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At the end of the corridor, a person slowly walked out of the shadows.

The man was around forty years old, of medium build, and dressed in a black long gown, which made him stand out in the restaurant filled with casual clothes and suits.

His appearance was unremarkable; he would have been easily lost in a crowd. But his eyes were unforgettable.

Narrow and cold, its pupils seemed to hold two venomous snakes, hissing and flicking their tongues.

Those targeted by him will feel a suffocating sensation, as if a venomous snake is coiled around their neck.

Ye Chen leaned against a pillar, twirled a lollipop in his mouth, looked the newcomer up and down, and then did something that the other person never expected.

He pulled the lollipop out of his mouth, waved at the newcomer, and said in a tone as if he were greeting a neighbor, "Hey buddy, have you eaten yet? If not, there's still some left. The spicy chicken is pretty good, but they put too much Sichuan peppercorn in it."

The newcomer ignored his mockery, his voice cold and hoarse, like two pieces of sandpaper rubbing against each other: "You're Ye Chen?"

"It's me. Who are you? Who referred you? Why didn't you call ahead to make an appointment before coming? I could have asked the guys to reserve a couple more bottles of wine."

Ye Chen was still smiling, but his body had unknowingly moved away from the pillar.

The aura emanating from the person opposite him was far more dangerous than any opponent he had ever encountered before.

"I am Du Qiansui, and I have come here specifically to see you, Ye Chen." The man announced his name in a calm tone, as if his name alone was enough to explain everything.

"Oh, looks like I, Ye Chen, am quite popular, huh?"

At this moment, Ye Chen's mind was racing, but the smile on his face remained unchanged.

He had seen the name Du Qiansui on the list of Qiao family experts compiled by the ghost servant.

He was neither a retainer of the Qiao family nor on the Qiao family's list of masters above the Inner Strength level; rather, he was a master who worked alone.

He was placed on the list of extremely dangerous individuals by the Ghost Servant, who also conducted a special analysis of him.

"Du Qiansui? That's a powerful name. I've only ever seen names with more impressive names on TV."

Ye Chen put the lollipop back into his mouth, crunched the candy ball, and the plastic stick curled up at the corner of his mouth.

"Haha, it's good that you know, so you won't waste your breath later..."

Du Qiansui was clearly unhappy with Ye Chen's grinning face and didn't want to talk to him much.

"I heard you're Han Song's senior brother? The one who was expelled from the sect fifteen years ago?"

Du Qiansui narrowed his eyes slightly, a hint of surprise flashing in his snake-like pupils: "It seems you know quite a bit. Did the ghost servant tell you?"

"Uncle Gui didn't say much, but you can find out these things by looking into them a little. For example, you entered the sect ten years earlier than your junior brother Han Song. You were expelled from the sect for secretly practicing forbidden techniques. When you left, your master almost beat you to death."

Ye Chen replied slowly and deliberately, but his gaze grew increasingly sharp.

"They know more than I imagined, but it doesn't matter if they don't..."

Du Qiansui did not give a direct answer to Ye Chen's question, but simply gave a perfunctory reply.

"Someone who hasn't been heard from in fifteen years suddenly appears in a Jiangcheng-style restaurant; surely he's not here for spicy chicken?"

"Someone invited me back to deal with you." Du Qiansui didn't beat around the bush and stated his purpose directly.

"I thought it would be a boring job. How strong could a country bumpkin be? But I watched you from outside for a while. You drank more than 30 people down without batting an eye. Your internal strength is indeed impressive. It's no fluke that you were able to defeat Han Song."

As he spoke, he slowly extended a hand.

The hand was so pale it was devoid of any color, with long, slender fingers and neatly trimmed nails, making it look like a pair of hands used for playing the piano.

But Ye Chen noticed that his fingertips were faintly glowing with a dark red light, as if something was flowing under his skin.

At the same time, a nauseating stench of blood emanated from that hand, as if it had been soaking in a pool of blood for many years and could never be washed clean.

The Ghost Servant once said that the reason why forbidden techniques are called forbidden techniques is because the cultivation methods are too cruel.

It requires tempering the hands with the blood of living people to fuse the toxins and internal energy together. Once mastered, the palm strikes will be poisonous, and anyone struck by them will die instantly with no antidote.

However, due to prolonged exposure to toxins, the cultivator's meridians will be gradually eroded, which may result in a shortened lifespan or, in severe cases, demonic possession and sudden death.

Fifteen years ago, Du Qiansui was expelled from the sect by Han Song's master because he was discovered secretly practicing this evil skill.

On the day he left, Du Qiansui went berserk, hurting people everywhere. He punched his master through the chest with one palm and then disappeared without a trace.

Everyone thought he was dead, but they never expected that he was not only alive, but had also mastered the Blood Fiend Palm technique to such an extent.

The redness of his fingers indicates that the poison has penetrated deep into his bone marrow, signifying that his skill has reached its peak, but it also means that he may die from the poison at any time.

A master who is on the verge of death is ten times more terrifying than a healthy master, because he has no worries about the future.

Furthermore, he's willing to disregard everything for fame, so Ye Chen only asked about the situation symbolically.

"What did that person promise you? Money? Power? Or did he help you kill Han Song's master? No, you killed his master fifteen years ago, so it should be helping you kill Han Song?"

Ye Chen's tone remained light and cheerful, but his feet were now completely apart, his knees slightly bent, and his center of gravity lowered to his dantian. The true qi within his body circulated quietly like spring water, flowing along his meridians to his limbs, ready to respond at any moment.

Ye Chen was activating the starting stance of the Breaking Palm technique.

Du Qiansui revealed a chilling smile: "I want the entire Jiang Group. Someone has promised me that as long as I kill you and Ghost Servant, the Jiang Group will be mine. He only wants the territory of Jiang City. I'm not interested in the territory. What I'm interested in is the peace jade pendant on Jiang Ruoxi's body."

Ye Chen's smile vanished instantly.

His gaze seemed to be suddenly ignited by something, and the carefree, nonchalant security chief from before vanished in an instant.

Instead, a pair of icy, knife-like eyes and an undisguised killing intent emanating from his entire body enveloped Ye Chen.

The temperature in the corridor seemed to freeze instantly, and the leaves of the potted green ivy in the corner moved swaying without wind, making a soft rustling sound.

"What did you say? I don't understand what you mean." Ye Chen's voice was very soft, as soft as a needle falling on cotton, but it made Du Qiansui's heart tighten.

"You don't know?" Du Qiansui tilted his head, his smile becoming increasingly eerie, as if Ye Chen's reaction was exactly what he wanted.

Ye Chen knew that Du Qiansui was more difficult to deal with than Guipu and Han Song.

A fierce battle was inevitable, and Ye Chen no longer harbored any illusions.