After awakening her X-ray vision, the beautiful CEO couldn't sit still any longer.

Sun Yongqiang, his face flushed, gulped down a large mouthful of strong liquor and continued speaking:

"A few years ago, I pried open the largest ancient tomb I had ever opened in my lifetime."

Pingling, the mausoleum of Emperor Zhao of Han, Liu Fuling.

The valuable burial goods inside were the most abundant of all the ancient tombs I had ever looted.

The brothers who went inside saw those priceless treasures and went on a crazy scramble to grab them, risking their lives.

Everyone understood that as long as they could take the treasures out of this ancient tomb, they would be set for life and enjoy wealth and honor.

If it weren't for the money, who would be willing to do something as shameful as digging up graves and getting struck by lightning?

People risk their lives doing this just to make enough money to enjoy wealth and luxury in their later years, right?

But we underestimated the evil in human nature.

In our line of work, we've seen all sorts of wicked people.

But that time, because of the betrayal of a beast, out of dozens of my brothers, only I survived!

Those were brothers he'd known for over a decade. I just don't understand how he could do that.

I was seriously injured and passed out in a pile of corpses. He thought I was dead too.

A day and a night later, I dragged my badly injured body out of the grave.

After I recovered from my injuries, I distributed all my money to the families of my brothers.

He brought his last few hundred thousand yuan to Diancheng and opened this clinic.

From then on, I ceased to exist in the martial arts world.

Currently, the only person in the entire martial arts world who knows my true identity and that I am still alive is Miss Meng Yao.

Now there's another one: you.

I know your relationship with Miss Meng Yao must be special, otherwise she wouldn't have told you I was here.

I've agreed to the things you wanted me to do for you.

Give me three days to purchase supplies, and we'll set off in three days.

Sun Yongqiang finished the bottle of strong liquor in his hand in one go and stood up unsteadily.

"A person's life is entirely predestined; nothing is up to them!"

"Thank you!" Ye Tian said solemnly.

"If one day you encountered the traitor who killed all your brothers, what would you do?"

"If that day ever comes, I will definitely tear him apart and avenge my dead brothers."

At this moment, Sun Yongqiang finally stopped hiding himself and suddenly unleashed an extremely fierce killing intent.

Although he lived in anonymity running a clinic in Diancheng, he never forgot that deep-seated hatred.

The reason he chose to live in seclusion in Diancheng was because he found out that the traitor's last known location was in Diancheng.

Over the years, he has been searching for that traitor every moment, never forgetting him for a single second.

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Early the next morning.

Ye Tian gave Sun Yongqiang 300,000 yuan to purchase supplies, and this time Sun Yongqiang did not hold back.

"Master, take me to the antique market."

During these three days, Sun Yongqiang was busy purchasing supplies for the tomb raiding, and Ye Tian was also busy.

He also had another task: to secure the raw stone supply channels for Jiangcheng.

However, before getting down to business, he needed to go to the antique market to settle accounts with someone.

"Okay, Mr. Ye."

The driver, left behind by Lin Wanqing, was a taciturn middle-aged man who opened the back door for Ye Tian.

Ye Tian got in, and the car drove smoothly out, blending into the bustling traffic of the city.

He leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes to rest.

The words Lin Wanqing had said last night involuntarily came to mind.

It turns out that Zhou Zhiming, the director of the Diancheng Antique City Management Committee, went to cause trouble for him yesterday because of a report filed by someone.

It's that fat guy, Wang, who sold him the stones.

He must be upset because the stone he sold for 150 yuan was sold to Ye Tian for a million.

Greedy individuals like them, who have made their way up in the gray areas, will never give up easily.

Since that's the case, Ye Tian decided to go to the antique market again and teach this Fatty Wang a lesson.

"Mr. Ye, we've arrived."

More than half an hour later, the driver stopped in the antique market parking lot.

Ye Tian nodded and walked out alone.

He deliberately walked past Fatty Wang's stall without stopping.

They walked straight towards a secluded path in the distance, where few people lived.

The faint sounds of noise from the antique street only served to highlight the tranquility of this place.

Ye Tian stood quietly in the secluded path, waiting.

Before long, two figures hurriedly followed and blocked the exit of the secluded path.

The leader was a fat man in his forties with a round face, small eyes, and a protruding belly. He was Wang Pangzi, the stall owner who sold Ye Tian's stones at the jade gambling stall.

Behind him followed a stocky man wearing an open leather jacket and a menacing scar on his chest.

He had a cigarette dangling from his mouth, the crimson tip glowing intermittently, and a malicious smile squeezed out of his fleshy face.

"Hey, bro, we meet again."

"You almost slipped away right under your brother's nose! What are you rushing off to?"

Fatty Wang's voice was somewhat excited, tinged with undisguised sarcasm and greed.

The burly man behind him, with a face full of scars, exhaled a puff of smoke, the smell of which instantly filled the air, mixed with the odor of cheap leather and sweat.

Ye Tian frowned.

His expression remained unchanged, and he said in a calm tone, "I came here specifically to wait for you."

"Waiting for me? What a coincidence, I've been looking for you everywhere."

Yesterday you cheated me out of a million-dollar piece of jade with just 150 yuan.

You're not being fair, are you?

You cheated me out of my goods and still dare to parade around here? Have you never been beaten before?

If you know what's good for you, hurry up and give me back my money!

"Otherwise, I'll make you regret it!" Fatty Wang pointed his rough finger at Ye Tian, ​​his eyes wide open.

The burly man behind him, with a face full of scars, threw a cigarette butt, still glowing, not far from Ye Tian's feet. His taut muscles made him look quite intimidating.

He stepped forward, closing in on Ye Tian, ​​and the oppressive aura emanating from him, a mixture of tobacco, alcohol, and violence, washed over him.

"I got that piece of jade yesterday at a bargain price. There are rules in the jade gambling industry: once you buy it, you don't leave until the money and goods are settled."

Are you trying to break the rules and rob me?

Ye Tian met Wang Pangzi's threatening gaze with a hint of mockery in his voice.

"What bullshit about finding a bargain? You're clearly scamming people."

"Give me back my money right now, or I won't be so polite!"

Fatty Wang was clearly impatient; he was there to snatch it by force and wouldn't believe any talk of finding a bargain.

His burly henchman, standing beside him, took another half step forward and glared fiercely at Ye Tian:

"Don't try anything funny! And don't even try to call for help. No one will come to save you even if you scream your lungs out!"

"Don't even think about leaving here unscathed until you hand over the money today!"

Just as he reached out to grab Ye Tian's collar, Ye Tian moved.

"You're right, no matter how much you scream, no one will come to save you!"

"You want to get beaten up? I'll grant your wish!"

"Snap!"

With a crisp sound, the hand that the burly man with a face full of scars reached out to grab Ye Tian bent at an unbelievable angle.

"Ouch! My hand is broken!"

After a few seconds of stunned silence, the burly man with a fierce face suddenly felt a piercing pain in his wrist.

He clutched his severed hand, writhing on the ground in pain.

"You fatso, didn't you tell me I'd be in deep trouble?"

"Come here!" Fatty Wang waved to Ye Tianchong as he retreated.