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The ghost servant remained silent for a long time, a complex emotion flashing in his cloudy old eyes—gratitude, relief, and a certain indescribable feeling.

Then he slowly stood up and solemnly cupped his hands in greeting to Ye Chen.

"I have remembered the seven acupuncture treatments. As agreed, I will no longer serve the Qiao family until I am fully healed."

To show his sincerity and dispel Ye Chen's concerns, Ghost Servant felt that he should also make some gesture.

He took a black token from his waist, placed it on the table, and pushed it in front of Ye Chen: "This token is my token. When the experts under the Qiao family see this token, they will give me some face. In addition, as for the Qiao family's background, if you want to know anything, I will tell you everything I know."

Ye Chen picked up the token and examined it. It was made of neither gold nor iron, and it felt heavy in his hand. The front was engraved with the character "ghost," and the back was a picture of a ferocious beast with bared fangs and claws.

He casually stuffed it into his pocket, but when he looked up again, his expression turned serious: "Old Ghost, my question is simple: just how many trump cards does the Qiao family have up their sleeve?"

The ghost servant sat down again, his expression serious: "The Qiao family has been operating in the provincial capital for thirty years. Their foundation is much deeper than you imagine. Not to mention their assets on the surface, they have at least twenty experts they secretly keep. Among them, seven or eight are above the Dark Force level, and besides myself, there is one more at the Transformation Force level."

"There's one more?" Ye Chen raised an eyebrow, which was unexpected.

"His name is Han Song. He is forty-five years old and in his prime. He broke through to the Transformation Realm five years ago. He is a martial arts genius cultivated by the Qiao family. Unlike me, he is an orphan that Qiao San picked up from the streets and raised to his current position. He is loyal to Qiao San and is the sharpest knife in the Qiao family."

"How strong is he?" Ye Chen asked casually.

"In terms of skill, he is not as proficient as I am, but he is young and vigorous, and is at his peak. If we really fight, I may not be his match. He was in seclusion for a while to practice a new skill, so Qiao San sent me here. Now, judging by the time, he should be out of seclusion soon."

The ghost servant spoke very carefully and analyzed things very accurately.

Ye Chen nodded thoughtfully and memorized the name Han Song.

"Besides Han Song?"

"There's another person you need to be wary of. Qiao San is not only a businessman, but also a martial artist with a cultivation level at the peak of Dark Force. His mind is more dangerous than his skills. He is good at planning and scheming, and his methods are ruthless. He never plays by the rules. Compared to him, Li Chengwen's tricks are just child's play."

Ye Chen nodded. He had experienced Qiao San's tricks before. He stood up, stretched, and cracked his joints. "Okay, I understand. Old Ghost, you take good care of your injuries. Stay at my place for a while. If Han Song dares to come, I'll protect you."

Ghost Servant raised his eyelids and glanced at Ye Chen, a strange light flashing in his sharp eyes.

This young man was unlike anyone he had ever met. Despite having enough strength and resources to make him risk his life, he remained unmoved.

"Aren't you afraid that I'll feign allegiance and then turn on you once I've recovered?"

Ye Chen chuckled and put the silver needles back into his cloth bag one by one: "Old ghost, you could have easily ambushed me last night, but you didn't. You insisted on standing in the rain waiting for me to come up and fight you fair and square. A person who wouldn't even stoop to a sneak attack wouldn't do something like that, saying one thing to my face and another behind my back. Besides, even if you recover, you might not be able to beat me. What am I afraid of?"

Ghost Servant's lips twitched suddenly, whether he wanted to laugh or curse was unclear.

After a long silence, he squeezed out two words through gritted teeth: "Arrogant."

"That's arrogance with guts." Ye Chen stuffed the cloth bag into his pocket and walked towards the door.

Seeing that the ghost servant remained silent, Ye Chen urged him again.

"Come on, Lao Gui, I'll take you to the cafeteria for breakfast. Our meat buns are delicious, better than those in the provincial capital."

The ghost servant stood up and followed behind him. After taking two steps, he suddenly stopped and said out of the blue, "Han Song's specialty is fast attacks. He has mastered the Twelve-Road Spring Kick to perfection. If you face him, be careful with your lower body."

Ye Chen paused, turned back to look at the ghost servant, and grinned: "Thanks, old ghost."

That evening, when Jiang Ruoxi returned home from get off work, she found an extra person at the villa's entrance.

The ghost servant changed into a clean gray training uniform, sat upright on the steps by the door, and closed his eyes to rest.

Hearing footsteps, he opened his eyes and nodded slightly to Jiang Ruoxi as a greeting.

"Uncle Gui, why are you sitting here?" Jiang Ruoxi asked.

"On night duty, Qiao San suffered such a great loss, Han Song might make a move against you at any time. With this old man sitting at the door, he won't dare to do anything reckless."

Jiang Ruoxi was stunned for a moment.

This assassin, who was sent by the enemy yesterday, is now sitting at her doorstep keeping watch for her. The contrast is so stark that she is not used to it.

She opened her mouth as if to say something polite, but faced with the ghost servant's expressionless face, she felt that nothing she said would be appropriate.

Finally, she simply said, "Then I'll have to trouble Uncle Gui," and then pushed open the door to enter the villa.

As soon as you enter, the aroma of stir-fried dishes wafts from the kitchen.

Ye Chen, wearing Jiang Ruoxi's pink floral apron, was humming an off-key folk song while tossing the wok. The sweet and sour pork ribs in the pot were rolling in the flames, their color bright red and their aroma filling the air.

"Honey's back? Wash your hands and eat. I made your favorite sweet and sour pork ribs today."

Ye Chen said without turning his head, his tone so natural as if this scene had been repeated a thousand times.

Jiang Ruoxi leaned against the kitchen door frame, watching his back, and suddenly asked, "Ye Chen, how did you manage to get someone who came to kill you to sit at our doorstep and keep watch for us?"

Ye Chen turned off the stove, put the ribs into a plate, turned around, and thought seriously for a moment: "Because I can treat patients. The hardest thing to repay in this world is not money, but favors. Old Master Qiao used a favor to bind him for twenty years, making him willingly serve as his tool."

Ye Chen really didn't want to tie Lao Gui down, so he offered him a fair deal: he would help him heal his injuries and remain neutral until he recovered. He also analyzed the pros and cons for him and let him decide for himself.

"What are the pros and cons?" Jiang Ruoxi asked curiously.

"I asked him, 'The Qiao family has been good to you all these years. Is it because they truly consider you one of their own, or because you have some use to them? If his cultivation level remains stuck at the threshold of the Transformation Realm and his old injuries worsen, how many more years will the Qiao family support him?'"

Ye Chen picked up the plate and walked out. As he passed Jiang Ruoxi, he winked at her and said, "He thought about it for a long time and finally agreed with me, thinking that I was right."

Jiang Ruoxi was silent for a moment, then suddenly laughed: "You're such a clever little devil."

"Of course, look who his husband is." Ye Chen proudly raised his chin and placed the sweet and sour pork ribs neatly on the dining table.