The path of martial arts is long and fraught with formidable enemies; Yang Fei dared not be lax even for a single day.

However, in the practice of martial arts, mere bravery and continued progression are of little use.

Rome wasn't built in a day.

Within half a year, Yang Fei had broken through from a Mingjin martial artist to the stage of Core Formation to Divine Communication.

This was, of course, partially due to the Nine Extremes Technique, but mostly it stemmed from his two decades of accumulated experience.

Before his injury, Yang Fei had already reached the Transforming Energy Peak, mere steps from Core Formation to Divine Communication.

His current breakthrough to Core Formation to Divine Communication was thus a natural progression.

Amon the Nine Extremes, Yang Fei had already mastered Four Extremes, and had developed Divine Skills in all four.

Yet even so, facing the Demon Emperor and Sword Emperor, Yang Fei had no confidence at all.

Even if he were to encounter Apollo again, without using Heavy Sniper, Yang Fei was not sure he could escape with his life.

This oppressive survival pressure would have caused many others to be consumed with worry, but Yang Fei developed a rascally and irreverent character instead.

'Man dies, bird flies high above; if not, for ages it survives.' Even if the sky were to fall, he'd puncture a hole through it with his 'manhood'.

With such a rogue spirit, Yang Fei had always lived a contented and carefree life, and it was no different at the moment.

What he didn't realize was that it was this very mindset that allowed the Four Extremes within his body to coexist in harmony. The crystal-clear Turtle Extreme and the majestic and heavy Elephant Extreme kept the unruliness of the Tiger Extreme and the sly and poisonous Snake Extreme firmly in check.

After getting up, Yang Fei practiced both the Elephant Extreme and Tiger Extreme before receiving a phone call from Li Shun.

Qian Wantong had been found.

Qian Wantong had an extensive network and was considered half an Underworld figure.

Last night, upon learning that Queen Lin and Tiger Roar Yang Fei had mobilized undercover agents in the Southern Thirteen Provinces to seek him out, he was scared out of his wits.

Early this morning, he hastily arrived at the Lanting Hotel headquarters, willing to turn himself in.

That is the terrifying aspect of the Underworld's Great Owls.

In a sense, the order of an Underworld Great Owl is more frightening than a police warrant.

After all, in the vast Underworld, informers and spies are everywhere.

Anyone you interact with might report on you.

Hotel staff, masseuses in bathhouses, taxi drivers, nightclub DJs...

Among these people, some might belong to the Underworld, ready to betray you at any moment.

Yang Fei chuckled to himself.

"Good, the old fellow knows his place; I'll be right over," he said.

In the villa's lobby, Xiao Xuanya had prepared breakfast for Yang Fei.

Zhang Lifang, however, had been exhausted by Yang Fei the previous night and was nesting in her room, unable to get out of bed.

After breakfast, Yang Fei headed straight for the Lanting Hotel.

In the security center office of Lanting Hotel, Mad Blade squinted at Qian Wantong, his anger rising.

For an entire week, Mad Blade had been contacting Qian Wantong, hoping to resolve the dispute between him and Si Ruoxi.

But it was bad enough that that old fellow wasn't answering his calls.

He also turned into a coward and refused to show his face.

Qian Wantong had visibly aged a lot compared to a week ago.

His large eye bags almost drooped to his nose bridge, and his puffy eyes were filled with fear.

Behind Mad Blade stood two Changfeng bodyguards, both with unfriendly expressions.

The two bodyguards had been tasked by Mad Blade to handle the matter,

but they hadn't managed to resolve it and ended up alarming Brother Fei and Queen Lin.

This made the two bodyguards feel disgraced, and also reflected poorly on their Chief Instructor, Mad Blade.

Qian Wantong was filled with regret.

He loathed Si Ruoxi, but he never thought Si Ruoxi could get Tiger Roar Yang Fei to act on her behalf.

When Qian Wantong was in power, he never took Yang Fei seriously.

But now that he had been stripped of his position, Qian Wantong realized

just how fearsome a figure the Yang Fei he had offended was!

At that moment, Yang Fei entered the room, with Mad Blade and the two Changfeng bodyguards greeting him.

Yang Fei took a seat with majesty and leisure, casting an indifferent glance at Qian Wantong.

Quivering with fear, Qian Wantong trembled all over.

Yang Fei sneered, "Qian Wantong, you've got some nerve, daring to hire assassins."

Qian Wantong's entire body shook like a sieve, and he knelt down with a thump.

"Brother Fei, I was just being foolish, please show your generosity and spare my life."

Yang Fei rolled his eyes at him.

"Don't worry, we are a law-abiding security company; we won't do anything to you."

"You are only asked here to resolve the grudge between you and Miss Si Ruoxi."

Mad Blade whispered from the side, "Instructor, should we invite Miss Si Ruoxi to come over?"

Yang Fei nodded.

"That would be good, otherwise this little girl is always bothering us, it would be better to let her go to work in peace."

Before long, Si Ruoxi walked gracefully into the security office.

She spotted Qian Wantong at first glance, and involuntarily shook all over, her eyes widening.

To Si Ruoxi, Qian Wantong was definitely an important figure.

Whether it was back when he held the position of station head, or even after he stepped down.

His network of relationships was intricate, and his background was strong.

Such a person was beyond Si Ruoxi's ability to contend with.

However, at this moment, in Si Ruoxi's eyes, Qian Wantong, the formerly unapproachable big shot,

was honestly kneeling before Yang Fei.

This left Si Ruoxi astonishingly flabbergasted.

The Yang Fei before her thus gained much more weight in her heart.

Unconsciously, the little fan who had clamored to take a picture with her that day, had now become someone Si Ruoxi could no longer look up to.

Yang Fei greeted Si Ruoxi with a friendly air.

"Come, sit here; let's have a good talk."

Si Ruoxi looked at Yang Fei, who still wore a mischievous smile on his face.

For some reason, she actually didn't dare to sit down, feeling a newfound sense of constraint in her heart.

"No need, Boss Yang, I'm fine standing."

Yang Fei smiled faintly.

"I consider you a friend; how can I let you stand while talking? Sit down."

Upon hearing this, the heart of Qian Wantong, kneeling on the floor, skipped a beat, filled with immense regret.

If only he had known that Si Ruoxi and Yang Fei were friends, he would have sooner died than offend Si Ruoxi.

What Qian Wantong didn't know was that it was because of his treatment of Si Ruoxi that she,

having nowhere to turn, had sought out the Lanting Hotel and connected with Yang Fei.

The huge psychological gap made Si Ruoxi blush a bit before she awkwardly took a seat.

Yang Fei looked at Qian Wantong with a cold tone,

"Qian Wantong, I'll tell you just once, the incident last time was my doing; if you have the guts, come at me."

"Taking advantage of your position to play with and bully your female subordinates, being dismissed from public office was what you deserved."

"For scum like you, if there's no retribution, then heaven is truly blind."

Qian Wantong's body shivered, and he mumbled his agreement.

In Si Ruoxi's presence, this guy had been high-handed and lawless.

But in front of Yang Fei, he didn't dare to even fart.

Yang Fei continued coldly,

"Originally, how to deal with you was a matter for the national disciplinary authorities, and it had nothing to do with me."

"However, since this matter has come into my hands, I'm not going to be polite to you."

"Bring out whatever relationships and background you have; let's see if I will be scared of you."

As he spoke, he stood up and walked over to Qian Wantong.

"There's an old saying that the wicked have their own grind; well, let me tell you, I am the wicked that grinds the wicked."

"From today on, if Miss Si Ruoxi so much as gets a headache or encounters any mishap, you better be ready to slit your own throat."

Qian Wantong trembled, lifting his head with a mournful face.

"Boss Yang, since you have intervened, how could I dare to harm Miss Ruoxi?"

"But if by chance she encounters an accident, it certainly wouldn't have anything to do with me, right?"

Yang Fei snorted, "That's your affair."

"Just know that if Miss Ruoxi loses even a single hair in the near future, I'll hold you accountable. You better handle it."

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