A master of both medicine and martial arts, he picked up a beautiful CEO as his wife.

9:55 AM, B2 level.

The exit gate was closed, and only half the lights in the underground parking garage were on. Six people were backing a black SUV out of its parking space, the tires screeching on the concrete.

Ye Feng parked the car at the entrance of the passage and got out.

When the six men saw him, their first reaction wasn't to run, but to scatter—in a fan shape, blocking the three exits. The two on the outermost sides pulled out steel pipes from their lower backs. They were trained.

The leader had only uttered half a word.

Ye Feng was already in front of him. A punch landed on his chin, and the man slid down along the support pillar, the steel pipe clattering to the ground. The second man's wrist was twisted behind his back, his face pressed against the still-hot hood, steam rising with a hiss. The third and fourth men surrounded him from both sides, but Ye Feng didn't retreat an inch. With a sweeping kick, both legs were simultaneously knocked off the ground, and both backs of their heads slammed into the concrete.

He turned to run away on the fifth turn, but was grabbed by the back of his collar, pulled back, and pinned to the ground.

The last one, holding a steel pipe, stood three steps away.

He held the position for five breaths, and his hands trembled more and more violently.

With a clang, he threw it away himself.

Ye Feng flexed his wrists and glanced at his phone.

9:57.

From beginning to end, he didn't use a single breath of internal energy.

The meeting ended at 11:40.

Lin Yuqing walked out of the conference room, stopped at the window at the end of the corridor, leaned against the window frame, and took a breath. Her shoulders finally slumped.

Have you had breakfast?

She turned around. Ye Feng was leaning against the wall, holding two paper bags, one containing steamed buns and the other containing soy milk.

"When did you get up here?"

"9:59." Ye Feng handed over the bag.

"You said you wouldn't interfere."

"I didn't get involved." Ye Feng stuffed the steamed bun into her hand. "I just went to the underground parking garage first."

Lin Yuqing was taken aback: "The basement?"

"Those six people ran away from the 35th floor in the early morning. The property management closed the gate, and the cars were stuck inside," Ye Feng said. "I was going that way."

"Also," he added, "those three cars in the square weren't carrying reporters. They were planning to wait for you after the meeting and then ambush you in the parking lot. I let the tires out."

Lin Yuqing held the still-warm bun in her hand and suddenly smiled. As she smiled, her eyes reddened.

"Ye Feng".

"Um?"

"When I was inside talking to my uncle just now," she said, head down, "I wasn't thinking about my mother, nor about the 80 billion. I was thinking about—you outside the door."

Ye Feng didn't reply. He pulled a steamed bun from the paper bag, took a big bite, and mumbled, "Eat quickly, it's getting cold."

Zhu Wanqing's matter was settled at 3 PM. When Ye Feng came downstairs, there were still traces of the early morning at the elevator entrance: the fire door had been pried open, and several pieces of broken glass were scattered on the ground.

Where are they?

"Two are in the security room." Zhu Wanqing lay on the desk without even looking up. "You intercepted the six who escaped this morning. The police will come at 4:30 and take them all away."

"Let me take a look at those two first."

"What are you looking at?"

"Let's see which route it is."

Inside the security room, two men, their hands tied behind their backs, sat in the corner. When they looked up and saw Ye Feng, their eyes widened in surprise, followed by a fierce glint.

"Ye Feng!" one of them spat. "Don't be so smug. Wherever the boss's influence extends, you—"

Ye Feng walked over. He didn't use any special gestures, didn't strike a pose, and didn't even squat down. He simply casually extended two fingers and pressed them on the man's shoulder.

The man's words abruptly stopped. Not from pain. It was the realization that his hard-earned skills, honed over a decade, those things bulging beneath his skin that had allowed him to roam freely in Dongyang—

Beneath those two fingers, it crumbled like a pile of dried sand.

"you……"

"Six months ago, I fought a battle with a retainer of the Li family in the warehouse. I fought for about forty rounds and broke two ribs. The night before last, I fought a battle with something that wasn't human at Baicao Mountain and used up both of my lives."

"You lot, I haven't used a single bit of my true energy today."

The two men were deathly pale and couldn't utter a single word. Ye Feng turned to leave, but stopped at the door.

"Go back and tell Zhao Hui, or tell anyone who sent you."

"Don't come to Dongyang again," he said. "It's not that I can't beat you. It's just that I'm too lazy to bother with my own affairs over something like this."

He walked out of the security room, leaned against the wall, and rested for a while. He knew exactly what he was doing when he pressed down with those two fingers—the force was less than one percent of the mark.

Six months ago, when he first arrived in Dongyang, his most dangerous day was when he was cornered in an alley by a group of thugs wielding steel pipes. At that time, he thought he was ruthless enough.

Looking back now, those days seem as innocent as a joke.

Zhu Wanqing came from the other end of the corridor with a cup of coffee and handed it to him.

"What are you thinking about?"

"Just six months ago, I was working as a bodyguard downstairs in this building."

"You're a bodyguard now too," Zhu Wanqing glanced at him. "Has your salary increased?"

"It's gone up." Ye Feng took a sip of coffee. "From 100,000 a month, it's now including meals."

That night, the lights came back on in the conference room on the top floor of the Lin Group building. Not for a meeting. For dinner.

Zhu Wanqing ordered thirty takeout meals from downstairs and spread them out on a long table. People from the legal department, people from the audit department, interns who had been stuck overnight, and analysts who had worked through the night to adjust data—all squeezed around that table that was usually used to decide deals worth billions, eating their boxed lunches from plastic containers.

Ye Feng sat in the corner, chewing on a piece of pork rib. Half a year ago, when he first arrived in Dongyang, these people only regarded him as "President Lin's bodyguard" and "a wild boy from the mountains".

Now, when he enters, people will call out "Brother Ye".

Lin Yuqing sat in the crowd, holding her lunchbox, eating as she listened to the intern excitedly recount how she had blocked the fire door with an office chair in the early hours of the morning.

The girl stopped mid-sentence, realizing her mistake, and blushed, "Mr. Lin, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have..."

"Go on," Lin Yuqing said. "Tell me in detail. I want to include it in this quarter's awards."

Ye Feng thought this scene was even more beautiful than the surging sea of ​​clouds atop Nirvana Mountain. Halfway through the meal, Zhu Wanqing, carrying her lunchbox, sat down next to him.

"Ye Feng".

"Um."

How many do you have left?

Ye Feng paused for a moment while chewing.

"Who told you that?"

"I guessed." Zhu Wanqing took a bite of rice. "Six months ago, after that fight, you came back and could still argue with me. Today, when you went upstairs, you held onto the elevator wall. Did you think I didn't see it?"

Ye Feng smiled but didn't answer. Zhu Wanqing didn't press him either. She simply put the largest piece of pork rib from her lunchbox into his bowl.

"eat."

"Are you out of your mind?"

"It's my treat." Zhu Wanqing glared at him. "I've been through the last two days, so shut up."

A commotion arose at the other end of the dining table. One of Zhou Laowang's errand boys squeezed in, holding a brown paper bag in his hand.

"Brother Ye! Master Zhou sent me to deliver this!"

"What is it?"

"Master Zhou said...you shouldn't dismantle it in front of others."

He said, "The person in that photo—"

"It matches the page that was missing from the file in the old case of Mrs. Charlene from six months ago."