Chapter 19: It's Been a Long Time Since I Last Took Action!-After Leaving the Mountain, My True Identity Was Exposed by My Senior Sister!(A Cool Scene upon the Desert)

"He really can fight." Recalling the scene where Ye Fei single-handedly took down an entire group of security guards, Qin Feiyang curled his lips into a cold smile. He looked at the man before him, known as Ghost, and said, "Remember, just cripple his limbs for me. If you're in a good mood, smash a few of his teeth too. But don't kill him—I don't want any trouble coming back to me."

Ghost said nothing, merely nodded slightly.

"There are three hundred thousand in this card. Take it, spend it as you wish."

"If he was trained by my old man, then he's mine now. I'll put in a good word for you when this is over."

"Do this well, and you'll be one of our brothers."

"And don't forget to record a video for me. I want to see that bastard on his knees, begging for mercy."

Qin Feiyang casually tossed a card onto the table, patted Ghost on the shoulder, and strode out the door.

...

Royal KTV, Presidential Suite.

Lin Qiqing lay on the floor, her lovely face awash with disbelief, her jewel-like eyes wide with panic and confusion.

She stared at the crimson blood trickling down the back of her hand, sharply inhaling as the shock wore off and the reality dawned on her.

Her junior brother—he had taken the knife for her!

"Junior brother... are you... are you alright?" Lin Qiqing was terrified, her mind blank with fear. She didn't care that Ye Fei was pressed against her in an awkward place; she hurried to check his wound.

"Shh."

"Sister—"

"Stand up and run outside."

Ye Fei showed no sign of weakness or self-pity. He simply shook his head at her, helped her up, and gave her a gentle push toward the door.

Then, turning around, he faced the man behind him.

Their eyes met.

The same icy chill stared out from both gazes.

"You... Are you a Hunter?"

Seeing the pitch-black military knife, Ye Fei narrowed his eyes.

That knife—he’d seen it before.

Years ago, someone just like this had appeared before him.

Back then, Ye Fei was still a novice, barely more than a boy, and had nearly lost his life. The memory was vivid, unforgettable.

But the man before him didn’t respond. He simply swung the knife casually, stabbing toward Ye Fei’s arm.

Though the strike seemed slow, the force behind it was anything but ordinary—impossible for most to dodge.

"Hmph!"

Ye Fei merely snorted, his face serious but showing no sign of panic.

The blade shimmered menacingly as it swept toward him.

Ye Fei’s body shifted sharply to the side, evading the attack. At the same time, his right hand struck out like lightning, aiming for the man’s throat.

But the man reacted with supernatural speed. Seeing Ye Fei dodge the blade, a flash of surprise crossed his face, and his expression grew graver. With his tall frame, he forced himself to retreat a full step, narrowly avoiding Ye Fei’s grasp.

But in the next instant—a flying kick swept through the air toward him.

"What?"

"Such speed!"

Ghost’s brows knitted tight. He brought his knife up to block, contorting the upper half of his body into a strange posture, but it was too late. Ye Fei’s kick connected, sending Ghost flying backward until he crashed heavily into a nearby table.

Ghost’s heart trembled.

It wasn’t the speed of the kick that mattered, but the force.

To unleash such power in such a short time—this was no ordinary man.

Yet even after forcing Ghost back, Ye Fei didn’t press the attack. Instead, he shielded Lin Qiqing behind him and said quietly, "Sister, go now. What happens next isn’t for children."

"Ye Fei, your back—your back is bleeding badly! The wound is serious!" Lin Qiqing’s composure finally cracked, her eyes moist with worry. She clenched her teeth and said, "What are you waiting for? Let’s get you to the hospital, now!"

"Sister!"

Ye Fei’s face grew stern, his voice suddenly heavier, transformed.

Lin Qiqing was startled by his unexpected tone. She hadn’t thought her gentle junior would speak to her like this. For a moment, she was speechless, her words caught in her throat.

"This man—"

"Is strong."

"I might not win."

"Sister, if I die, promise me you won’t forget me."

Ye Fei sighed, lowering his head and shaking it gently.

"Don’t talk nonsense!"

"I won’t let you die!"

"This is Hangzhou!"

"This is my city!"

Lin Qiqing’s eyes reddened, but she didn’t lose her composure. Instead, she quickly pulled out her phone, intending to call the men standing guard outside the KTV to come help.

But in the next instant—

Swish!

A pale yellow toothpick sliced through the silent air.

It pierced straight through the phone in Lin Qiqing’s hand.

"Ah!" she shrieked.

"Go!"

"Now!" Ye Fei shouted, pushing Lin Qiqing out the door with all his strength. He slammed the door shut behind her, dragged a table over, and wedged it against the door.

"Ye Fei!"

Outside, Lin Qiqing’s voice rang with desperation.

Ye Fei ignored her. He reached behind to touch his wound.

The moment his fingers made contact, blood covered his entire hand.

How many years had it been?

How long since he’d last been wounded?

Though the spiritual energy from the Nine Dragons Divine Art coursed within him, making him feel no pain, it still enraged him.

Ye Fei’s gaze grew frigid, colder than ever before—he seemed a different man, eyes glinting with murderous chill as he stared at the man before him, military knife still in hand, face shadowed with malice. A slow smile curled his lips. "Now it’s quiet. I’ll keep you company—let’s play, slowly."

Earlier, he’d told his sister he might not win, only so she’d leave. It had been a lie.

It had been so long since he’d stretched his muscles.

And how could he let such a perfect one-on-one opportunity slip away?

Ghost’s face was grave, his body tense.

As a graduate of the Hunter Organization, his sense for danger was razor-sharp.

And the pressure this man exuded was suffocating.

But it was already too late to escape.

The moment Ye Fei finished speaking, his figure shot forward like a cannonball, appearing before Ghost in an instant. Before Ghost could even react, Ye Fei’s hand shot out, grabbing the black military knife.

Crack.

A crisp, brittle snap.

"Wha—"

"What!?"

Ghost’s face turned ashen.

The military knife in his hand was crushed to powder by Ye Fei’s grip—reduced to nothing but dust!

That knife was forged from the world’s purest obsidian, far harder than any steel. With just a little force, it could sever a man’s limbs with ease—yet this man had crushed it to dust with his bare hand!

What kind of monster was this?

Ghost wasn’t stupid. An experienced assassin, he realized instantly that tonight he’d kicked a steel wall.

No—this wasn’t a steel wall.

This was a 24-karat titanium-alloy plate.

Sensing imminent doom, Ghost spun to flee.

But it was already too late.

Behind him, a wave of murderous intent swept forth.