Unparalleled medical and martial arts skills, saving the CEO's fiancée at the start.

Ye Chen's sword was so fast that even he himself couldn't see it clearly.

The sword's edge barely grazed Wen Jiuhong's sleeve, like a black snake disappearing into the night.

Wen Jiuhong withdrew his hand extremely quickly, flipped his short sword, and parried the Ku Zhao Sword with a clang.

The two clashed under the chandelier, exchanging blows head-on. Ye Chen felt the force from the sword was heavy and slippery, like cutting into a ball of old hemp rope soaked in oil. He couldn't get a grip on it and was instead pulled along, causing his body to stagnate.

Wen Jiuhong took the opportunity to step back two steps and stand behind Zhang Da, the blade still held against his shoulder and neck.

"As expected, they've arrived." Wen Jiuhong smiled, his voice unhurried, as if he were chatting casually at a banquet.

"Then you can all stay here tonight." As soon as he finished speaking, seven or eight men in black suddenly emerged from the shadows behind him and surrounded Ye Chen and Aygul.

The warehouse was suddenly filled with the glint of knives, the sound of footsteps, and the clanging of metal against the shelves.

Ye Chen abandoned his usual nonchalant fighting style, his movements as swift as lightning, his sword sheath and sword flashing alternately, and wherever the sword's edge swept, someone would fall to the ground.

Aygul stood guard on his flank, her short sword flashing like a black whirlwind.

Han Song also led his men in through the back door and engaged in a fierce battle with the Blackwater Knife Hands on the perimeter.

The ghost servant then emerged from another side door, heading straight for Wen Jiuhong's right side. The iron ruler whistled through the air as it struck Wen Jiuhong's wrist and lower body, which were holding the knife.

Despite being attacked from both sides by Ye Chen and the Ghost Servant, Wen Jiuhong showed no signs of defeat. He wielded the short knife with unparalleled skill, its softness resembling a snake's tongue and its fierceness like an iron whip. He managed to advance and retreat with composure even when surrounded by two masters.

Ye Chen became increasingly alarmed as the fight progressed.

This person looks like a respectable and refined gentleman, but his moves are more cunning and steady than Qin Wuyi's.

What made him even more uneasy was that, from the start of the fight until now, Wen Jiuhong had been mostly on the defensive and rarely on the offensive, as if he was waiting for something.

Ye Chen forced back the swordsman facing him with a single sword strike, and his eyes swept over Jiang Ruoxi.

She had retreated behind a shelf, and from somewhere she had pulled out a broken iron pipe, which she held directly in front of the two men in black who were trying to flank her.

Ye Chen's heart tightened, and he tried to pull away, but Wen Jiuhong suddenly pressed close and thrust his short knife straight at his back.

"Your opponent is me," Wen Jiuhong said in a low voice, the tip of his knife carrying a very faint fishy smell.

Ye Chen parried with his sword, and the two clashed, their swords almost touching face to face.

Ye Chen looked into his eyes, and there was no anger or panic in them, only a bottomless calm, as if he had already settled accounts for life and death.

Alarm bells rang in Ye Chen's mind. Despite taking a knife to the shoulder, he sidestepped and elbowed Wen Jiuhong away, rushing towards Jiang Ruoxi.

When he rushed over, Jiang Ruoxi had just knocked one person down with an iron pipe, and another person was kneed in the groin by her and was curled up on the ground gasping for breath.

Ye Chen shielded her, and with a backhand slash, forced back a knife-wielding attacker.

Jiang Ruoxi, panting, whispered, "I'm fine, but Uncle Zhang is about to collapse."

Ye Chen gritted his teeth and shouted to the ghost servant, "Save Uncle Zhang!"

The ghost servant responded by changing his move, using the iron ruler to deflect Wen Jiuhong's knife. He then rolled to the concrete pillar and used the iron ruler to cut the ropes binding Zhang Da.

Zhang Da's body went limp, and he was half-supported and half-dragged out by the ghost servant.

Wen Jiuhong didn't pursue him.

He took a few steps back, took out a tiny metal whistle from his pocket, put it in his mouth, and blew it hard.

The whistle was extremely sharp and thin, like a fine needle piercing into everyone's ears.

Suddenly, several extremely bright lights lit up on the river outside the warehouse, like several giant white eyes opening from the fog.

A small speedboat sped down from upstream, with a person standing at the bow holding something in his hand, aiming at the warehouse door.

"Get out of the way!" Ye Chen pounced and tackled Jiang Ruoxi to the ground.

Almost simultaneously, a bright red light shone from the bow of the ship, striking the chandelier in the warehouse. The chandelier shattered with a bang, and glass shards fell like raindrops.

The red light swept across, shattering wooden crates and breaking iron frames wherever it passed, as if an invisible giant hand had plowed through them.

"It's a crossbow!" Han Song popped his head out from behind the shelf, his voice cracking.

"Blackwater's gone mad, messing with this guy at the docks!"

Ye Chen carried Jiang Ruoxi and rolled behind a thick iron pillar.

Another shot came from outside, this time hitting the iron pillar, making their ears ring, and rust and dust fell down.

Wen Jiuhong had already taken advantage of the chaos to leave the warehouse and retreat towards the speedboat on the riverbank.

Ye Chen couldn't let him leave like that. He released Jiang Ruoxi, crouched down, and darted out from behind a pillar. Like a large bird flying close to the ground, he chased after her to the shore in a few leaps.

The speedboat had already left the shore, and Wen Jiuhong stood at the stern, his clothes fluttering in the wind.

He looked at Ye Chen and actually smiled again, his voice drifting back from afar: "Next time we meet, I'll start with the people around you."

Ye Chen stood on the shore, holding the Kuzhao Sword, his face turned blue from the river wind.

He watched the speedboat sail away, feeling as if a cold, heavy stone was lodged in his chest.

Aygul chased after them, wanting to go into the water, but Ye Chen stopped her: "Don't chase them, there might be others underwater."

He wiped the blood and salty smell of the river water from his face and said in a low voice, "Let's check on Ruoxi and Uncle Zhang first."

Zhang Da was rescued, but he had already passed out. The ghost servant gave him some basic first aid, and Han Song carried him to the carriage.

Jiang Ruoxi, wearing Ye Chen's coat, walked over and grabbed Zhang Da's hand. Her eyes were red, but she didn't shed a tear.

Ye Chen walked over, removed her hand from Zhang Da's hand, took it in his own, and said softly, "Let's go to the hospital. We'll settle this score with Wen Jiuhong another day."

On the way back to the city, no one spoke.

As the car drove across the river embankment, the sky was already tinged with a very faint gray-white.

Ye Chen leaned back in the back seat, and Jiang Ruoxi leaned on his shoulder. He held her hand and felt that she was still trembling slightly.

He bent down and kissed the top of her head, saying, "Let's go home."

Jiang Ruoxi didn't say anything, but just gripped his hand tighter.

As dawn approached, news came from the hospital that Zhang Da was not in mortal danger; he had only been hit on the back of the head and was extremely weak from being tied up for so long.

Jiang Ruoxi finally breathed a sigh of relief.

She asked Han Song to stay at the hospital with his men and hired the best caregiver for Zhang Da.

After arranging everything, she turned to look at Ye Chen, her tone calm as if she had just experienced a hail of bullets: "Wen Jiuhong's last words were not a bluff. He said he would start with the people around me. The next person could be He Jianping, Zhou Wantong, or any of the old employees in my company. We can't wait for him to make his move."

"I understand, so this time, we have to take the initiative to cast our net. We lost one of his boats at Wuyi Ferry, and he escaped from the dock. He's better at hiding than Qin Wuyi. But Fang Zhe said that whenever Wen Jiuhong arrives at a new place, he never looks for soldiers first, but for eyes and eyes. Whoever acts as his eyes and eyes, we'll gouge out their eyes first, leaving him completely in the dark. No matter how ruthless he is, he can't turn the world upside down."

Jiang Ruoxi turned her head, looking at the increasingly bright light on the horizon, and said softly, "Then dig, bury the black water in every eye of Jiangcheng, leave no one alive."