Gao Wu: I'll enjoy the benefits, but you'll bear the side effects.

Huang Muran was about to make a pretext and try to cover up what had just happened with some far-fetched reasons, but Gao Jie sighed deeply, his sigh filled with disappointment and helplessness.

Then, Gao Jie said in an unusually calm tone, "I hope you will stop hiding this matter and stop lying to us. We just want to hear the truth, the truth that truly comes from your mouth."

Gao Jie stared intently at Huang Muran, his gaze seemingly able to penetrate his soul and reach the depths of his heart.

"Besides that, we shouldn't consider anything else, and I don't think you can easily find the Qin Family Ancestral Hall to visit. Who would want to go there?"

Gao Jie voiced all his doubts and questions. In this tense situation, these questions seemed particularly important, like hidden bombs that could explode at any moment and shatter the fragile alliance they had built.

Moreover, Gao Jie has now got his sights set on everything. His keen insight and unwavering determination make him realize that he must find out all the relevant details, or he will not give up easily.

He is like a persistent hunter; once he has locked onto his target, he will never give up easily and will always pursue the truth.

Now, faced with these pointed questions from Gao Jie, Huang Muran was at a loss for words.

His lips trembled slightly, and his eyes revealed a hint of panic and struggle.

He remained silent for a long time, the silence so profound it seemed to engulf him, creating an oppressive atmosphere.

Huang Xu couldn't help but say, "Just say what you need to say. You should know very well what this situation means. This is no joke. If you can't even figure this out, you should know what the consequences will be."

Huang Xu's voice carried a hint of anxiety. He crossed his arms, his brows furrowed, and his eyes were filled with a longing for the truth.

"And you should be aware of the current situation, shouldn't you?"

Hearing these words, Huang Muran seemed to have finally made up his mind, but he just sighed heavily.

He raised his head, his eyes filled with a complex expression—helplessness, guilt, and a hint of relief.

Moreover, Huang Muran didn't seem to have considered these related matters much at all. After all, the problems in front of him were always so incredible, like a huge mystery, leaving him deeply involved and at a loss.

"Now that you two have asked about this, it would be too much of me to not tell you."

Huang Muran slowly began to speak, "The Qi Boss you just met is my uncle. He's the one who told me the Qin family's secret because he discovered that Sister Wen and I were together. He told me to be careful because the Qin family is now preparing to target Sister Wen."

Upon hearing this, Gao Jie and Huang Xu were both so shocked that their eyes widened and their mouths opened slightly, unable to utter a word for a moment.

But they quickly sorted out the details of the matter in their minds and figured out the reasons behind it. Because Sister Wen often went against them, it was quite normal for such things to happen in the complex power structure of Jinling.

And, no joke, what's right here is a complex situation that no one can easily resolve or handle.

The entanglements of interests and power struggles among the various families form a vast and intricate web, tightly binding them all within it.

Moreover, Boss Qi also knew that if this issue wasn't clarified by now, it wouldn't be a good thing for anyone.

Having spent many years navigating the complexities of life in Nanjing, he was well aware of the intricacies involved.

Moreover, he did indeed want to expand his influence to another street, and without Sister Wen's influence interfering, it would definitely not be easy for him to get there.

This was a rare opportunity, and he naturally wouldn't let it slip by easily.

Huang Muran also admitted: "It was indeed something I deliberately wanted you to know about the Qin Family Ancestral Hall. Of course, I had no other intentions or thoughts. I just hoped that you could understand and help with this matter."

A hint of sincerity appeared in Huang Muran's eyes as he tried to explain his original intentions to Gao Jie and Huang Xu.

"I don't want this situation to cause any problems between us; I just hope things can calm down for now."

"We have all become pawns in their game, so I think everyone must be very careful. Otherwise, there is no better way. After all, you have all seen the current situation."

Huang Muran's words carried a hint of helplessness and emotion. In the power vortex of Jinling City, they were powerless to control their own destiny and could only drift with the tide, striving to find opportunities for survival and breakthrough.

Upon hearing these words, Gao Jie and Huang Xu exchanged a glance, both seeing worry and seriousness in each other's eyes.

They also understand that the current problems are probably not as simple as they imagine.

Ultimately, it all comes down to Sister Wen being sacrificed, but Gao Jie and the others don't want anything to happen to her like this.

Although Sister Wen had only known them for a short time, a subtle bond had formed between them amidst this complex situation. Gao Jie was definitely not the kind of person who would stand by and watch someone die.

Furthermore, what's even more incredible than the present situation is that the circumstances before us are always so complicated.

The open and covert struggles and conspiracies between various forces make it difficult to guard against them.

After considering these things, Gao Jie immediately decided that he had to inform Sister Wen in advance, otherwise, things might be difficult to handle tomorrow.

He knew that only by letting Sister Wen know about the Qin family's conspiracy in advance could they find a glimmer of hope in this crisis and turn the tide.

It was already past midnight when the three of them got back, and Sister Wen had long since gone to bed.

The house where Sister Wen lived appeared exceptionally quiet in the night. Gao Jie and the others stood outside the door, hesitating for a long time, but in the end, they couldn't bear to disturb her.

When she wanted to speak the next morning, Sister Wen was called away to a meeting.

Gao Jie and the others waited anxiously outside Sister Wen's residence. As time passed, their anxiety grew.

Even after the boxing match started, Wen Jie was nowhere to be seen, so Gao Jie had no choice but to step into the ring, where his opponent was none other than the incredibly domineering Little Tyrant!

At this moment, Gao Jie was filled with helplessness and unease, but he also knew that no matter what, he had to face this battle, for himself, for Sister Wen, and for survival and dignity in Jinling City.

"What, it's you again? Weren't you said to be enemies with the Qin family? How did things get like this?"

Gao Jie looked at the little tyrant in front of him with suspicion, his eyes full of incomprehension and confusion.

"Can't we sit down and talk things out? Do you have to betray us like a thief?"

His voice, tinged with a hint of questioning, echoed through the empty space, seemingly trying to awaken the little tyrant's heart, which was blinded by hatred.

Upon hearing this, Little Tyrant frowned slightly, a fleeting hint of hesitation crossing his face, but it was quickly replaced by determination.

"Gao Jie, I know you're a good person, but some grudges I have to avenge myself. I know the Qin family needs people, so I'm prepared to offer a pledge of loyalty. Please, you must let me win today."

The little tyrant's eyes revealed a resolute determination. He clenched his fists tightly, as if to show Gao Jie his resolve.

"Only if I win will I truly have the ability and qualifications to enter the Qin family, and only then can I win over Miss Qin. Otherwise, I will have no chance at all. Do you understand?"

His voice carried a hint of urgency, as if he were pleading with Gao Jie to understand his situation.

Hearing this, Gao Jie frowned. This was not something he had considered, and it seemed that the problem might have changed.

Countless thoughts flashed through his mind as he tried to figure out the real purpose behind Little Tyrant's actions.

What exactly is going on here?

Gao Jie was at a loss for words. He opened his mouth, but then closed it again in despair, lost in thought.

Little Tyrant, however, had already begun warming up. He twisted his neck and loosened his joints, making "crackling" sounds, as if he was preparing to do his best to win today's match.

At this moment, Gao Jie also noticed that Qin Hailong and Xu Wenfeng had arrived with their men. They stood on one side of the field, their eyes revealing a hint of pride and anticipation.

Furthermore, Little Tyrant exuded an extraordinary aura, an aura that seemed to be an invisible pressure enveloping the entire arena.

Gao Jie's eyes instantly sharpened, capturing the unusual aura emanating from the Little Tyrant with the precision of a hawk.

He immediately concluded that the kid must have taken some special drugs to cause his extraordinary performance.

The drug might be some kind of powerful stimulant passed down in the Qin family, which could greatly enhance a person's strength, speed, and reaction ability in a short period of time, making Little Tyrant seem like a completely different person, reborn, with his combat power soaring dramatically.

A hint of wariness flashed in his eyes, like a cheetah sensing impending danger, and all the muscles in his body tensed up instinctively.

He secretly pondered a solution, his brain working like a high-speed precision instrument, rapidly analyzing the current situation.

He knew that against an opponent whose strength had been greatly enhanced by drugs, conventional tactics would be unlikely to be effective. He had to take the opponent by surprise and find the weaknesses that Little Tyrant might expose under the influence of drugs, such as his endurance or subtle flaws in his movements caused by the drugs.

Thinking of this, Gao Jie couldn't help but frown. The deep wrinkles on his forehead were like ravines, revealing his inner worry and solemnity.

At the same time, he was convinced that today's fight would be extremely fierce, and the final result would inevitably be that one person would be carried off—either himself or the Little Tyrant.

He knew perfectly well that this battle was not just a simple contest of fists and feet; it involved a power struggle between various forces and was a brutal showdown concerning life, death, and dignity.

If she fails, not only will she risk her life, but she will also drag her friends into trouble, and the Qin family's conspiracy will succeed, plunging Sister Wen into an abyss of no return.

Thinking of this, Gao Jie took a deep breath, tried to calm himself down, and stretched his shoulders.

His shoulders were like two small mountains, rising and falling slightly with his movements. Every muscle contained great power, as if accumulating energy and preparing to meet the upcoming challenge.

As the referee gave the order, the two men slowly walked over, like two lions about to engage in a life-or-death struggle, and touched gloves together.

The moment the gloves collided, a dull thud was heard, as if the battle horn had been sounded.

Then, they began to prepare for today's duel, each taking a few steps back, getting into position, their eyes locked on each other, the air thick with the smell of gunpowder.

As the first round began, both players tested each other's strength, hesitant to launch a full-scale attack.

Little Tyrant has actually improved a lot recently, and under the careful training of the Qin family, he can be said to have made a qualitative leap compared to before.

His steps were light and agile, like a dancer gracefully moving on ice, yet they carried a deadly killing power.

His fist techniques were fierce, each punch accompanied by a whistling sound, like the howl of a demon, as if demonstrating to Gao Jie his strength and invincibility.

In other words, even after improvements, the Little Tyrant (a popular Chinese game console) remains an extremely troublesome problem.

Moreover, the aura emanating from him was much stronger than before. That aura was like a surging tide, surging towards Gao Jie wave after wave, seemingly about to completely submerge Gao Jie in this powerful aura.

Gao Jie frowned, secretly marveling at the Little Tyrant's progress.

"It seems you've been practicing your skills diligently lately, haven't you?"

He tried to distract the little tyrant with words, breaking the suffocating tension, while also looking for the other's weakness.

His voice was steady and calm, yet carried a subtle hint of probing.

The little tyrant gave a cold laugh, a laugh as icy and chilling as frost in the dead of winter.

"I won't hide it from you, my strength is far greater than before. If you don't believe me, you can try it and I'll surprise you!"

His words were full of confidence and arrogance, as if victory was already in his grasp.

After saying that, he charged at Gao Jie like a mad bull, his fists raining down on Gao Jie's head and body.

Each of his punches contains immense power; if you are hit, you will surely suffer severe damage.

Gao Jie felt a strong wind blowing on his face, the wind carrying the force of Little Tyrant's punch, making his cheeks sting, as if he were being pricked by countless tiny needles at the same time.

He quickly dodged to the side, his body as agile as an eel, dodging left and right to prevent the little tyrant from hitting his face.

While dodging, he seized the opportunity and kicked the little tyrant hard in the shoulder.

This kick was like an arrow released from a bow, containing the full power of Gao Jie's body. It was as fast as lightning. If it hit, it would definitely injure and knock the Little Tyrant to the ground.

Strangely, this time the Little Tyrant dodged. His body moved like a ghost, quickly flashing to the side. His movements were so agile that Gao Jie missed his target.

This sudden turn of events caught Gao Jie completely off guard. He was slightly startled, realizing that this opponent was even more difficult to deal with than he had imagined.

Faced with this situation, Gao Jie readjusted his mindset and launched an even more ferocious attack on him.

He unleashed his unique skills, his fists and feet crisscrossing and intertwining, like a magnificent martial arts feast, yet concealing deadly intent.

His fists flew like cannonballs towards the Little Tyrant; his leg techniques were like sharp long knives, drawing deadly arcs in the air, trying to break through the Little Tyrant's defenses.

But it was as if Little Tyrant had another pair of eyes, always able to detect something was wrong in advance. His reaction speed was astonishing, and he dodged Gao Jie's attack with lightning speed.

Not only that, he also took the opportunity to block Gao Jie's sweeping leg, and used the force to slam into Gao Jie's back.

The blow was like a mountain pressing down on him, causing Gao Jie to feel a sharp pain, as if a hot iron had been pressed against his back. His body involuntarily staggered forward a few steps.

This sudden turn of events took everyone by surprise. The audience fell silent as if frozen in place, before erupting in gasps of astonishment.

Everyone swallowed hard, deeply captivated by the fierce battle and worried about Gao Jie's situation.

Huang Muran became even more nervous. He stood at the edge of the field, his hands clenched tightly together, his knuckles turning white from the force.

His eyes were fixed on Gao Jie on the field, and he kept loudly reminding Gao Jie to pay attention to defense and counterattack. However, Gao Jie's injury seemed to be quite serious, and his movements became slower, gradually putting him in a passive situation.

Xu Wenfeng and Qin Hailong, however, wore smiles and smugness. They were like two cunning foxes, filled with joy at the prospect of their trap successfully capturing its prey.

They seemed to have already envisioned Little Tyrant's victory, as if everything was under their control and the situation in Jinling City would develop smoothly according to their plan.