My disciple, you are now invincible. Go down the mountain and wreak havoc on the world!

"call out--!"

The second bullet tore through the air, carrying a scorching shockwave, and precisely locked onto Ye Xunhuan's brow!

Downstairs in the lobby, Su Qingyuan's legs went weak, and she almost collapsed to the ground. "Ye Xunhuan!"

Shen Wenbai's face was ashen, and he clung to the pillar, shouting, "Mr. Ye, be careful!"

"That's a sniper rifle! Get cover!"

In the VIP room on the second floor, Lu Mingchen clenched his fists so tightly that his nails dug into the flesh of his palms, and his face was filled with an uncontrollable, maniacal smile.

Eight hundred meters away was Youge, a professional sniper, a retired special forces king he had specifically chosen.

No matter how skilled Ye Xunhuan is in combat, can he still dodge bullets?

He's definitely going to die this time!

Lu Mingchen had even started to imagine the scene of Ye Xunhuan's head being blown apart, and his mouth was practically stretched to his ears with a grin.

But the next second, the smile on his face froze, as if he had been frozen in place.

Ye Xunhuan, who was in mid-air, seemed to have eyes in the back of his head. He twisted his waist strangely and moved more than half a foot horizontally in mid-air.

The bullet whizzed past his forehead, the wind it created causing the stray hairs on his forehead to flutter slightly. It didn't even scratch his skin, not a single hair was knocked off.

"Clatter".

Ye Xunhuan landed on one foot and stood steadily on the second-floor corridor, crunching half of the candy stick he was holding in his mouth.

The tip of his tongue touched his cheek, and he slowly raised his eyes to look at the hidden window of the tall building opposite, with a scornful smile at the corner of his mouth.

"Oh dear, another one who doesn't know their place?"

His voice wasn't loud, drifting away on the evening breeze, carrying an air of nonchalant arrogance.

Everyone was stunned.

Are you blind?

Just kidding?

That's a sniper rifle!

A deadly weapon capable of shooting 800 meters!

You call this "blind" or "playing around"?

No one knew that Ye Xunhuan didn't really take it seriously at the moment.

Let alone a sniper at 800 meters, back in southern Xinjiang, even when mortars were firing at him, he could still dance on the shell casings.

This little show of force is like tickling an itch.

He casually reached into his pocket and pinched a one-yuan coin between his fingers—

This was the pocket money his third senior sister gave him last year. He couldn't bear to spend it and usually kept it in his pocket to practice his finger-flicking skills.

"Perfect, let's see if my skills have gotten rusty lately."

Ye Xunhuan muttered something to himself and flicked his wrist slightly.

"Whoosh—!"

The coin transformed into a silvery afterimage, faster than the bullet from before, instantly piercing the second-floor floor-to-ceiling window. With a sharp whistling sound, it flew straight towards the sniper position 800 meters away!

On the rooftop 800 meters away, the sniper had just pulled back the bolt, preparing to reload for the third bullet, when a sharp, piercing pain suddenly shot through his right wrist!

"ah--!"

A heart-wrenching scream pierced the night sky.

His entire right wrist was pierced by the one-yuan coin, the bone shattered into pieces, and blood splattered everywhere. The heavy sniper rifle slammed onto the concrete ground with a dull thud.

The sniper was in excruciating pain, his body convulsing, cold sweat pouring down his forehead like rain, his eyes filled with disbelief and terror.

How is that possible?

Eight hundred meters, with a single coin?

Is this something a human can do?

This is clearly a monster!

He gritted his teeth, used his left hand to push himself up, and reached for the spare pistol at his waist.

As soon as he raised his arm, he heard a light footstep behind him.

"Why are you running? Weren't you hitting me pretty hard just now?"

Ye Xunhuan had a lollipop in his mouth and his other hand in his pocket.

The sniper was terrified.

He clearly locked the stairwell entrance, so how did this person get up here?

And only thirty seconds have passed?

It flew over from the building across the street?

He was about to open his mouth to beg for mercy when he felt a chill on the back of his neck.

Ye Xunhuan twisted it casually.

"Click".

A crisp cracking sound rang out, the sniper's head lolled to the side, and he was instantly lifeless.

"Ugh! This is boring, not fun at all."

He thought Youge would send a few top experts, enough to keep him entertained for a few days.

The result was utterly disastrous.

Ye Xunhuan curled his lip, looking disgusted.

This guy dares to become an assassin?

Youge is truly deserted now; they're sending out all sorts of nobodies.

He turned and walked downstairs, but when he reached the top of the stairs, he paused, looked at the two identical stairwells on either side, and frowned.

"Tsk tsk, what's wrong with this dilapidated building? Why do all the stairwells look the same?"

He muttered something under his breath, looking a little worried.

That's right. Master Ye is fearless, but he's afraid of the long road ahead; he gets lost eight out of ten times.

Another minor flaw is that he has an insatiable sweet tooth; if he has fewer than three lollipops in his pocket, he gets irritable and starts eating them without thinking.

Fortunately, he had a keen sense of smell, and by following the lingering smell of gunpowder in the air, he managed to get downstairs without wasting much time.

When he returned to the second floor of the auction hall, only a minute had passed.

Inside the VIP box, Lu Mingchen was trembling as he dialed his father's number, hoping someone would come to his rescue.

The phone call had just been dialed when a loud "bang" was heard.

The solid wood door of the private room was kicked to pieces, and wood chips were scattered all over the floor.

Ye Xunhuan, with a candy stick in his mouth, slowly walked in through the wood chips.

His shirt wasn't even dusty, and he still had that smug smile on his lips, as if he wasn't the one who had just gone out to kill someone.

"Hey, Young Master Lu, you've finished watching the show?"

Lu Mingchen was so startled that his hand trembled, and his phone fell to the ground with a "thud," shattering the screen.

He shrank back, his back pressed firmly against the cold wall, his legs cramping, and he could barely stand.

"What...what do you want to do!"

Lu Mingchen shouted, his voice trembling despite his fierce but weak expression.

"My dad is Lu Zhenxiong! If you dare lay a finger on me, the Lu family will never let you get away with it!"

"And then there's the Netherworld Pavilion! You've seen how powerful the Netherworld Pavilion is. You've offended them, and sooner or later you'll be torn to pieces!"

"A secluded pavilion?"

Ye Xunhuan laughed out loud, stepped forward, and grabbed Lu Mingchen by the neck.

With a slight exertion of his fingertips, he lifted the 140-pound man and slammed him against the wall.

"Those bunch of good-for-nothings?"

Lu Mingchen's face turned bright red, like a duck being choked, struggling to breathe, his hands flailing wildly, and his feet kicking erratically in the air.

"explain."

Ye Xunhuan's fingers tightened slightly. "Who made the connection with the people from Youge? And who gave you the audacity to touch my woman?"

He remembered the assassin who dared to sneak up behind him and stab Su Qingyuan.

Anyone who even entertains a wicked thought about Ye Xunhuan's people, let alone touches them, will pay a bloody price.

Lu Mingchen held his breath, his eyes almost bulging out, but he stubbornly refused to say anything.

He still clung to a sliver of hope, thinking that Ye Xunhuan wouldn't dare to really kill him.

Ye Xunhuan raised an eyebrow, looking a little impatient.

He freed one hand and touched his pocket.

The left pocket was empty.

In the right pocket, there was only one strawberry-flavored lollipop left.

"Sigh, there's only one candy left."

He muttered something under his breath, and his mood instantly soured.

I originally wanted to keep one of his hands, but now it seems unnecessary.

Ye Xunhuan extended two fingers and pinched Lu Mingchen's left wrist.

"Click-clack—!"

A crisp cracking sound rang out, accompanied by Lu Mingchen's heart-wrenching screams.

His left wrist was twisted into a deformity, with bone fragments piercing his skin and blood gushing out.

"Now you know, right?"

Ye Xunhuan smiled innocently, as if he had just crushed a jujube with ease.

"I'm not a very patient person, especially when there's not much sugar."

"If you don't talk, your balls will be the next one to break. And then..."

Lu Mingchen was in so much pain that his whole body was convulsing, his shirt was soaked with cold sweat, and his eyes were filled with a deep-seated fear.

He now fully understood that this seemingly carefree young man was no ordinary live-in son-in-law.

He's a madman! A demon who crawled out of hell!

"I'll talk! I'll talk!" Lu Mingchen cried out, his voice cracking.

Snot and tears mixed together, he looked utterly pathetic.

"It's my dad! My dad asked a friend in the underworld to find the middleman at Youge!"

"They said...they said they wanted to steal the Polar Ice Lotus, and they also wanted to...kill you!"

"Is that all?" Ye Xunhuan curled his lip, looking disgusted.

"I thought it was something serious, but it turns out it's just for a broken lotus flower? Doesn't that lower your standards?"

He paused, then tightened his grip on Lu Mingchen's neck, causing Lu Mingchen to gasp for breath again, his face turning purple.

"And another thing." Ye Xunhuan's tone turned cold, and a murderous intent surged in his eyes.

"You gave the order just now, didn't you?"

"Send an assassin to kill Su Qingyuan? Who gave you the guts?"

Mentioning Su Qingyuan instantly dissipates his carefree and irresponsible demeanor, transforming his entire aura and making the surrounding space feel oppressive and suffocating.

Lu Mingchen was so frightened that his soul almost left his body, and he cried and begged for mercy:

"I...I was wrong! Mr. Ye, I was blind! I shouldn't have made a move on Miss Su!"

"I'll pay you back! I'll give you two hundred million!"

"No! Five hundred million! Please let me go this time! I'll never do it again!"

Before the words were finished, a series of light footsteps came from the door of the private room.