Fan Yi's figure suddenly came to a halt.

The next second, he dumped the limp Yi Long onto the ground.

Fan Yi's narrow eyes, sharp like a hawk, stared at Yi Long.

"I warn you, don't try to find out Brother Fei's identity,"

"Otherwise, you won't even know how you died!"

A thick murderous aura, as if tangible, spread out from Fan Yi.

Yi Long was also an old hand in the Mortal World, he had seen blood and killed people.

But he had never seen such a terrifying murderous aura.

Yi Long couldn't imagine how many lives this guy had taken to emanate such a formidable aura of killing intent?

His whole body felt cold, knowing he had violated Brother Fei's taboo.

Yi Long nodded silently and said, "I understand, I'm sorry."

Fan Yi coldly stared at Yi Long for another three seconds.

Finally, he hoisted Yi Long onto his shoulder and strode away.

In the Lanting Hotel, Lin Xueyi's room.

Yang Fei handed Zhang Lifang the entirety of Kong Erhu's phone.

He said with concern, "All the videos and photos should be on this phone, keep it safe."

Zhang Lifang rushed over to take the phone.

She carefully turned on the phone and located the storage files.

Zhang Lifang opened the folder and after just one look, her pretty face turned deathly pale.

Then her face flushed a deep red, as though blood might drip from it.

Lin Xueyi watched from the side as Zhang Lifang's embarrassed and awkward demeanor elicited a sigh.

She stood up and pushed Yang Fei away, "Go, go, go, my room is not a place for a big man like you to loiter around."

Yang Fei, seeing the expressions of Lin Xueyi and Zhang Lifang, understood that the two women had some private words to exchange.

He laughed and said, "Whatever you have to say, say it quickly. When you're done, I have more explosive news to announce."

Having said that, Yang Fei hummed a tune as he left Lin Xueyi's room.

Inside the room, Zhang Lifang flipped through photos and reviewed videos, one by one.

With each photo and video she viewed, she shivered as if chilled to the bone.

Zhang Lifang truly couldn't imagine, if these videos and photos got out...

Even worse, if these things caught fire on the internet.

Would she still have the courage to live in this world?

A well-off and graceful woman of wealth and beauty, being secretly filmed.

That in itself was already a hot topic.

Especially those photos, with their extreme angles...

Zhang Lifang wished that a bolt of lightning would strike her down and turn her to ash.

Her tears began to flow, drop by drop.

Lin Xueyi looked at Zhang Lifang's expression and sighed.

In her heart, she felt quite sympathetic towards Zhang Lifang.

Considering Wu Wei's character, his private life was in utter disarray.

Even if Zhang Lifang had a man, most of the time, she was alone in her room.

After Wu Wei's death, Zhang Lifang's emotional support collapsed, leaving her lonely, empty, and cold.

Zhang Lifang, too, was flesh and blood, with her own needs.

Was it too much for her to seek such solace to comfort her barren heart?

Not too much at all.

"Don't be sad, the computer hard drive and this phone's memory card are both in your hands now,"

"Tomorrow, we'll destroy these two things, and no one will know."

Lin Xueyi embraced Zhang Lifang's shoulders, comforting her like an older sister would.

In fact, Zhang Lifang was three to four years older than Lin Xueyi.

Lin Xueyi's reassurance made things worse,

Her gentle comfort caused Zhang Lifang's tears to fall like broken pearls.

She sobbed and said, "What if Kong Erhu still has backups?"

"What if Yang Fei has seen these photos and videos?"

"Sob, how will he think of me?"

"Will he see me as a shameless woman?"

When Lin Xueyi thought of Yang Fei, her heart suddenly skipped a beat.

She had to bathe as if guarding against a thief, wary of this bastard.

Would this guy really ignore Zhang Lifang's private photos?

Imagining Yang Fei, drooling over Zhang Lifang's pictures.

For some reason, Lin Xueyi felt a sour twist in her heart.

However, this suspicion was fleeting.

Lin Xueyi firmly denied her own guess.

This scoundrel was indeed shameless and sometimes disgustingly vulgar.

But Lin Xueyi instinctively felt that he wouldn't take advantage of someone's vulnerability to peek at Zhang Lifang's private photos.

Even if he wanted to look, the bastard would definitely not do it in such a despicable way.

"Don't worry, Yang Fei won't sneak a peek."

"This son of a bitch, even if he wanted to look, he'd brazenly pry open your window to do so."

"Sigh, you don't know how much I've suffered because of him..."

While comforting Zhang Lifang, Lin Xueyi suddenly put her hand over her mouth.

Zhang Lifang's expression turned odd, and she stopped crying.

She stared blankly at Lin Xueyi, "Xueyi, don't tell me you..."

"I was talking nonsense, he's never taken advantage of me..."

Lin Xueyi's cheeks flared up as if on fire, cutting off Zhang Lifang's words.

In a flurry, she said, "You tidy up your things and get some rest. I'm going down to check things out."

After finishing her words, Lin Xueyi pushed open the door like she was putting out a fire and rushed out of the room.

Zhang Lifang stared at Lin Xueyi's retreating figure.

Her perfectly rounded face gradually broke into a sly smile, "There's quite a special relationship between Yang Fei and the boss lady, huh."

Her face took on an enchanted look as she sighed.

She muttered dreamily to herself, "Indeed, Yang Fei, this man..."

"Sigh, it's just unimaginable that there is such a monster of a man in the world."

Just as Yang Fei had come down the stairs, Fan Yi returned.

He had Yi Long slung over his shoulder.

Fan Yi dropped Yi Long on a chair without saying a word and went off to drink water.

Li Hong watched Fan Yi curiously.

From behind the counter, she stealthily sized up Fan Yi.

But Fan Yi seemed to not even see her, sitting straight on a chair in the middle of the hall.

Yi Long, sprawled on the sofa, managed to squeeze out a faint smile upon seeing Yang Fei descend the stairs.

"Thanks, Brother Fei, for saving me. Otherwise, I might have died at the hands of Kong Erhu."

Yang Fei grunted in response without much conversation and walked over.

His fingers moved with the light touch of a dragonfly skimming water, and with the swift grace of a swallow brushing the surface, they rapidly swept over Yi Long's limb joints.

Where Yang Fei's fingers passed, Yi Long's joints popped with a series of explosive crackling sounds.

Crack crack!

In the midst of these strange noises, Yi Long's inverted tendons and dislocated bones were all realigned by Yang Fei.

"You're good to go," Yang Fei said.

In no more than a minute, Yang Fei patted Yi Long on the shoulder, signaling him to get up.

Yi Long could hardly believe it.

The numb weakness that had pervaded his body was swept away, and his limbs regained their freedom, filled with strength once more.

It was magical.

No one could describe the intense elation Yi Long felt in that moment.

As a practitioner of Grasping Hand Technique, he knew all too well the severity of the Tendon-displacement Hand Technique.

Anyone hit by this technique would suffer more than if they had broken limbs.

With tendons out of place and bones dislocated, if more than twenty-four hours passed, the blocked Qi-Blood would obstruct the meridians, and tissues would start to die and fester.

If not treated effectively at that point, there could be a life-threatening situation.

Even the most skilled Western doctors would only manage conservative treatment, often ending in amputation.

But now, in less than a minute, Yang Fei had rid Yi Long of the nightmare of paralysis and even amputation.

Yi Long's heart overflowed with gratitude.

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