Warning! A hidden dragon has emerged!

Lin Wanrou is indeed exceptionally talented.

He quickly grasped the essence of cultivation and successfully guided Qi into his body.

The pure Yang energy of Qin Quan merged within his body, Yin and Yang complementing each other, breaking through the shackles.

In the blink of an eye, she stepped into the early stage of Qi Refining.

boom!

A bone-chilling cold suddenly exploded outwards from her center.

The room temperature plummeted, and a layer of frost covered the windowpanes.

This is a sign that the pure Yin body has been fully activated.

Upon realizing this, Qin Quan was overjoyed.

"The pure Yin body is indeed powerful, but I like it!"

Without further hesitation, he activated the Pure Yang Limitless Technique, drawing all the overflowing pure Yin energy into his dantian, greedily absorbing this unexpected gift.

Half an hour later, the room returned to silence.

Lin Wanrou felt the abundant spiritual energy within her body, and when she looked up, she met Qin Quan's burning gaze.

Their eyes met, their gazes filled with barely concealed desire.

"Boss lady, how are you feeling?"

Qin Quan's voice was hoarse, and the desire in his eyes almost overflowed.

"Not... very good."

Lin Wanrou spoke shyly, her pretty face flushed.

Paired with that black stockings, short skirt, and white shirt, she resembled a blooming lily.

Pure yet alluring!

Qin Quan leaned forward, his warm breath brushing against her ear.

"Then let's get down to business."

"I...I'll do whatever you say."

Lin Wanrou trembled and nodded slightly, clearly resigned to her fate.

Qin Quan's heart raced, his blood boiled, and he excitedly rubbed his hands together before shoving Lin Wanrou down onto the bed.

Just as the two were about to take further action...

suddenly!

There was a loud bang.

The door to the presidential suite was violently kicked open, sending splinters of wood flying.

A chilling killing intent instantly swept across the entire area.

"Damn it, which blind bastard dared to interrupt my good time?"

Qin Quan was furious when his good deed was ruined and was forced to stop.

He rolled out of bed, and with a flick of his palm, the blanket automatically covered Lin Wanrou. The movement was swift and efficient, completed in one smooth motion.

"They really are a pair of adulterers."

The masked man in black slowly entered the room, his voice icy.

"Someone's offering a small reward for your life. Are you going to do it yourself, or should I send you on your way?"

"A hitman? Doesn't seem like it."

Qin Quan's gaze turned cold as he locked onto the other person.

Professional assassins rarely speak, but this fool, despite having a clear opportunity to launch a sneak attack, insisted on putting on airs.

He had no idea that inside the BMW downstairs...

Song Yunhui, Fang Mushou, and others are waiting for good news.

Fang Mushou, in particular, did not know how much money Song Yunhui had contributed, but he himself had paid 4 billion yuan in cash.

If he heard that the bounty was 100 million, he would be so angry that he would vomit blood.

That damned Song Yunhui not only didn't contribute a single penny, but he also embezzled 3.9 billion yuan.

Qin Quan narrowed his eyes, staring at the other person with a half-smile.

"What if I don't choose?"

"If you don't choose, then die!"

Before he could finish speaking, a cold glint appeared.

With a flick of his wrist, the masked man in black sent the dagger whistling through the air as it hurtled straight for Qin Quan's neck.

It moves at an extremely high speed, almost imperceptible to the naked eye.

But in Qin Quan's eyes, the movements that were as fast as a blur were like a tortoise crawling.

Just as the dagger was about to touch his collar, Qin Quan slowly raised his hand.

A palm strike was unleashed!

They came later but arrived first.

A powerful, heavy hand landed precisely on the other person's wrist.

Click!

The masked man screamed as his wrist snapped off, and the dagger clattered to the ground.

"Is that all you've got? You dare try to kill me? Do you think I'm made of clay?"

Qin Quan spoke with disdain, but the anger in his heart had not subsided.

"You...you're not an eighth-grade grandmaster at all!"

The masked assassin endured excruciating pain, his face filled with terror.

He was an eighth-rank grandmaster, known for his speed, but Qin Quan overtook him despite starting later.

With just one move, he crippled his wrist, and even the dagger was knocked to the ground.

Fear began to spread in his heart, and suddenly, the thought of running away arose in his mind.

Interrupting Qin Quan's good time and then wanting to get away unscathed? That's just wishful thinking.

Qin Quan slowly raised his hand, and a large hand of spiritual energy suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Condensing Qi into soldiers?"

The masked assassin was shocked. "You're not a grandmaster, you're a Martial King."

"If you say so, then so be it."

Qin Quan was too lazy to explain, and there was no need to explain.

His arm suddenly lashed forward, and the large, spiritual hand instantly locked onto the other person's neck.

"Tell me, who sent you?"

"Let...let me go!"

The masked assassin was lifted high by a powerful spiritual hand, his feet off the ground, and he kicked wildly in the air.

His chest felt like it was about to explode, and he was so suffocated that his face turned purple and the veins on his forehead bulged.

"Not going to tell?"

Qin Quan's lips curled into a cold smile.

"Aside from Song Yunhui and Fang Mushou, I haven't offended anyone. Since they want to kill me, then you'll pay for their lives."

The magical hand lifted the masked man and carried him straight to the floor-to-ceiling window.

The window was open, and a cool night breeze blew in.

The hotel is 36 stories high, and the parking lot is 100 meters below.

The masked assassin felt the howling wind, like the wailing of a vengeful ghost, and was immediately terrified, begging for mercy repeatedly.

"Don't kill me! I'll tell you everything! It was Ge Qianshan from the provincial martial arts alliance who sent me to kill you..."

"It's too late to say that now!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Qin Quan flicked his wrist, and his spiritual energy hand hurled the masked assassin out of the window.

"what……"

Terrified screams echoed all around, shattering the tranquility of the night.

Immediately afterwards, a loud thud was heard as a heavy object fell to the ground.

boom!

All the vehicles in the parking lot had their yellow lights flashing, and piercing alarms blared incessantly.

Chaos erupted instantly at the hotel entrance.

"Someone jumped off a building!"

"Call the police immediately!"

"Call 120 first!"

Inside the BMW not far away.

Upon hearing the commotion, Song Yunhui, Shen Tianfang, Yao Guangsheng, and Fang Mushou exchanged glances, their joy barely concealed.

"Did it work?"

"Go check it out, is it that bastard Qin Quan?!"

Song Yunhui urged them on urgently, as he and Yao Guangsheng were seriously injured and unable to move easily.

"Wow!"

Fang Mushou volunteered and rushed to the scene.

If Qin Quan dies, the great revenge will be achieved. It would be worth it even if it cost 10 billion, let alone 4 billion.

A moment later, Fang Mushou rushed back in a panic.

He was so frightened that his face turned pale, he was still in shock, and his body was trembling like a leaf.

"Old Fang, what's going on? Did you see a ghost?"

"Go... hurry! That kid's not dead, the assassin is!"

Fang Mushou was shaking uncontrollably. He tried to start the car but found that he couldn't even find the start button.

Song Yunhui's expression changed drastically, and he quickly pressed for an answer:

"Was the deceased my senior brother?"

"The other person was masked, so I couldn't see them clearly."

"Go! Go quickly!"

Song Yunhui made a decisive decision and issued a stern order.

Fang Mushou started the car with trembling hands and fled the hotel parking lot in a panic.

The car had just driven away.

Song Yunhui immediately dialed Ge Qianshan's number.

The call was answered almost instantly.

"Junior brother, how is it?"

Song Yunhui breathed a sigh of relief; thankfully, his senior brother was alright.

He steadied himself and said bitterly:

"Mission failed; the assassin was thrown off the thirty-sixth floor by Qin Quan."

"What?!"

On the other end of the phone, Ge Qianshan's voice suddenly rose, his tone becoming serious.

"That's a peerless expert capable of fighting a ninth-rank Grandmaster, how could he possibly be thrown from the thirty-sixth floor?"