Trading system, I exchanged vegetables for golden pills.

Just as Ye Chen was pondering, Da Huang barked twice.

Ye Chen knew that someone had arrived.

Ye Chen released his mental energy to investigate and found that the newcomers were three men in suits wearing cool sunglasses.

Ye Chen frowned. What was going on? Why were so many people looking for him today?

Judging from their attire and demeanor, the three individuals did not appear to be government officials; they seemed more like bodyguards.

A man in a suit rang the doorbell directly, which seemed to be quite polite.

Ye Chen didn't pretend he wasn't home; he still had to face the situation.

Moreover, some things cannot be avoided, and avoiding things is not his style.

Pretending not to be home is easy; just take an invisibility pill, and even a dog might not be able to find you.

But there's no need for that!

Ye Chen went straight to the front yard and looked at the men in black outside the courtyard wall, asking calmly, "Who are you? What do you want?"

"Hello, you must be Ye Chen. Our boss would like to meet you. Do you have time?" A man in black removed his sunglasses and spoke calmly, his tone revealing no emotion.

However, she was quite polite, even asking Ye Chen if he was free.

At least it won't be so offensive.

Ye Chen walked straight over and opened the courtyard gate: "Would you like to come in for tea?"

"No need for tea. Our boss is waiting for our reply. Business is important!" the man in black refused outright.

The three men in black stood still, showing no intention of entering Ye Chen's courtyard or making any move to grab or pull Ye Chen.

"Who is your boss?" Ye Chen asked casually.

"Our boss's surname is Wang, you should be familiar with him!" The man in black stared at Ye Chen, seemingly wanting to see Ye Chen's expression.

Ye Chen sneered inwardly. So it was the Wang family. They really had come knocking on his door.

However, he still cooperated, showing a puzzled expression.

"Woof, I don't remember knowing anyone with the surname Woof!"

The man in black stared at Ye Chen for a long time, perhaps unable to find any flaws, before finally speaking:

"It's normal that Mr. Ye doesn't recognize our boss. Our boss is usually quite low-key. If you have time, coming with us would be very beneficial for you."

"What are the benefits?" Ye Chen smiled slightly.

The man in black froze. "Uh, well, given our boss's status and position, even a small leak from him would be a benefit an ordinary person couldn't obtain in several lifetimes!"

"Sure, I'll go with you. Where are we going?" Ye Chen asked readily.

The man in black was a little surprised that Ye Chen agreed so readily; he thought he would need to use more persuasion. "Mr. Ye is a straightforward person. Our boss is currently at Meilong Manor. Let's go now!"

"Big Yellow, watch the house. I'm going out for a bit!" Ye Chen called out casually and followed the others out the door.

Ye Chen followed the three men into a Lexus minivan; this was the second time he had ridden in a minivan.

It has to be said that the Wang family is quite particular; they even use a million-dollar business car to pick up someone. No wonder they are rich!

The vehicle drove to a mountain in the suburbs, and there were roadblocks halfway up the mountain.

The man in black rolled down the car window, gave a greeting, and the vehicle was then allowed to proceed.

After wandering around for a while, we finally arrived at a secluded courtyard with a plaque that read "Meilong Mountain Villa".

The so-called mountain villas are actually no different from farmhouses, except that they are larger and better decorated.

Ye Chen, a person from the mountains, didn't feel much about this kind of mountain villa.

It feels similar to visiting a tourist attraction or taking photos at a scenic spot.

He used his spiritual senses to scan the area and found that there were quite a few people in the resort.

There were at least dozens of men in black, and that was just the ones in plain sight.

It's clear that the security measures were quite good.

Ye Chen got out of the car with the three men in black and walked inside.

Before entering, two men in black scanned Ye Chen from head to toe with a stick that looked like a hair curler. Only after confirming that there were no problems did they let Ye Chen in.

The three men in black did not follow them inside. Instead, a young woman in a cheongsam led the way, taking Ye Chen to a tea room.

Inside the tea room, two middle-aged men were chatting while brewing tea. One had half-gray hair, while the other had jet-black, lustrous hair, creating a striking contrast.

A young man in white stood next to him with his hands crossed in front of his lower abdomen.

A young woman in a cheongsam gently knocked on the door frame: "Boss, Mr. Ye has arrived!"

"Hehe, come in!" The middle-aged man with half-gray hair looked towards the door and laughed heartily.

It seems he must be the head of the Wang family; his appearance does indeed resemble that of Young Master Wang.

Ye Chen stepped inside, and two sharp, knife-like gazes fell upon him.

The two gazes were actually directed at the middle-aged man with jet-black hair and the young man standing there.

Ye Chen was secretly alarmed. These two were no ordinary people. Their eyesight was not something that ordinary people could possess. They were very likely members of the Xuanmen sect.

Interesting, there are even people from the Xuanmen sect here.

Is this meant to give him a hard time?

If an ordinary person were to be stared at like that, they would definitely feel a chill down their spine, and their entire aura would be weakened.

But who is Ye Chen? No matter how bad he is, he is still a minor Foundation Establishment expert.

That sharp gaze was like a child poking him with a finger.

Ye Chen walked naturally to the tea table, sat down, and turned to look at the middle-aged man with half-gray hair: "I heard you were looking for me?"

Seeing Ye Chen acting so informally, the standing young man in white snorted coldly, "Did I tell you to sit down?"

Ye Chen glanced at him: "Do you even have the right to speak here? The two people sitting here aren't dead yet, and you have no respect for your elders!"

"You—" The young man in white was furious and almost made a move.

"Step back!" The middle-aged man with jet-black hair glanced at him.

The young man in white stopped making a move, standing there resentfully, his eyes fixed on Ye Chen.

If looks could kill, Ye Chen would probably be riddled with holes by now.

The middle-aged man with half-gray hair stared at Ye Chen for a long time, then chuckled, "As expected of the internet celebrity known as the 'Little Divine Doctor,' this aura is truly extraordinary!"

As he spoke, he poured Ye Chen a cup of tea.

Ye Chen picked up the tea and took a small sip: "Mmm, good tea, every sip tastes like money!"

The middle-aged man with half-gray hair nodded and smiled: "Mr. Ye is a smart man, he should know why I came to you, right?"

"Too many people are looking for me. You might as well just tell me directly what illness you need to see a doctor for?" Ye Chen sipped his tea and spoke calmly.

"Damn, so arrogant!" The young man in white felt his anger, which he had just suppressed, rise up again when he saw Ye Chen being so arrogant.

The middle-aged man with jet-black hair glared at him, and he then stood back down.

The middle-aged man with half-gray hair took a deep breath: "Mr. Ye, it's no fun chatting like this. Now that I've found you, let's not spell things out!"

Ye Chen wasn't falling for it at all: "I don't know what you're talking about. It's better to be direct. I don't like playing riddles!"