74: Chapter 069 [Endless] 74: Chapter 069 [Endless] He…

thinks I’m deceiving him?

It took Situ Ruoshui a few seconds to snap out of her astonishment, blinking her beautiful big eyes, her tender face filled with confusion.

In her view, Ye Fan’s skills in League of Legends were decent; he must be an experienced player.

Even if he didn’t know her, shouldn’t he know about the Barbie Team, which represents the highest standard in Huaxia?

“What a strange person.”

Situ Ruoshui propped her chin, pondered for a long time without figuring it out, and muttered to herself.

Then, noticing it was almost 1 a.m., she quickly shut down the computer and planned to take a shower and go to bed.

Meanwhile.

Ye Fan had rapidly gathered his consciousness and entered the Meditation State.

As Ye Fan entered the Meditation State, air vortices began to form around him, enveloping his body with air currents that continuously circled.

At this moment, Ye Fan seemed to become the eye of the storm, creating a small-scale storm.

In the room, with each breath Ye Fan took, the air would crazily rush into his nostrils and then…

under the control of his consciousness, it followed the “small cycle” route, infiltrating through the meridians, bones, skin, and internal organs, cleansing them like fire refining steel—purifying his body and expelling impurities.

As time ticked by, the Qi and blood in Ye Fan’s body gradually became more vigorous, giving rise to warm currents.

Strands of Essence Qi were produced silently, transforming into Power.

However, unlike typical martial artists, this power did not surge into his Dantian…

The Dantian, that is the storage place for Power!

Every martial artist, on the day they learn to meditate, generates a Power Seed in their Dantian, and whenever Power is produced in their body during meditation, that Power would surge towards the Dantian, as if called by the Power Seed there.

Ye Fan was different!

The Power converted from his Qi and blood divided into nine parts and surged towards the nine major acupoints in the “small cycle” path, finally being stored inside these nine acupoints…

This scene, if seen by other martial artists, would probably scare them to death!

Because, it was as if Ye Fan had nine Dantians, and his Power storage was nine times that of a typical martial artist of the same realm!

…

Purple Gold Garden wealthy district.

Liu Qin, known as the top socialite of Hanghu, dressed in a black nightgown, lay on the soft, large bed, waiting for Qiao Bazhi’s favor.

In fact, over the past few days, she had not gone to manage the several large nightclubs she oversaw.

Each night, she bathed early, dressed in her sexiest nightgown, and waited in bed for Qiao Bazhi.

She intended to use her body to relieve the stress inside Qiao Bazhi!

However—

In the past few days, Qiao Bazhi did not even touch her, let alone feel like talking to her.

“Could it be…

Master Eight is going to be replaced?”

Looking at her voluptuous, seductive body, and thinking of how Qiao Bazhi had treated her like air these days, Liu Qin had a foreboding feeling.

Being Qiao Bazhi’s woman, she was well aware that Qiao Bazhi was sent to Hanghu by The Ruler of the Nanqinghong, Lin Tianyi, with one goal: to kick the Donghai Gang out of Jiangnan!

At first, Qiao Bazhi completely used ruthless tactics, but after a few bloody clashes with the Donghai Gang and finding the forces evenly matched, he changed his strategy, trying everything to befriend Han Guodong and manage both the underworld and the white-collar world.

In the last six months, Qiao Bazhi had finally managed to connect with He Fenghua.

A couple of days ago, he even reached a cooperative intention with He Fenghua—to help He Fenghua kill Ye Fan, and in return, He Fenghua would introduce him to Han Guodong.

Qiao Bazhi thought he was about to succeed but didn’t expect to lose his wife on top of losing his soldiers—not only did he fail to meet Han Guodong, but even his trump card, Wu He, had vanished from the world without a trace.

Under such circumstances, one can imagine the pressure Qiao Bazhi faced!

He faced not only the danger of retaliation from the Donghai Gang but also worried that the leader of the Nanqinghong, Lin Tianyi, might hold him accountable for this!

Thinking about it, Liu Qin secretly made a decision: if Qiao Bazhi was to be replaced, she would do everything possible to become the woman of Qiao Bazhi’s successor; otherwise…

everything she had done in Hanghu would have been in vain!

Hmm?

Just as Liu Qin made up her mind, the sound of Qiao Bazhi’s footsteps suddenly came from outside the door, causing her complexion to shift slightly in fright.

Creak!

A moment later, the bedroom door opened in response.

Liu Qin had intended to get up to greet him, but she saw Qiao Bazhi walking in with a smile on his face.

This discovery caused Liu Qin’s heart to stir, and reason told her that Qiao Bazhi’s troubles must have been resolved; otherwise, he wouldn’t be smiling so happily.

Thinking so, Liu Qin didn’t get up.

Instead, she lay sideways on the large bed, her curves partially hidden and revealed, her legs crossed, and said with a coquettish face, “Master Eight, you haven’t paid attention to me in days.”

“You little minx, you’ve gone a few days without it, and now you’re itching down there, aren’t you?” Qiao Bazhi leered as he tore off his bath towel and strode to the bedside.

Liu Qin sat up very cooperatively, grabbed the steel gun under Qiao Bazhi, and said, “Master Eight, I’ve been thinking about it for a long time…”

As soon as her words fell, Liu Qin extended her tongue and slowly moved to Qiao Bazhi’s crotch, starting her service.

About ten minutes later, accompanied by a low roar from Qiao Bazhi, his steel gun fired bullets, and his entire body shook uncontrollably for a few moments as if he had been electrocuted.

“Master Eight, you’re so naughty…”

Liu Qin smirked as she picked up a tissue from the nightstand and wiped the liquid off her face.

After cleaning up the aftermath, she asked nonchalantly, “Master Eight, you seem to be in a good mood today.”

“Trouble’s been dealt with.”

Qiao Bazhi ignited a cigar, taking leisurely puffs.

Liu Qin lay obediently in Qiao Bazhi’s arms, asked softly, “Mr.

Lin didn’t blame you?”

“Mmm.”

Qiao Bazhi nodded and said with a slightly puzzled expression, “According to Mr.

Lin, the storm in Jiangnan’s official and commercial sectors was ostensibly triggered by the Su Family and Jiangnan’s top official colluding.

Yet behind the scenes, the Ye Family had a role in stirring things up, and even Han Guodong couldn’t escape involvement!”

“Is that so…”

Liu Qin knew clearly, if even Han Guodong was going to be dragged into this storm in Jiangnan’s official and commercial sectors, then it made no sense to try to align with him anymore.

It was normal for the leaders of the Nanqinghong not to blame Qiao Bazhi.

After a slight pause, Liu Qin hesitated for a moment, and then asked, “Master Eight, what about Wu He?

Have you figured out what happened with Wu He?”

“According to Mr.

Lin, a few days ago, the Dong Hai Gang’s Jiangnan leader Liu Tianjun and his warriors all headed to the Dong Hai.”

“Master Eight, do you mean that Wu He was very likely taken down by that Ye guy?” Liu Qin gasped.

“Can’t find the specifics, but there’s a great possibility!” As Qiao Bazhi mentioned Ye Fan, his expression grew cold, and a chill flashed in his eyes.

Feeling the cold vibe from Qiao Bazhi, Liu Qin asked, “With the He Family’s downfall, Hanghu will next witness the dominance of the Su Family alone.

With the Su Family’s support, do we still move against that guy?”

“That Ye bastard first caused a scene in my place, then spoiled my plans; not killing him won’t quench my hatred!” Qiao Bazhi’s face was sinister.

“Master Eight, if Wu He truly died by his hand, then his power must be strong…” Liu Qin worried a bit.

In her view, Wu He was Qiao Bazhi’s trump card; if even Wu He had died, how could they deal with Ye Fan?

“Soon, Mr.

Lin will send three Jianghu People to Hanghu to assist me, including Wu He’s master.

With his ability, taking down that Ye bastard is as easy as crushing an ant!” Qiao Bazhi sneered continuously, “Of course, before that, I need to follow Mr.

Lin’s instructions to handle a big matter!”

“Master Eight, what’s the big matter?” Liu Qin asked, shocked.

Qiao Bazhi darkly said, “Situ Chen’s daughter, Situ Ruoshui, is coming to Hanghu to participate in the national electronic gaming competition…”

“You mean to kidnap Situ Chen’s daughter?”

“Exactly!”

Qiao Bazhi caressed Liu Qin’s chest, his face full of anticipation, “As long as we pull this off, we practically control Situ Chen’s life.

After that, it’s only a matter of time before Nanqinghong unifies the underworld in the south.

By then, not to mention sending that Ye bastard to the Yama Palace, wiping out the Su Family won’t be a problem!”