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

Zhao Hui watched the live broadcast of the press conference at his private club.

As Zhu Wanqing's investigation revealed each and every financial chain to be projected onto the big screen, Zhao Hui paused, his wine glass splattering, spilling a few drops of wine that stained his pristine white clothes like a patch of glaring blood.

"They've found us here?" His eyes narrowed slightly, his usual gentle smile slowly turning icy. He was smug about how flawless his "public opinion operation" had been; he wore seven or eight layers of white gloves, confident that no one could trace the clues back to him. Who knew that the Zhu family women's ability to investigate and trace back accounts was so ruthless and precise!

"Young Master Zhao!" A lazy voice rang out from outside the door.

Ye Feng walked in with his hands in his pockets, looking completely unconcerned, as if he were strolling in his own backyard. Behind him, the burly bodyguards who had tried to stop him were lying sprawled in the corridor, clutching their wrists and groaning in pain, too weak to even get up.

Zhao Hui witnessed this scene, and his hand holding the wine glass involuntarily tightened slightly—these bodyguards were highly skilled retired fighters hired at great expense; seven or eight strong men couldn't even get close to them, yet in Ye Feng's hands, they couldn't even make a single move before being dragged to the ground. This man's strength was far more terrifying than he had imagined.

However, Zhao Hui was still Zhao Hui after all. That moment of surprise was fleeting, quickly replaced by his usual gentle composure. He even personally poured Ye Feng a glass of wine and placed it on the opposite table, treating him like a long-lost friend rather than an enemy who had kicked over all his bodyguards and barged in. This composure in the face of imminent collapse was the foundation upon which he had risen to his current position in Dongyang and beyond.

"Dr. Ye, distinguished guest." He smiled, "Why didn't you first offer your congratulations?"

"I've come to thank Young Master Zhao for his dirty water." Ye Feng sat down opposite him, setting the wine glass aside without touching it. "Thank you for giving me the opportunity to shout those four words right under everyone's noses in Dongyang—'No money required!'"

Zhao Hui's smile froze for a moment. The slander he had fabricated was originally intended to make Ye Feng and Lin Yuqing infamous. Unexpectedly, the lucrative opportunity turned into a rotten egg, not only saving Ye Feng and Lin Yuqing's reputation of "the innocent are innocent" but also exposing his own dirty tricks—picking up a stone and then smashing it hard on his own foot.

"Dr. Ye is truly making fun of me." He suppressed his anger, picked up his wine glass, and took a sip. "I don't understand."

"Don't you understand?" Ye Feng chuckled, lightly tossing the document on the ground. It was evidence pointing directly at Zhao Hui's financial activities. "Then, does Young Master Zhao understand?"

Zhao Hui glanced at it sideways.

His pupils involuntarily constricted.

But he still remained stubborn:

"A few empty promises, there are at least eighty or a hundred people in Dongyang City asking me to do them favors. Does that have anything to do with me, Zhao Hui?"

Where is the evidence?

"The evidence is in President Lin's hands, and it's where it should be."

Ye Feng's body was slightly hunched over.

A sharp, icy edge appeared on the thug's face!

"I'm not here today to sue you."

"Sue me, and President Lin will deal with you slowly!"

"I'm here to say something to you."

He looked into Zhao Hui's eyes.

He said it word by word:

"Your most hidden 'former employer'"

You're the one who's stopping me from going back to Nirvana Mountain.

They still wanted to cause trouble for Lin Yuqing.

Zhao Hui's hand holding the wine glass trembled.

He didn't expect Ye Feng to pinpoint the real mastermind behind the scenes.

And this person wasn't afraid of him at all.

He was clearly afflicted with a death curse and could die at any moment.

And you still say that!

"You need to go back and tell him."

Ye Feng spoke slowly and deliberately.

Although the sound is soft.

But every word was filled with murderous intent:

Lin Yuqing is my woman.

Nirvana Mountain is the home I want to return to.

Anyone who touches these two things will have their hand chopped off.

He wants it.

He went to Dongyang.

Stand before me.

A crack finally appeared in Zhao Hui's pretense.

"Dr. Ye," he said in a lower voice, "you only have a few breaths left if you're not dead."

You're so arrogant.

Can we handle it?

You'll die the moment the calamity strikes.

"President Lin, who can protect you now!"

His words were insidious and accurate.

They have found Ye Feng's biggest weakness.

The death knell is shortening day by day.

Ye Feng felt a chill run down his spine.

But his expression remained unchanged.

He knew Zhao Hui was bluffing him.

To test how confident he really is.

It is precisely in times like these that you must remain calm.

"Can we hold on?"

Ye Feng stood up and looked down at him:

"No need for you to worry about that, Young Master Zhao!"

"But it's you guys..."

He didn't turn back when he reached the door.

"This time at the construction site,

supplier,

Information warfare

You've lost three games, each one more humiliating than the last!

Ye Feng reminded Zhao Hui of something:

"Give up while you still have a chance."

Returning to the position of Young Master Hui

If they continue to act arrogantly and domineeringly here...

Be careful not to play all your cards.

Even my favorite character was ruined!

As they spoke,

He suddenly turned his face to the side again.

A sly smile hides a knife:

"By the way..."

Just a quick note,

Your "employer"

I've used you for so many years

Did I ever give you my true heart?

The Li family

Tianheng

Which one is a pawn in your "master's" game?

When he needs the 'key' you require,

How long can you, this old gun that's been used to take bullets for the "boss," last?

"you!"

Zhao Hui's expression changed.

He understood the key point Ye Feng was referring to.

The needle struck the spot he didn't want to touch.

He picked up his wine glass but couldn't speak for a long time.

"Hmph!" With a flick of his wrist, Ye Feng drifted away.

The door slammed shut with a creak!

Watching his departing figure, Zhao Hui's fingers, gripping the wine glass, pinched out a white mark, leaving a faint imprint on the rim of the glass.

Half a day later, he tilted his head back and downed the entire glass of red wine, his eyes cold!

"Ye Feng!" he muttered. "Three! Just three rounds. This game has only just begun." He picked up his phone and dialed a password-protected number: "Hello, hello, please connect. Keep things quiet in Dongyang; don't let that guy get away. This kid is much more difficult than we thought. Tell the higher-ups it's time to make a move! We need the 'key' to the woman next to him; give it to me quickly." After saying this, Zhao Hui hung up the phone, looked out at the dark night sky, and a slight smile played on his lips: "Hehehe..."

Ye Feng won three matches.

Unfortunately, he knew that Zhao Hui's three "defeats" were all against insignificant small fry; the real big move was yet to come. The giant net that was sending the "key" towards Lin Yuqing was quietly unfolding!