The evil dragon has been released from prison; it will only kill, not save!

Qin Hao put the velvet box back into his pocket and turned to look at Lin Siqi.

"Haofan Group?"

Haofan Group is one of the assets left to Qin Hao by his mentors.

"Yes!" Lin Siqi raised her chin. "You've never even heard of it, have you? It's one of the top companies in Longhai! Hai Ge has a great relationship with the higher-ups at Haofan, and the Aozhu project is about to be signed!"

Qin Hao gave a soft scoff.

"The Aozhu project? You can't sign it, I'm telling you."

The living room fell silent for a moment.

Then Lin Siqi laughed.

"Ha! Qin Hao, have you gone mad from being in jail? Do you even know what the Aozhu Project is? Yet you spout nonsense here."

Qin Hao did not respond.

He turned to Chen Guilan and nodded slightly: "Grandma, I will come to fetch you in three days."

After saying that, he glanced at Lin Chutang and lowered his voice: "Wait for me."

Then he lifted his foot and walked towards the door.

Lin Siqi was still shouting something behind him, but he didn't turn around.

Aozhu Project?

What does Lin Siqi want to do with Wang Chenghai to get her?

dream.

……

It was almost dark when Qin Hao left the Lin family's house.

There were few pedestrians on the road, and the streetlights were not yet fully lit.

He walked about 300 meters and then suddenly stopped.

Someone was following him.

I've been following them ever since they came out of the Lin family's gate.

About fifty meters behind him, his footsteps were light and his breathing was restrained, indicating that he was a trained martial artist.

Qin Hao did not turn around, his steps remained unchanged, and he continued walking forward.

He turned into a secluded alley.

At the end of the alley was an unfinished building, enclosed by corrugated iron fences, and dark inside.

Qin Hao slipped into the gap in the fence and disappeared into the darkness.

The footsteps behind quickened.

A dozen seconds later, a gray figure also slipped in.

He was an old man.

He was in his sixties, thin and bony, but with large joints and calluses on his knuckles—the marks of years of martial arts practice.

He cautiously scanned the dimly lit interior of the unfinished building, his footsteps barely touching the floor.

"Stop looking."

The voice came from behind.

The old man froze, then suddenly turned around—

A hand gripped his throat.

Qin Hao appeared behind him without him noticing, his five fingers tightening around his neck.

The old man's pupils contracted sharply, and he instinctively tried to break free, pushing his palms towards Qin Hao's chest.

However, just as that internal energy reached his palm, Qin Hao gently squeezed it—

"Crack".

The old man's inner energy was forcefully dispersed!

He felt as if all the meridians in his body were sealed off in that instant, and the power in his limbs and bones receded rapidly like the receding tide.

"You..." The old man's eyes widened.

He is a master of the eighth level of ancient martial arts!

If this were in Longhai, it would be able to do whatever it wants!

But he couldn't even withstand a single move from this young man?

"Who sent you?" Qin Hao released his grip and took a step back.

The old man rubbed his neck, his expression changing from shock to fear.

"I...I have a question for you."

The old man was startled and confessed honestly.

"Third Master sent me."

"Who is Third Master?"

"A deacon of the White Lotus Sect's Longhai branch... I'm just following orders. Third Master said someone paid the White Lotus Sect to teach a young man surnamed Qin a lesson, and he sent me to investigate..."

The White Lotus Sect.

Qin Hao's eyes flickered.

The organization founded by his seventh master, Su Qiniang.

Before Su Qiniang left Haotian Prison, she left Qin Hao with the token of the White Lotus Sect leader—a black iron ring.

"Who is the employer?"

The old man hesitated for a moment, then spoke.

"Zhao Fugui's son, Zhao Shipeng. He said he doesn't like you, Qin Hao, and offered one million to have Third Master send someone to teach you a lesson."

Zhao Fugui?

Having just suffered a setback at the cemetery, his son immediately spent a million to hire people to harass him.

Those two, father and son, how dare they!

Qin Hao took out a black ring from his pocket.

The ring was entirely black, with densely packed runes engraved on its surface, emitting a cold, metallic luster.

The moment the old man saw the ring, he was as if struck by lightning.

"This...this is...the cult leader's token?!"

"Summon the head of your Longhai branch to see me." Qin Hao put the ring back, his tone calm. "Now."

The old man's legs went weak.

He shakily pulled out his phone and dialed a number.

"President Jiang...President Jiang, come quickly! Something terrible has happened! The...the cult leader's token has appeared!"

Twenty minutes later.

Outside the unfinished building, three black SUVs came to an abrupt stop.

The car door opened, and a woman in a black trench coat walked in quickly with seven or eight people.

The woman was in her early thirties, with sharp features and an air of authority that suggested she had long held a high position.

Her name is Jiang Qingqian, the president of the Longhai branch of the White Lotus Sect.

Behind her stood a fat man in his fifties—Third Master.

As soon as Jiang Qingqian entered, her gaze locked onto Qin Hao.

"Where's the keepsake?"

Qin Hao raised his right hand, revealing the black iron ring.

Jiang Qingqian's pupils suddenly contracted.

She took two steps forward and carefully examined the runes on the ring.

"It is indeed the cult leader's property... but who are you? Why do you possess it?"

Qin Hao chuckled.

The White Lotus Sect has three core principles: "Retrieving the lotus from the fire, crossing the river in a boat, and seeing the Dao through blood." Its secret code is: left hand over heart, right palm facing sky, three kowtows as a sign of respect. The sect's highest secret code is: "Seventh Sister Returns."

These three pieces of information are known only to the top figures in the core of the White Lotus Sect.

Jiang Qingqian's breathing became rapid.

She suddenly turned her head to look at Third Master and the others behind her, then turned back to look at Qin Hao.

"Who exactly are you...?"

"Su Qiniang is my master." Qin Hao put the ring back. "She gave me this token herself. From today onwards, I am the one in charge of the White Lotus Sect."

Jiang Qingqian was startled.

She froze for a full three seconds, and then—

With a "thump," he knelt down on both knees.

"Your subordinate, Jiang Qingqian, respectfully welcomes the new sect leader!"

The Third Master and his seven or eight subordinates behind her also knelt down in unison.

"Welcome, Master!"

Qin Hao stood with his hands behind his back, looking down at the Third Master kneeling on the ground.

"Third Master, you just had someone follow me. What's the deal with that?"

Third Master's face turned completely white, and beads of sweat dripped down his forehead.

"Master... Master, please forgive me! I didn't know it was you! That Zhao Shipeng spent a million, supposedly to teach a young man surnamed Qin a lesson, but I... I was blind!"

"Alright! Get up, and don't let it happen again."

"Thank you for your magnanimity, Master!"

Qin Hao looked at Jiang Qingqian, who was waiting to the side.

Jiang Qingqian.

"Your subordinate is here!"

"I have my own plans regarding Zhao Shipeng's matter. I also want to instruct you on two things. First, investigate all information related to the Qin family with all your might. I need to know exactly who is targeting the Qin family!"

Qin Hao narrowed his eyes slightly and said coldly, "Second, raise five hundred million for me."

"Yes, I'll take care of it right away!"

Jiang Qingqian bowed and accepted the order without any hesitation.

Qin Hao didn't linger; he turned and disappeared into the night.

……

the next day.

The Lin family's living room became lively again.

Because Lin Siqi's "fiancé" Wang Chenghai has arrived.

Wang Chenghai was in his early thirties, dressed in a suit and tie, looking very respectable. He had a Patek Philippe watch on his wrist and an Hermès tie around his neck, and his whole body seemed to scream "I'm rich."

The first thing he did after entering the room was to put his arm around Lin Siqi's waist and whisper something in her ear, which made Lin Siqi laugh uncontrollably.

Then he glanced at the people in the living room, his gaze landing on Lin Chutang in the corner.

To be precise, it landed on the ring on Lin Chutang's hand.