Having agreed to come for treatment tomorrow, he then returned with Qiu Qian to Old Master Qiu's side.

Old Master Qiu, upon hearing that his son's illness could still be treated, was naturally very happy. From his remarks, Ling Zhenfei came to understand that from a young age, Old Master Qiu had held Qiu Qing in high regard. Qiu Qing was promising and extraordinary from an early age, observing things in a highly unique way, always able to see what others could not.

It was thought that Qiu Qing would make his own way in the world, but a car accident ten years ago brought everything to an abrupt halt.

After dinner at Old Master Qiu's house, Ling Zhenfei was ready to leave, and Qiu Qian insisted on escorting him. With no alternative, he had to agree.

Qiu Qian, driving, took Ling Zhenfei towards her fishery. It was already late and he did not plan to return to Qinghe Village; instead, he planned to spend the night at his fish farm and take the opportunity to check on his precious fish.

"Divine Doctor Brother, are you married?"

Qiu Qian seemed very interested in Ling Zhenfei's personal matters, bombarding him with questions all along the way.

"No!"

"Then do you have a girlfriend?"

Ling Zhenfei hesitated at Qiu Qian's question. Did he have a girlfriend? He was not even sure himself. In Qinghe Village, everyone assumed He Lingxiu was his girlfriend, and at Lin's Group, everyone believed Lin Yuluo was his girlfriend. But he did not know for sure, as he had not confirmed a romantic relationship with anyone.

"It seems not."

"Seems not means there is someone. What's her name, is she pretty?" Qiu Qian detected something unusual from his slight hesitation.

"It's really not."

"Oh, that's good then."

Qiu Qian said something and then laughed cheerfully, focusing on the driving. Ling Zhenfei wondered what was on her mind.

The car stopped not far from the fishery. After discussing the time for tomorrow, he walked towards the fishery alone.

The parking spot was still quite a distance from the fishery. The reason he hadn't asked Qiu Qian to drop him off was that Ling Zhenfei wanted to walk by himself and think things through.

The streets late at night were not busy, especially here where the lights were dim and the whole street had no one else but him. His shadow stretched long like a giant under the light. Looking up, the dark sky was filled with stars, a beautiful night indeed.

Yet, Ling Zhenfei was in no mood to appreciate this beautiful scenery as all he could think about were his matters: how Xishan Manor should develop and what he should do to mitigate the consequences. But no matter how hard he thought, he couldn't figure it out.

"Help, someone save me!"

As he was walking, he suddenly heard a woman's cry for help, and from the sound of it, it was clear she was in danger.

At this late hour, a woman's cries for help were particularly clear on the quiet street, and Ling Zhenfei's hearing was extremely sharp. He instantly pinpointed the direction of the sound.

Without hesitation, Ling Zhenfei charged towards the source of the voice.

The cries came from a small alley next to the avenue, a place no one passed by. If the avenue was pitch-dark, the alley was even darker, making it impossible to see one's hand in front of their face.

But Ling Zhenfei's eyesight was as good at night as it was during the day. Despite the darkness in the alley, he saw everything in it at a glance.

In the alley, a man and a woman were struggling. The man, tall and muscular, was holding onto the frail woman and not letting go.

Although it was hard to see the woman's face, it was clear she must be beautiful. She struggled desperately, trying to stop the man's actions, but how could she break free from his robust grip.

"Let me go, or I'll definitely call the police," the woman said, attempting to stop the man while calling out.

"Slap!"

The man slapped the woman across the face, causing her to instinctively reach up to touch her cheek in pain.

"I graced you with my attention because I saw something in you, don't fucking throw it back in my face."

"Help, help me!"

She cried and screamed desperately, her voice heartbreakingly plaintive.

"Keep screaming, if you didn't, I wouldn't even enjoy it. The louder you scream, the happier I am," the man cackled with a heinous laugh.

"You sure are arrogant, let go of that woman!"

The sudden voice startled both the man and the woman, and before long, the woman, as if grasping a lifeline, began to desperately call out to Ling Zhenfei.

"Save me, please save me!"

"Kid, I advise you to mind your own business. Haven't you heard who in this area would dare to mess with Little Overlord Zhou Tong?"

The man named Zhou Tong stopped his attack, but his arrogant demeanor didn't shift an inch—probably a testament to his habitual misdeeds around here.

"I'm interfering, what are you gonna do about it? Someone's got to step in when things are amiss," Ling Zhenfei replied.

At that moment, Ling Zhenfei took notice of the woman beside him. Unquestionably, she was a beauty. Though her face was not clearly visible in the dark night, her figure and demeanor hinted at an air of elegance, suggesting her features were likely just as refined.

For some reason, Ling Zhenfei felt the woman was somewhat familiar, but the alley was too dark to discern her identity.

Upon hearing Ling Zhenfei's words, Zhou Tong became thoroughly enraged, shoving the woman to the ground.

Whoosh!

Zhou Tong retrieved a dagger from his waistband, flicked it skillfully in his grip, and advanced toward Ling Zhenfei.

Ling Zhenfei could faintly sense a stream of Inner Strength from Zhou Tong, which took him by surprise.

"Inner Strength, this kid is actually a master of the Qi Cultivation Realm—quite rare indeed."

Although Zhou Tong wielded Inner Strength, Ling Zhenfei didn't care in the slightest; from a cultivation standpoint, there was still a significant gap between them.

As Ling Zhenfei pondered, Zhou Tong had already closed the distance with rapid strides, unleashing a swift strike toward Ling Zhenfei's chest—a move so swift it could not have been executed without prior training.

Ling Zhenfei sidestepped to dodge, but Zhou Tong's blade swiftly transitioned targeting his throat. Dodging again, Ling Zhenfei evaded as the dagger then swiped toward his legs.

A three-directional attack like that was not something most people could execute, but Zhou Tong managed it fluidly, and the dagger whistled through the air, testament to his considerable Inner Strength.

"You're not bad, quite good even, but it's a shame you've encountered me," said Ling Zhenfei.

"How boastful, young man!"

Angered, Zhou Tong's dagger swings became even faster, yet the moves were still those same three techniques.

Ling Zhenfei smiled slightly, his right hand flicked, his two fingers precisely striking the dagger in Zhou Tong's rapidly swinging hand. Zhou Tong, fervently attacking with each strike, had not anticipated that Ling Zhenfei, who had remained unmanned until then, would suddenly move so quickly, managing to flick the blade with his fingers.

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