless even if they sneak in, they can only squat on the ground feeding cats and can't even touch the door to the inner area."

Ye Xunhuan didn't even look up, continuing to feed the cat as if he hadn't heard him.

Zhao Zhenyu became even more arrogant, thinking that Ye Xunhuan was just bragging and wouldn't dare to talk back to him.

After a while, Ling Jinghong shot an arrow and accurately hit the bullseye fifty meters away, hitting the bullseye perfectly.

"good!"

"Ling Zhanshen is amazing!"

Thunderous applause erupted both inside and outside the stadium.

Taking the opportunity, Zhao Zhenyu shouted, "Ling Zhanshen! I love you! You are our goddess!"

He shouted very loudly, trying to get Ling Jinghong's attention.

Ling Jinghong didn't even lift his eyelids, and continued to draw his bow and shoot arrows.

Long Xiaotian frowned and gave a wink to his subordinates.

Two bodyguards in black immediately approached, looking coldly at Zhao Zhenyu: "Shut up! If you dare to make another sound, we'll break your legs!"

Zhao Zhenyu trembled in fright and dared not speak again. His face turned bright red, and he wished he could disappear into the ground.

The people around them dared not speak, all keeping their heads down, afraid of getting into trouble.

Zhao Zhenyu felt both ashamed and angry. He dared not blame Long Xiaotian, so he could only vent all his resentment on Ye Xunhuan.

It's all because of this brat! If it weren't for him, I wouldn't have made such a fool of myself!

He grew angrier the more he thought about it, and seeing Ye Xunhuan still leisurely feeding the cat only fueled his rage.

He walked over and kicked Ye Xunhuan in the backside, saying viciously, "Where did this beggar come from? Get lost! Don't sully Ling Zhanshen's eyes here!"

Ye Xunhuan dropped the sausage in his hand to the ground.

He slowly raised his head, and the warmth in his eyes gradually subsided.