The phone rang. Qin Qinghan snatched it up, heart racing.
"Chen Nan… what happened to him?" she asked, her voice trembling.
Chen Nan's tone was curt. "That bastard? He's fine."
Qin Qinghan exhaled, a wave of relief washing over her. "Thank you, Chen Nan. You've helped me again."
Chen Nan snorted. "Don't thank me. I was hoping he'd rot in jail. Turns out, he has connections. Qinghan… tell me honestly—who does he know?"
Qin Qinghan hesitated, surprised by the question, then said carefully, "I've only known him for two or three days… but… he's close with Jiang Hao."
"Jiang Hao? Which Jiang Hao? The one from Fenghao Realty?" Chen Nan's voice sharpened.
"Yes… that's him," Qin Qinghan replied.
There was a brief silence on the line before Chen Nan's voice returned, low and urgent. "No wonder this guy acts so fearless. Qinghan, you know who Jiang Hao is. On the surface, he's a real estate tycoon, but behind the scenes, he runs one of the biggest underground organizations in Haihua City. You need to get him out of your life—now."
"Someone like Ye Fengwu—street thug, troublemaker—he's approaching you and your daughter for a reason. Once he's done with his fun, his true nature will show. Haven't you suffered enough already?"
Qin Qinghan's heart clenched. Chen Nan's words mirrored her own fears, yet the thought of confronting someone with Jiang Hao's connections made her chest tighten. She was just an ordinary woman—what could she do if Ye Fengwu's temper ever turned? Could her family be in danger? That was her deepest worry.
After a long pause, Qin Qinghan whispered, "I understand… thank you, Chen Nan."
"Call me immediately if anything happens," Chen Nan said firmly. "If he ever dares to hurt you, I won't forgive him."
Meanwhile, outside the police station, Ye Fengwu emerged. Almost immediately, he ran into Liu Fu.
Liu Fu's neck was wrapped in a brace, and only a handful of his teeth remained. The sight of Ye Fengwu made him stumble back instinctively.
Ye Fengwu glanced at him once, indifferent. If Liu Fu didn't repent, he'd be plunged into permanent darkness.
Watching Ye Fengwu swagger away from the station, Liu Fu gritted his teeth in fury. He had just learned someone had guaranteed Ye Fengwu's release—his plan to send him to jail and intimidate Qin Qinghan had utterly failed.
"You lucky bastard… this isn't over," Liu Fu muttered, pulling out his phone. "Brother Gao, I need a favor…"
Ye Fengwu didn't go home. Instead, he headed straight to the Chen family villa.
The Chen estate sprawled across the city's elite district, a property covering a thousand acres, guarded day and night by fully armed soldiers. Visitors had to be approved by phone from the homeowner.
As Ye Fengwu was pondering the hassle, a soldier in camouflage stepped in front of him.
The man was tall—around six feet—with a massive frame. His rolled-up sleeves revealed forearms rippling with hard, explosive muscle. His face was common but sharply chiseled, and his eyes were hawk-like, piercing.
"I'm Li Hu. You're Ye Fengwu, right?" the soldier said, his voice steady and commanding.
Ye Fengwu nodded, his calm gaze casually sweeping over Li Hu. Just one look, and he seemed to have sized him up completely. Wide knuckles, muscular forearms, a pronounced temple ridge… Li Hu was no ordinary soldier; he was a battle-hardened elite.
Li Hu's body tensed under Ye Fengwu's scrutiny. This man… was not simple.
"Chief told me you're a recently released rapist," Li Hu said, trying to assert authority. "But I can feel a soldier's fire in you."
Ye Fengwu chuckled in surprise. "Oh? You can feel that?"
Li Hu's pride bristled. He was a warrior, trained to command respect anywhere—but standing here, he felt… weak.
After a pause, he said, "I don't understand why the Chief wants to see a rapist. Follow me."
Ye Fengwu said nothing, only following Li Hu. Few knew his true identity anyway.
They passed row upon row of massive villas. In the distance, the largest one loomed, complete with gardens and a pool, dwarfing all the others.
Entering its perimeter, Ye Fengwu's gaze flicked across multiple points, a faint smile tugging at his lips.
"Nice security… but still riddled with flaws," he muttered.
Li Hu spun around, eyes hard. "What did you say?"
Ye Fengwu squatted, pinching a centipede dead on the lawn. "Annoying little things. A bite in the mountains can ruin your night. Sniper life isn't easy."
The remark seemed mundane—but Li Hu's eyes widened. Beneath the unassuming lawn, movement betrayed a hidden sniper. Ye Fengwu had spotted him immediately.
Rising, Ye Fengwu's eyes swept over the villa. "This old man really knows how to live… but with a place this high, the view must be hot. Better wear shades if you want to take aim."
Then he turned toward a thick tree, a ghost of a smile on his lips. Li Hu's heart skipped. Every ounce of his commanding presence seemed to falter under this man's gaze.
Patting Li Hu on the shoulder, Ye Fengwu said, "Not bad. But to be flawless… a little more rigor is needed."
Then he strode into the villa, leaving Li Hu stunned.
"Tiger… who is this guy? I feel a chill down my spine just standing near him," a voice whispered from the lawn.
Li Hu stiffened. "He… is a rapist. And yet… he can see all three of us hiding. This guy… is something else."
Indeed, hidden in the grass was a sniper nicknamed Pangolin. His skills were legendary; even Li Hu wouldn't have detected him otherwise. Snipers on the roof and in the trees were just as concealed—but Ye Fengwu had seen them the moment he stepped in. Is he really a rapist?
Inside the villa, an elderly man in a white Tang suit sat at a polished sandalwood bench, hair white but eyes sharp. Around eighty years old, his posture still straight—this was Chen Zuoshan, the Supreme Commander of the Blood Wolf Special Forces, a general of immense renown.
Pouring tea into two clay cups without looking up, he murmured, "You really can't go anywhere without causing trouble, huh?"