Warning! A hidden dragon has emerged!

This was the first time the arrogant Ge Qianshan had encountered such a powerful opponent.

A sense of powerlessness and frustration welled up within him, and he asked in a deep voice:

"Junior brother, are you sure that kid is only an eighth-rank?"

"Senior brother, he's only twenty-one years old."

Song Yunhui asked urgently:

"Let alone an eighth-grade grandmaster, even among seventh-grade grandmasters, how many people in the entire Dragon Kingdom can reach such a level of martial arts skill at the age of twenty-one?"

A 21-year-old seventh-grade master is already extremely rare.

A ninth-rank Grandmaster? That's unheard of.

A silence instantly enveloped everyone.

Qin Quan's power is beyond the comprehension of normal thinking.

After a long while, Ge Qianshan's voice finally came through the phone.

"I need all the information on that kid."

"That's not a problem. I'll have someone investigate immediately."

"Can!"

Ge Qianshan's voice became unusually heavy.

"The Martial Alliance can no longer take action; this matter must be handed over to the Wind and Rain Pavilion."

All members of the Martial Alliance are registered. He can handle one or two casualties, but if there are too many casualties and the headquarters finds out, the consequences will be unimaginable.

The Wind and Rain Tower is different. It is a top global assassin organization with an undefeated record, and is the nightmare of countless important figures.

It is rumored that the owner of this building once personally killed a Martial Emperor realm expert.

Once a mission is accepted, it will be fought to the death.

Song Yunhui's heart tightened. Asking Fengyulou to help meant spending even more money.

Spending money on him is like cutting off his flesh.

However, he couldn't sleep or eat properly if he didn't kill Qin Quan.

So, I had no choice but to bite the bullet and reply:

"I'll leave everything to my senior brother's arrangements."

"Ten billion, transfer it to my account immediately. Qin Quan will be dead in three days."

Ge Qianshan was blunt and demanded money directly, leaving no room for negotiation.

Song Yunhui's lips twitched, feeling a sharp pain in his heart, but he gritted his teeth and agreed.

"good!"

The phone hangs up.

He looked up at Fang Mushou, who was driving, and the latter instantly understood through the rearview mirror.

Their relationship with Qin Quan had reached a point where it was either him or her death.

If Qin Quan doesn't die, they will suffer the destruction of their family and the loss of their home.

"I will sell my assets and try to raise six billion by tomorrow afternoon."

Fang Mushou said through gritted teeth, his eyes filled with determination.

Song Yunhui breathed a sigh of relief and quickly seized the opportunity to start making grand promises.

"Old Fang, as long as you kill Qin Quan, I will spare no effort to help you become the richest man in Jincheng. Even in Lanchuan, the provincial capital, you will have a place."

"Haha, then thank you very much, Master Song."

A glimmer of hope rekindled in Fang Mushou's eyes, and his grip on the steering wheel became a little firmer.

……

Meanwhile, in the hotel room.

Qin Quan and Lin Wanrou's enthusiasm had been dampened.

Lin Wanrou, in particular, was still shaken by what had just happened, and said in a trembling voice:

"Qin...Qin Quan, you...you killed someone?"

"If I don't kill him, he'll kill us."

Qin Quan sat back on the bed, his sharp gaze fixed on Lin Wanrou like a hawk, taking in every subtle expression on her face.

He wanted to see if this pure Yin body was worth cultivating.

The assassins had already put knives to their necks, and she still cared whether they lived or died?

Such a person is either a saint or a fool.

Even if she has a pure Yin constitution, it's not worth spending a lot of money and energy to cultivate her.

If the opposite is true, then it's all worthwhile.

After a brief moment of distraction, Lin Wanrou quickly regained her senses and realized the seriousness of the situation.

"These kinds of people deserve to die! Even if the police come to investigate, it's just self-defense, and no one can punish us."

Qin Quan was quite satisfied with this answer.

The proprietress is neither a saint nor brainless; she's barely passable.

He patiently continued to explain:

"This is the world as you perceive it, but in the real world of martial arts, murder and vendettas are commonplace."

"As far as I know, martial artists are not under the jurisdiction of the police station, but are directly managed by the Martial Alliance and supervised by the Hidden Dragon."

"I see."

She has done a lot of research these past two days.

I inquired with the guards at Qing Shi Farm, learned about the martial arts realm levels, and also knew that this place was divided into two worlds.

The martial arts world where martial artists live and the mundane world where ordinary people live.

Boom boom boom!

Just then, a crisp knock came from the broken doorway.

Immediately afterwards, two police officers, led by the hotel manager, strode in.

The leading female police officer pulled out her identification and said coldly:

"Hello, I am from the Jincheng Police Station. This is my identification. Please come with us for questioning."

But she realized something was wrong halfway through her sentence.

A cold gaze instantly locked onto Qin Quan, and he asked in surprise:

"Why is it you?"

"Why can't it be me?"

Qin Quan raised an eyebrow and recognized the other person as well.

Sun Ruonan is the captain of the first field patrol team of the police station. She was also the one who went to Qingcheng Group to arrest Shen Tianfang and Yao Guangsheng last time.

"Could the deceased downstairs also be someone who came to kidnap President Lin?"

Sun Ruonan asked tentatively.

"Congratulations, you answered incorrectly."

Qin Quan pointed to the dagger on the ground and said:

"He didn't come to kidnap President Lin, he came to assassinate us. This dagger is the best evidence; it's covered in his fingerprints. Also..."

He looked at Sun Ruonan thoughtfully. Not only was she beautiful, but her impressive chest was so large that it almost burst the buttons of her uniform.

"Her curves are too numerous to describe" is an understatement for her voluptuous figure.

Hmm... Kardashian!

Her figure is even better than Kim Kardashian's.

Seeing Qin Quan's gaze sweep over her from head to toe, Sun Ruonan suppressed her anger and coldly pressed, "What else? Explain yourself."

"This matter is probably beyond your scope of responsibility."

"You mean: there are things our police station can't handle?"

Sun Ruonan's tone carried a hint of resentment, and even a touch of contempt.

"The deceased was a grandmaster-level martial artist, and so am I."

Qin Quan's tone was calm, yet it carried an undeniable confidence.

Upon hearing this, Sun Ruonan's expression changed drastically.

"Are you sure he's a martial arts master?"

Qin Quan was too lazy to waste words and threw a punch.

A strong wind howled, and the fist's shadow solidified, heading straight for the bathroom door.

boom!

With a loud crash, the tempered glass door of the bathroom shattered, and the steel door frame broke instantly.

Sun Ruonan and the hotel manager were stunned by this sudden turn of events.

The power of this punch was comparable to a grenade explosion, extremely terrifying.

Little did they know, Qin Quan had only used one percent of his strength.

If it were to strike with full force, the entire building would likely collapse.

Sun Ruonan quickly composed herself, her expression becoming extremely serious.

"President Lin, Mr. Qin, given your special status, I will immediately report this matter to the Six Doors and the Martial Alliance for joint handling. Please try not to leave Jincheng and cooperate with our inquiries at any time."

"Thank you for your hard work, Officer Sun. We have no plans to leave Jincheng for the time being."

Lin Wanrou quickly stepped forward to respond, her tone gentle and poised.

At that moment, she fully understood the meaning behind Qin Quan's words.

Martial artists are indeed not comparable to ordinary people.

No matter how powerful the police are, they can't control the affairs of the martial arts world.

Secular laws are meaningless in the face of martial artists.

Sun Ruonan asked two unimportant questions symbolically before hurriedly leaving with another police officer.

They come quickly and leave quickly.

The hotel manager, however, looked at the damaged door and approached with a fawning expression.

"Mr. Lin, I'm so sorry to have startled you and Mr. Qin. But this damaged door..."

"Deduct it from my deposit."

Lin Wanrou spoke indifferently, too lazy to argue.