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Ye Chen had never been as clear-headed as he was at this moment.

Qin Wuyi's words were like a bucket of ice water poured over his head, which actually suppressed the anxiety in his heart.

Jiang Ruoxi stayed at the hotel, and Guipu and the others didn't go with her. Although the two veterans who followed her were quite skilled, they couldn't withstand a single blow from a master like Qin Wuyi.

That's precisely why he can't panic.

Qin Wuyi wanted to use Jiang Ruoxi to disturb his mind and make him lose his composure.

If Ye Chen truly falls into this trap, then he will be doomed forever.

"Old Song, follow me and slowly move to the right," Ye Chen said in a voice only the two of them could hear, his hand already touching the metal cabinet on the wall.

The cabinet was about half a person's height, with two bundles of old, oil-soaked ropes piled on top, and a fire extinguisher bottle standing next to it.

He touched each item one by one, his mind racing.

No matter how fast Qin Wuyi's sword is, it still needs light to shine through.

The basement was now pitch black, with only a faint ray of daylight filtering through the warehouse from the entrance.

Even Qin Wuyi's eyes might not be able to see clearly in this godforsaken place.

The fact that his sword was able to stab me just now probably means he was able to pinpoint the location by sound.

As long as Ye Chen can create the wrong sound, he will have a chance to fight back.

He made a gesture to Song Tiezhu, and the two of them simultaneously took off one shoe, lightly rubbed the sole on the ground to make two very faint friction sounds, and then suddenly threw it in two different directions.

The shoes slammed against the corner of the wall with two loud thuds, sounding unusually jarring in the cramped basement.

The sword suddenly flashed and stabbed towards the right side of the shoe.

Ye Chen caught that instant; the moment the sword light flashed, it also illuminated Qin Wuyi's silhouette.

Ye Chen, like a cheetah that had been gathering its strength, suddenly sprang up from the left blind spot, clearing a path with three silver needles, followed closely by a short knife, aiming straight for Qin Wuyi's wrist holding the sword.

Qin Wuyi's reaction was incredibly fast. Before the sword strike had even subsided, she had already countered, and the wind from her sword stung Ye Chen's cheek.

But this time Ye Chen didn't dodge. He gritted his teeth and blocked with his left arm. The blade sliced ​​across his forearm, blood splattered, and a burning pain shot straight to the top of his head.

But Ye Chen's knife had already arrived.

The short knife slid in along the blade, its tip piercing half an inch below Qin Wuyi's right wrist. The penetration was very shallow, yet it made that rock-solid hand tremble.

"You're courting death." Qin Wuyi sneered, and struck Ye Chen squarely in the chest with his left hand.

Ye Chen felt as if his chest had been struck by an iron hammer, and he flew backward, knocking over the metal cabinet behind him, with old documents clattering all over him.

Ye Chen felt a sweet taste in his throat, and blood was already trickling from the corner of his mouth. Song Tiezhu pounced from the side, picked up the fire extinguisher bottle, and smashed it violently against Qin Wuyi.

Qin Wuyi didn't even look, and with a flick of his sword hilt, he smashed it into the fire extinguisher bottle.

The metal cylinder was knocked away, smashed against the wall and exploded, spraying dry powder all over the room, spreading like mist.

It was at this moment.

Ye Chen got up from the ground, but instead of picking up the knife, he kicked off the ground with both legs and slammed into Qin Wuyi like a cannonball.

Qin Wuyi's vision was obstructed by the powder, and she only felt a strong gust of wind rushing towards her face. She subconsciously raised her sword to block.

But Ye Chen didn't fight him with his sword at all. Instead, he grabbed his left arm and rammed his shoulder into his chest, knocking Qin Wuyi to the ground.

The two men crashed to the ground, raising a cloud of white powder and scattered documents.

Ye Chen pressed down on Qin Wuyi, blood dripping from his left arm, while his right hand held a silver needle, aiming straight for Qin Wuyi's neck.

Qin Wuyi swung her sword to block, but the blade got stuck on Ye Chen's shoulder, leaving her no room to maneuver.

Ye Chen's silver needle pierced near Qin Wuyi's shoulder well. Qin Wuyi groaned, his right arm went numb and tingling, and he almost dropped his longsword.

Song Tiezhu arrived at that moment, stepped on Qin Wuyi's sword hilt, and forcefully took the silken sword away.

"Your sword is fast." Ye Chen panted heavily, his grip remaining firm.

"But you rely on it too much. A swordsman without a sword is no different from a snake with its teeth pulled out."

As Ye Chen spoke, he slammed his right fist hard against Qin Wuyi's temple.

Qin Wuyi's pupils dilated, and she finally closed her eyes unwillingly.

Ye Chen rolled off him, leaned against the wall, and gasped for breath.

The dry powder was still floating in the air, like a thin, white snowfall.

Song Tiezhu threw Qin Wuyi's sword aside and tore off his own clothes to bandage Ye Chen's left arm.

Ye Chen waved his hand, took out his phone, and called Ghost Servant.

"How's it going up there?" His voice was terribly hoarse.

"Qin Wuyi came alone, there's no one else outside, how are you?" The ghost servant's voice was unusually urgent.

"We've caught him." Ye Chen chuckled softly, a tired yet relaxed laugh.

"Call Qiao San's men in and get him out. Don't go through the front door; take the back waterway, use Brother Song's motorboat. This guy is even more slippery on the water than on land; we can't let our guard down for a second."

After hanging up the phone, Ye Chen slowly stood up, leaning against the wall.

He walked to the safe that Qin Wuyi had smashed open by the wall, picked up the black velvet bag embroidered with plum blossoms, and stuffed it into his inner pocket.

Song Tiezhu helped him up the steps. Qin Wuyi was tied up like a dumpling by two veterans who had chased him down, and his mouth was gagged.

Ye Chen paused as he passed by him, his voice low: "Whether you're awake or unconscious, I have many questions for you when it's light."

After saying that, he stopped looking and, supporting himself against the wall, walked step by step toward the ground.

When I came out of the warehouse, the sky was already turning blue.

The river breeze was damp and cold, feeling like a cold cloth soaked in river water on his face. Ye Chen was covered in blood, and his vision was blurring in waves.

But he immediately spotted a group of people standing at the dock entrance. The one in the lead, slender with hair disheveled by the wind, was running towards him.

"Ye Chen!"

Jiang Ruoxi was running so fast that her high heels twisted on the gravel and she almost fell, but Ayiguli caught her.

Ye Chen wanted to smile at her, but the muscles in his face wouldn't obey him, and he could only make an extremely ugly expression.

Jiang Ruoxi rushed over and caught his swaying body, tears streaming down her face.

"Who sent you here..." Ye Chen said weakly, but he still had the mind to joke.

"It's windy here, who will take care of me if I catch a cold?"

Jiang Ruoxi was both crying and angry. She reached out to hit him, but couldn't bring herself to do it. In the end, she could only hold his uninjured hand tightly and say over and over again, "It's good that you're back...it's good that you're back..."

Song Tiezhu turned his face away, pretending to look at Jiang.

The ghost servant looked up at the sky, took off his coat, and draped it over Ye Chen.

Aygul said nothing, but walked quietly at the back. The bloodstains on the back of her knife had not yet been wiped clean, and when the morning light shone on them, they looked like a thin, bright ray of light.

As dawn broke, the East Suburb Wharf had never been so quiet.

A thin layer of light blue mist floated on the river, as if something had been washed clean.

Ye Chen was helped into the car.

He leaned back in the back seat, and Jiang Ruoxi sat next to him, holding his hand tightly.

He turned his head to look at her; her makeup was all ruined, and her eyes were terribly red, but she was still beautiful.