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

The first challenge came from three hot-blooded young security guards who chose to play rock-paper-scissors.

Ye Chen faced the three of them alone, taking turns in a best-of-three format.

The first one to come up was a young man from Northeast China, 1.85 meters tall, with a loud voice and a very imposing presence.

They started by shouting their classic line: "Hey buddies, five champions..."

Ye Chen smiled and shouted along. The two of them moved their hands quickly. After three rounds, the young man from Northeast China lost all three rounds. After downing three cups of baijiu, his face turned red at a visible speed, and he was helped down by his companion while swaying.

The second one learned his lesson and didn't shout anything, focusing instead on playing rock-paper-scissors.

It turned out that Ye Chen's gestures seemed to read his mind. No matter what he played, Ye Chen could accurately beat him. After losing five games in a row, he completely broke down, squatting in a corner and muttering to himself in disbelief, "How could he guess... he couldn't possibly have guessed..."

The third one, seeing that things were not going well, temporarily switched to rolling dice.

Ye Chen didn't care. He spun the dice cup in his hand like a top, and the dice rattled in the cup for a while before he slammed them down on the table. Five sixes.

The challenger was stunned. He raised the white flag without even touching the dice cup, picked up his glass and drank it all in one gulp, then slumped onto the table and didn't move.

"Who else?" Ye Chen pushed the dice cup aside, picked up his wine glass, and slowly took a sip, his demeanor so composed that it was as if he had just drunk a cup of tea.

He Jianping watched from the side, his scalp tingling with unease.

He knew Ye Chen could drink, but he didn't know he could drink this much.

What's even more alarming is that Ye Chen remained completely expressionless throughout, not even his ears turned red, as if he had drunk mineral water instead of strong liquor.

Ye Chen even took the time to serve Jiang Ruoxi a spicy chicken, carefully picking out the peppercorns. His thoughtfulness was completely different from the ruthless drinking addict who had dominated the scene.

Ye Chen beckoned to him with his finger: "Old He, don't just look. You're the minister, it wouldn't be right not to have a drink with the deputy minister, would it?"

He Jianping shuddered, but steeled himself and picked up the wine glass.

The two drank three cups in a row and played three rounds of dice, with He Jianping losing all three rounds.

After downing three cups of double-drink penalty wine, He Jianping's eyes started to dart around, and his speech became slurred.

He Jianping mumbled indistinctly, "Ye Chen, you're not human."

He Jianping then slumped onto the table and began snoring loudly within minutes.

Ye Chen carefully helped him lie down on the sofa, and thoughtfully took off his coat to cover him. He sighed and said, "I told you not to drink with me, but you wouldn't listen. Back in the mountains, my beautiful master used to force-feed me 76-proof medicinal wine for ten years, and I could drink it like a beverage. How could you mortals possibly be my match?"

Over the next two hours, the battle in the private room intensified.

More than 30 security personnel took turns, racking their brains to come up with all sorts of tricks, such as finger-guessing, dice, 15 or 20, flipping cards, rock-paper-scissors, and so on.

One clever fellow even suggested a contest to "chicken down a whole bottle in one go." Ye Chen readily accepted the challenge and then crushed the beer bottle in one go without even taking a breath, while his opponent choked and coughed after only drinking half of it.

More and more security guards collapsed, and there weren't enough sofas. Some people simply lay down on chairs pushed together and fell fast asleep, while others clung to trash cans and refused to let go.

He Jianping woke up once in the middle of his drunken stupor. He vaguely saw Ye Chen still toasting everyone, mumbled something, and then fell asleep again.

Jiang Ruoxi sat to the side, eating her food in small bites, watching Ye Chen and the security guards arguing, a faint smile always on her lips.

Ghost Servant sat in the corner, a barely touched glass of wine in front of him. Watching the lively scene, a rare hint of gentleness appeared on his perpetually cold face.

"Uncle Ghost, why aren't you drinking?" Ye Chen walked over to Ghost Servant with a wine glass in his hand.

"I have been in the Qiao family for twenty years and have never seen such a scene before. I also don't usually like to drink."

The ghost servant picked up his wine cup, clinked it against Ye Chen's, and took a small sip.

"Uncle Gui, my brothers truly admire you. They genuinely respect you, not out of fear, but out of genuine respect."

Ye Chen turned to look at He Jianping, who was being forced to drink by two young security guards, and then at the drunkards sprawled on the sofa. He smiled slightly and said, "They're all good brothers."

After several rounds of drinks and dishes, the security guards who had collapsed began to snore, and the few who were still holding on were at their last gasp, their eyes barely moving.

Seeing that it was almost time, Jiang Ruoxi walked to Ye Chen's side and gently tugged at his sleeve.

"That's enough, it's time to go home."

Just as Ye Chen was about to nod, he suddenly felt a cold aura coming from the direction of the private room door.

Ye Chen subconsciously looked up, his gaze passing over the mess of cups and plates on the table and the drunkards lying haphazardly, and landing on the half-closed door of the private room.

There was no one at the door, but the aura was real—cold, sinister, and carrying a sense of danger that made Ye Chen's hair stand on end.

At the same moment, the ghost servant also stood up. His cloudy eyes suddenly became extremely sharp, and he was like an old wolf that had sensed danger. His muscles tensed up instantly, and his old fingertips clenched slightly like knives.

Jiang Ruoxi noticed their unusual behavior: "What's wrong?"

Ye Chen's smile remained unchanged. He took the coat back from He Jianping and draped it over his own shoulders, his movements unhurried and deliberate, as if nothing had happened.

Then he turned to Jiang Ruoxi with a relaxed smile, his voice low: "It's nothing, I'm going out for a smoke. Uncle Gui, you take Ruoxi home first."

"Ye Chen... what's wrong?" Jiang Ruoxi wanted to say something.

"Listen to me, go back first. These are all minor issues. I can handle them." Ye Chen's tone remained gentle, but a certain undeniable force flashed in his eyes.

Jiang Ruoxi glanced at him, said nothing more, and turned to pick up her bag.

The ghost servant walked to her side and nodded to Ye Chen expressionlessly.

After the two left through the back door, Ye Chen walked out of the private room alone, closing the door behind him and shutting out the snoring and smell of alcohol that filled the room.

The atmosphere in the corridor of the private room became extremely tense.

Ye Chen leaned against the wooden pillar at the entrance of the private room and took out a lollipop from his pocket.

He doesn't smoke, but he always has something in his mouth when he's thinking.

He popped the lollipop into his mouth and stared calmly into the shadows at the end of the corridor.

"Since you're here, come out. Hiding in the shadows is no fun. You've concealed your aura well, but you haven't hidden your killing intent. Aren't you tired of holding it in for so long?"

Ye Chen shouted loudly, and soon a figure dressed in black emerged from the shadows.