While I'm at the martial arts academy, my wife is cultivating while I enjoy life.

Xiang Tianyou, mixed among the hidden servants, rushed out to handcuff Yang.

Huang Azi's stunning beauty was ruined. As her most loyal secret servant, he vowed to kill Yang Ding with his own strength and show the style of a lackey in front of his master.

Yang Ding slapped the handcuffs away.

"If you dare to disrespect me, I'm not cooperating with your investigation."

"You're only protected by your first wife, Ye Rou. Is she a match for us all by herself?" Xiang Tianyou asked.

"Who said I only have one wife?"

Molly gripped the hilt of her knife again. "Yang Ding is someone the governor personally looked after. I might have to make a move."

Ye Rou is facing Huang Aqing, and Molly is facing Huang Agui; the outcome is truly unpredictable.

But Xiang Tianyou didn't think so. He believed that he was already at the second-grade lower realm, possessing a terrifying strength of 3800 jin, and could kill Yang Ding with a single punch.

"Xiang Tianyou, step back. Don't handcuff him. He's just cooperating with the investigation; he's not a criminal," Huang Aqing ordered.

"Master, this guy is extremely cunning. If we don't teach him a lesson..."

Before Xiang Tianyou could finish speaking, Huang Agui slapped him across the face.

"You have no respect for elders, you just follow orders."

"yes!"

Yang Ding then left.

Molly rushed back to the law enforcement bureau to report the latest situation to Zhou Ruoxi.

Ye Rou was very worried, but she also knew that her husband had a way to escape. She had to hurry back to inform Sister Jing to leave the instructor's building. According to their previous agreement, if anything unexpected happened, they would meet at the Longjiang River outside the East Gate.

Their greatest advantage is spatial teleportation.

Zhao Lie had naturally thought of this as well. The reason he didn't make a move in the early morning but waited until now was to wait for his eldest son, Zhao Wuhen, to return from the Northern Territory. He was an SS-level space ability user.

With Zhao Wuhen's cultivation level, he could easily seal the void rift that Fang Jing had opened. Even if she used spatial folding, he could easily catch up with her.

Just as Ye Rou entered the elevator with the money, Zhao Wuhen came in.

Although he is 89 years old this year, he uses mental energy to maintain his health and looks like he is in his forties or fifties.

"Wow, you've got so much luggage! Do you need my help?"

"No need, thank you!"

He had a kind face, but Ye Rou couldn't figure out what was going on.

The main problem was that she had never met Zhao Lie before; otherwise, she would have been able to tell from his appearance that he was a member of the Zhao family.

Ye Rou pressed the button for the 166th floor, but Zhao Wuhen didn't press the floor button; instead, he pressed the close button.

"etc!"

An old hand blocked the doorway, and the elevator, encountering resistance, retracted.

Principal Sun Changqing, leaning on his cane with his left hand and holding a green ivy in his right, entered with a kind face, startling Ye Rou and Zhao Wuhen.

"Principal, what brings you here? Which floor are you going to?" Ye Rou asked.

"Oh, I'll go to the 166th floor."

"Oh, you've moved to our floor too?"

"Yes, we'd like to see Old Ye's grandson. Would you be welcome?"

"Welcome is welcome, but today..."

Sun Changqing turned to look at Zhao Wuhen, "You've been in the Northern Border for too long, don't you recognize this old man anymore?"

"Uncle Sun, what are you doing?"

"I should be the one asking you what you want to do."

"Something happened to the Zhao family. My father asked me to come back and take a look. The recent commotion in Jiangling City has even reached the northern border."

Sun Changqing sighed helplessly, and a green ivy vine shot out like lightning, wrapping around Zhao Wuhen's neck and tightening its grip.

"Ugh... Uncle Sun, what are you doing?"

Zhao Wuhen's face turned bright red, his eyes rolled back, he lost his balance and fell to his knees with a thud.

Once someone is strangled, their brain suffers from oxygen deprivation and their mental energy dissipates; even a grandmaster of supernatural abilities would have to kneel before them.

This is the most effective way to trap a superhuman, provided you succeed in your sneak attack.

"Principal, who is this?"

"Zhao Lie's eldest son came back from the Northern Border specifically to deal with Fang Jing, and it's said he's almost at SSS level."

"Thank goodness you came; I didn't know him at all."

Even if Ye Rou knew him, she couldn't hit him at her current speed.

Once someone reaches the SS-level spatial ability user, they can disappear into thin air at any time, or trap her in an oxygen-deprived personal space and suffocate her to death.

But this is not a problem for the old principal. With his SSSSS-level strength, he can sneak up on a Grandmaster within a meter in a fraction of a second.

Sun Changqing placed the potted green ivy next to Zhao Wuhen, which could both restrain him and keep him unconscious, and also provide him with basic oxygen.

Ye Rou wiped the sweat from her brow. "Old Principal, his son is here. Is Zhao Lie here too?"

"That's right, look at this temperature, it's probably going to hit fifty."

"You're no match for him, are you?"

"That's definitely not the case. Fire is naturally the counter to wood, and besides, he's a Grandmaster. But I can exhaust all my mental energy to hold him off for a minute or two, which is enough for you to pack your things and leave."

"Grandpa Principal, is it worth it?"

Sun Changqing patted her head. "Haha, of course it's worth it. I'll tell your parents that you didn't marry the wrong person."

Ye Rou's eyes immediately turned red.

Although she and Ye Ke grew up in the Women and Children's Hospital, the old principal would visit them once a month.

His willingness to take action this time was due to a combination of factors.

The friendship among the leaves, the queen's righteousness, and the justice of the human race.

On the 166th floor, the temperature suddenly rose, and the room became as hot as an oven.

Zhao Lie, covered in flames, descended from the sky and hovered outside Yang Ding's balcony.

Fang Dalong was so frightened that his legs went weak.

"Fang Jing, where's Yang Ding?" Zhao Lie asked angrily.

The three children were so hot that they burst into tears.

Zhang Yan was also frightened and cried.

Fang Jing held her child and licked her chapped lips. "Old Zhao, my husband hasn't come back yet."

Where did he go?

"You'll have to ask the city lord about that."

"Then I'll kill his wife and children first, to avenge my grandson."

"Grandpa, I did help my husband collect the beast crystals last night, but I did not harm your young master Zhao."

"Before me, it's no use being stubborn. Others may fear the Queen, but I don't."

His son, Zhao Yang, the general of the Northern Guard, resented Yang Ding for taking Fang Jing away, and followed the Poison Sting's men to incite his father to take action.

No matter how you explain, it's no use. Zhao Lie has a bad temper and doesn't take Yang Ding and his group seriously at all.

Just then, the door opened, and the old principal came in, leaning on his cane.

"Old Zhao, calm down, let's talk for a bit."

"Old Sun, what are you doing here? Are you tired of living?"

Sun Changqing chuckled and sat down on the scorching hot coffee table in the living room.

"I'm really tired of living. What's the point of living to be over a hundred? So I've come to stretch my muscles with you."

Zhao Lie was completely bewildered. "You old bastard, are you out of your mind? I'm not joking, get out of here."

The two are related by marriage. Sun Changqing possesses extraordinary healing abilities and is the lifeline of the large family.

As long as his function isn't completely destroyed, he can recover completely.

Killing him would be a major loss for the powerful and influential people of Jiangling City.

Sun Changqing ignored Zhao Lie and turned to Fang Jing, "What are you standing there for? Let's go!"

How could Zhao Lie let her escape right under his nose? He pulled out an 8000-degree fireball with both hands. This thing would vaporize instantly, let alone touch flesh, even steel.