He was currently overseas, inconvenient to set off and return home immediately, so he had no choice but to send someone over.

Having succeeded in seeking help, Qin Zikang was overjoyed, washing away the sadness from moments before.

Following that, he said with full smugness, "You bastard! You're as good as dead, just wait for someone to collect your corpse!"

"Hmph! I'm really so scared!" Lin Yifan sneered, pretending to be frightened and mocking the other party.

Seeing Lin Yifan's disdainful face, Qin Zikang wished he could kill Lin Yifan on the spot; but on second thought, he realized there was a forgotten issue.

Logically, most people knew his identity, and even if Lin Yifan didn't, he should have at least heard of the thirteen clans of the Capital City; with such an entourage and guards of high realms protecting him, most people would naturally think of the identity of a clan junior, and Lin Yifan, being clever, would be no exception.

Yet, Lin Yifan was fearless, even if he called for reinforcements, he neither obstructed nor fled, such demeanor, such composure, not something ordinary people possessed.

Recalling the guard's earlier advice, Qin Zikang couldn't help but frown. His own guard must know the identity of the man opposite him, otherwise, he wouldn't be so scared.

But, what exactly was that identity that even the clans had to be wary of? He was very curious, so he approached and asked the four injured guards, "Do you know who he is? What is his background?"

The four guards of the Qin Family let out a sigh of relief; their young master had finally come to his senses, and they immediately answered, "He's the notorious Demon Lord of Mayhem that recently became famous, never taking the scions of the clans seriously. Zhao Hong, Zhao Yi, Tian Ji, Song Baoshi and other clan juniors have all suffered at his hands, even the head of the Tian Family has been duped by him for several tens of billions; which is why the major clans have sent down orders not to provoke this person, otherwise they would bear the consequences."

Hearing that even his old friend Zhao Hong had been duped by the man before him, Qin Zikang finally realized the seriousness of the situation.

But he was still curious about the identity of this arrogant man, so he asked again, "What is his background, and why are all the major clans afraid of him?"

"It is said that he is the direct disciple of the Medicine Saint, holding the Medicine Saint Order, with a noble identity that no one dares to offend," replied the Qin Family guard.

"Medicine Saint? Who is the Medicine Saint? Is he that awesome?" Qin Zikang asked ignorantly.

"Young master, you don't know who the Medicine Saint is? He is the Valley Master of the super Sect Medicinal Saint Valley, one of the highest realm cultivators in the world. All the Cultivation Sects only dare to be friendly with him and dare not be hostile. Our big backing also has ties with the Medicinal Saint Valley, so definitely do not offend this person," the Qin Family guard responded.

Learning of this additional identity of Lin Yifan, Qin Zikang felt some regret; even if he called for help, it would be of no use! What should he do now?

"Damn it! It's all that bastard Ji's fault, making me stuck in such a difficult position."

Qin Zikang redirected his anger at Elder Ji. He was enjoying his evening stroll, but unexpectedly ended up in such a mess.

Although their exchange was soft-spoken, some customers and the owner of the arcade overheard it.

Thus, Lin Yifan's identity began to spread.

Learning that Lin Yifan was the renowned slayer of clan heirs, everyone was astonished; they couldn't believe that the legendary formidable character was right before their eyes, truly like something out of a dream.

"My god! The slayer of clan heirs, our avenger is right before us, and we were completely oblivious, what a failure!"

"So ashamed, to have even considered going after the idol's woman."

"No way, I must get an autograph later."

...

All the customers revealed looks of admiration; they were all a group of young people, ranging from teenagers to those in their thirties.

In their eyes, Lin Yifan was like an idol they just couldn't get enough of; this was simply because he changed the status quo by teaching a lesson to those arrogant, self-entitled aristocratic sons and helped them vent their anger.

However, although Lin Yifan's deeds had almost spread throughout the entire Yanjing, many had not seen his true face, and thus did not know what he looked like, which meant that sometimes they saw Lin Yifan without knowing it was him.

Where there was excitement, there was also disappointment; after learning of Lin Yifan's identity, the arcade's owner began to secretly regret his actions deeply.

Had he known Lin Yifan was the notorious aristocratic son killer, he wouldn't have provoked him. He would have let Lin Yifan be, whatever he wanted. But time couldn't be turned back, there was no remedy for regret in the world, and he could only reap what he had sown.

It had never crossed anyone's mind that the Demon Lord of Mayhem Yellow had offended such an individual; surely, if he knew, he would be secretly filled with remorse.

Elsewhere, Qin Zikang hesitated, unsure whether to swallow his pride and apologize to Lin Yifan.

After weighing his options, he decided to swallow his pride and apologize to Lin Yifan.

It wasn't easy for his clan to get to where it was today, and he didn't want to make a powerful enemy for the clan, lest he be labeled a failure to his family.

He took a difficult step forward, came to Lin Yifan, and then hesitantly said, "Lin… Brother Lin, I'm sorry… I was wrong… earlier. Here… here, I apologize to you!"

As soon as he said this, the entire place was as silent as if turned to stone.

They never expected that Qin Zikang, who was always so haughty, would bow to an outsider on this night. It was an unprecedented event in history.

"Hmph! Sorry? I only remember you trying to kill me just now," Lin Yifan answered.

If a simple apology could resolve the matter, then he was being taken far too lightly, a proper price had to be paid regardless.

"Then… what do you want me to do so you can let me go?" Qin Zikang pressed on.

"Simple, compensate me with ten billion," Lin Yifan answered.

"Shush!"

The crowd gasped in shock at his demand; this guy truly was asking for a king's ransom, going for the kill!

The arcade owner secretly rejoiced that he no longer felt losing over a thousand was that painful.

"Damn it, ten billion, as if money grows on trees!" Qin Zikang ground his teeth, consumed with hatred.

The condition Lin Yifan put forth was too much for him to take.

"What about it? Will you compensate or not?" Lin Yifan asked curiously.

Qin Zikang clenched his fists, his heart full of reluctance; yet, if he didn't pay, he would be the one at a loss in the end, so what should he do?

His gaze shifted and, upon noticing that the women next to Lin Yifan were holding game coins, he made a bold guess that Lin Yifan loved playing games.

Since Lin Yifan loved playing games so much, why shouldn't he instigate a high-stakes match? Perhaps, that way, he could settle the compensation.

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