The evil dragon has been released from prison; it will only kill, not save!

Tiger walked slowly to the center of the private room, his cloudy old eyes sweeping over the people lying on the floor.

Then he looked at Qin Hao.

Tiger's momentum continues to rise.

Late stage of the seventh realm.

The pressure of the seventh level of ancient martial arts was released silently, and everyone in the private room felt a little more difficulty breathing.

The people from Fengtang and Yuntang subconsciously took a half step back.

Even Wei Shiyue tensed up.

"Young man," Tiger said, his voice hoarse and deep, "Your strength is not bad, but you shouldn't be here."

Qin Hao did not reply.

Tiger took a step forward, slightly raising his right palm—

Then he stopped.

It was as if they had been frozen in place.

His gaze passed over Qin Hao's shoulder and landed on a person standing to Qin Hao's right rear.

Fang Jiu Ming.

Tiger's pupils suddenly contracted.

"Mr....Mr. House?"

His voice changed tone.

The overwhelming momentum just now vanished completely in an instant.

Fang Jiuming took a step forward.

"Tiger, it's been ten years."

Tiger's lips were trembling.

"It really is Mr. Fang! You—what are you doing here?"

Helian Yuan was stunned.

Li Zechuan was stunned.

Everyone still standing in the private room was completely stunned.

Tiger Lord—the White Wolf's trump card that he had been offering for three years, a reclusive master in the late stage of the seventh realm—is called "Master Fang" by Fang Jiuming?

Fang Jiuming stood with his hands behind his back, his tone indifferent.

"Tiger, do you remember when I gave you some pointers in southern Xinjiang back then?"

Tiger nodded vigorously, his attitude respectful to the core.

"I remember! Of course I remember! If it weren't for your guidance, Master Fang, I wouldn't have been able to break through to the sixth level, let alone the seventh! Master Fang is practically my mentor!"

Fang Jiuming raised his chin in Qin Hao's direction.

"You see that? That's our leader."

Tiger paused for a moment.

He looked at Qin Hao, then at Fang Jiuming.

"The cult leader?"

"Tiger, it's been years, and you've grown quite bold." Fang Jiuming's tone wasn't harsh, but Tiger's back instantly hunched over. "I, Fang Jiuming, kneel and call him 'Master,' and you actually dare to lay a hand on him?"

Tiger's face turned pale.

"I...I don't know—Mr. Fang, I really don't know—"

He knelt down with a thud.

"Master, please forgive us! The tiger was blind!"

Helian Yuan's face had lost all color.

He turned to look at Tiger, his lips moving for a long time.

"Tiger Lord...you—"

Tiger Lord knelt on the ground and glared at Helian Yuan.

"Helian Yuan! Do you know who you've messed with! This guy—" He swallowed hard, "his subordinates, just one of them, Master Fang, is someone I can't touch! You want me to fight him? Do you think I'm tired of living?"

Helian Yuan's last bit of confidence shattered.

Tiger turned around and clasped his hands in greeting to Fang Jiuming.

"Mr. Fang, the tiger has taken his leave. I didn't see anything today."

Fang Jiuming waved his hand.

Tiger stood up, bowed to Qin Hao, and turned to leave.

He didn't even stop walking as he passed Li Zechuan.

The door to the back hall was closed.

The private room was so quiet you could hear your own heartbeat.

Helian Yuan stared at the closed door, feeling as if his bones had been removed.

Tiger is gone.

We've run out of cards.

He slowly turned his head and met Qin Hao's gaze.

"thump."

Helian Yuan's knee slammed into the ground.

"Young Master Qin...Master Qin, I surrender! From this day forward, the White Wolf Sect belongs to you! We'll provide whatever you ask for—people, territory, whatever you deem appropriate!"

Li Zechuan knelt down beside him as well.

"Master! I'm convinced!"

Qin Hao stood up.

"From today onwards, all members of the White Wolf Society will be merged into the Longhai Branch of the White Lotus Sect, and will be under the unified command of Jiang Qingqian. Helian Yuan, you will temporarily serve as the vice president and redeem yourself through meritorious service."

"Yes! Yes! Thank you, Master, for sparing my life!" Helian Yuan kowtowed to the floor.

Qin Hao turned and walked out.

Fang Jiuming and Wei Shiyue followed behind, and the people from Fengyuntang withdrew in an orderly manner.

The third floor of the Lanting Club was a mess, with dozens of people lying haphazardly on the floor, groaning all around.

After going downstairs, Qin Hao took out his phone and dialed Yu Zhendong's number.

"Chairman."

"Two things. First, prepare a dowry list, with the highest standards. Deliver it to the Lin Group tomorrow morning, to Lin Chutang."

There was a moment of silence on Yu Zhendong's end.

"……bride price?"

"Yes. Gold, jewelry, real estate, cars—you decide what to include. The total price shouldn't be less than one billion."

Yu Zhendong gasped, but quickly regained his senses.

"Understood. What's the second thing?"

"Wedding. The day after tomorrow, Longhai Peninsula Hotel, the entire venue is booked."

"Yes, are there any other requirements?"

"That's all. Send me the dowry list first thing tomorrow morning for review."

I hung up the phone.

Qin Hao walked out of the Lanting Club. The night wind blew in, carrying the salty and damp air of the harbor.

Behind him, Helian Yuan was still kneeling on the third floor.

He waited for a full five minutes to make sure Qin Hao was completely gone before getting up from the ground.

Li Zechuan leaned closer, his voice extremely low.

"Brother... are we really going to admit it like this?"

Helian Yuan patted the dust off his knees, his expression shifting between light and dark.

"Recognize? That word doesn't exist in my dictionary!" Helian Yuan glanced at him and took out his phone from his pocket.

He scrolled to a number in his contacts labeled "Heavenly Fiend".

"The people in the provincial capital are not to be trifled with."

Li Zechuan understood, and a sinister glint flashed in his eyes.

"What you mean, brother, is... to contact the Heavenly Fiend Alliance?"

Helian Yuan didn't reply, but only slightly curled the corner of his mouth.

……

The Qin family's old residence.

Qin Hao arrived home at almost 11 o'clock.

The living room lights were still on.

He pushed the door open and went in. Shen Youchu was sitting on the sofa, holding a tablet computer in her hands, but the screen was already black—she was obviously not looking at it.

She looked up when she heard the door open.

"You're back?"

His tone was neither warm nor cold.

Qin Hao changed his shoes and came in, pouring a glass of water.

"Second sister-in-law, are you still up so late?"

"I've been waiting for you." Shen Youchu put down the tablet, took off her glasses and placed them on the coffee table. "My third sister brought me back and left without saying a word. But you, without a word, disappeared for three hours."

"I took care of something."

"What is it?"

"The White Wolf Society".

Shen Youchu paused for a moment.

"deal with?"

"Yes, from now on, there will be no more White Wolf Society in Longhai."

Shen Youchu stared at him for several seconds.

She wanted to ask how it was handled, whether anything had happened, and whether anyone was injured—but the words caught in her throat.

"In the future, if something happens, could you please let your family know in advance?"

Qin Hao was taken aback.

"...Okay, I'll definitely say it next time."

Shen Youchu stood up and put her glasses back in their case.

"Alright, I have things to do tomorrow. Time for bed."

Shen Youchu went upstairs.

After Qin Hao finished drinking the water, he washed the cup and put it away, then picked up his coat and went upstairs to the second floor.

As he walked down the corridor, he sensed that Shen Youchu was in a bad mood, so he decided to go and apologize to her.

Shen Youchu's room is the second one on the left in the corridor.

Qin Hao walked to the door and raised his hand to knock.

The door wasn't closed properly.

The light from the hallway shone through the crack in the door, and the sound of running water could be heard from inside the bathroom.

Qin Hao withdrew his hand, deciding to discuss it at another time.

Just as he turned around—

"Click."

The bathroom door opened from the inside.

A figure wrapped in a bath towel walked out.

Her long, wet hair clung to her shoulders, and a bath towel barely covered her front, revealing a large expanse of her fair neck and collarbone.

Water droplets trickled down her hair, sliding over her delicate cheekbones.

Gu Zhaoning.