Chapter 20: Another Scar—Isn't It Captivating?

Ye Fei darted forward in a single bound, his right hand moving like a phantom as he seized the man's shoulder and pressed down with a sudden, immense force.

Boom!

A tremendous power crashed down. The ground caved in visibly, cracks spider-webbing across the surface.

Realizing escape was futile, Ghost did not resign himself to being slaughtered. Instead, after hitting the ground, he forced his body up, channeling all his strength into his waist. With an unnatural arc, he raised both fists and struck back toward Ye Fei's face.

Ye Fei's expression remained indifferent as he threw a punch of his own.

Their fists collided.

A sharp gasp tore from Ghost's throat. He felt a terror unlike any he'd ever known surge through his arm, the very bones shattering beneath the shock.

His arm was instantly crippled and twisted.

But he was, after all, a graduate of the Hunter Organization. Even in the face of such excruciating pain, he uttered not a single cry. Instead, he lifted his other hand to support himself, sprang up from the floor, and shot toward the main doors.

The next moment—

Ye Fei was right behind him, relentless as a venomous serpent sinking its fangs, appearing in front of him in the blink of an eye.

This speed...

Terrifying!

Ghost’s heart trembled with dread.

Then—he felt a suffocating grip at his throat.

Ye Fei hoisted him clean off the ground.

Fist after fist crashed into his face.

After a dozen seconds, Ghost's features were a mangled mess, his nose broken, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth. He was utterly deprived of consciousness to fight, the ferocity in his eyes replaced by pure dread and helplessness. He had no strength left to resist.

Ye Fei, by contrast, remained composed and unruffled, his breathing steady from start to finish.

“Compared to a few years ago, my temper’s improved greatly,” Ye Fei said quietly. “You should have died here today. But you remind me of an old friend. He was with the Hunter Organization too—his name was Shi Hongwei. Do you know him?”

The force at Ghost’s neck loosened a fraction. He glared, voice hoarse, and replied, “He... he's my senior apprentice brother.”

“Your senior? Is he still alive?” There was a flicker of nostalgia in Ye Fei’s gaze.

“I don't know.” Ghost sneered, forcing a smile. “So, you’re a Hunter too? Then you know the rules. Since I’ve lost, death is the only outcome. I won’t say anything else. Do it.”

Ye Fei considered for two seconds, then released his grip.

Ghost’s body crashed to the floor.

“Go back and tell your master: if he ever dares come after me or my senior sister again, even if he flees to the ends of the earth, I’ll find him and take his life. Understood?” Ye Fei wiped the blood from his hand, his tone calm.

Ghost rose slowly, unwillingness burning in his eyes, but no hint of further aggression. He knew now that, with his own strength, it was utterly impossible to defeat this man. Even landing a blow had only been possible because Ye Fei allowed it.

As Ye Fei strode toward the door, Ghost couldn't help but ask, “Who... are you?”

Ye Fei paused, turned back, and flashed a harmless smile.

“I’m the one who, with a single move, can wipe out your Hunter Organization.”

The words thundered in Ghost’s ears, each syllable striking like a hammer.

He stood as if struck by lightning, his gaze vacant, spirit broken.

Because years ago, when he first joined the Hunters, he’d heard the legend.

Within the organization, every target was ranked S, A, B, C, or D. But above those five, there was a single SSS-level target.

This target was marked for death by every high-ranking member of the Hunters.

No other information existed on the file—just a single line:

“I’m the one who, with a single move, can wipe out your Hunter Organization.”

Word for word.

...

Stepping outside, Ye Fei stretched lazily.

The wound on his back had already stopped bleeding, thanks to Nine Dragons Divine Art. But it would still need some simple stitching; at his current level, natural healing was not so effortless.

“Another scar,” he mused. “Doesn’t that make me even more dashing? Heh.”

He looked around but saw no sign of his senior sister, Lin Qiqing.

“Where is she? Where did she go?”

Perplexed, Ye Fei glanced into the other private rooms. The entire KTV seemed deserted, save for him.

He scratched his head, unconcerned. She was probably already out of danger. Relieved, he headed for the front doors.

But as soon as he stepped outside, he found the entire Royal KTV tightly surrounded. Dense crowds wielding steel pipes filled the street—at least a hundred men, with more pouring in by the moment.

Even the bystanders had been driven away.

It was like a gangland face-off straight from a movie.

What’s going on?

Ye Fei stared, bewildered.

Then the truth dawned on him.

The source of this chaos was none other than his senior sister, Lin Qiqing.

There she stood, at the crowd’s center, face cold as ice, waving her hand imperiously at the surrounding mob. She radiated the aura of a true queenpin.

“Surround the Royal KTV! No one leaves without my order! If anyone tries anything, break their legs! My junior brother is still inside—if anything happens to him, you can close your doors for good tonight!”

Her commands rang out, cold and clear.

“Yes, ma’am!” came the uniform reply.

Ye Fei clicked his tongue in admiration at the scene.

So his second senior sister had such a domineering side? Who would’ve guessed?

“Junior brother? You... how did you get out?” a surprised voice called.

Nearly a hundred pairs of eyes fixed instantly on Ye Fei.

He grinned sheepishly. “I missed you, dear sister. You’re too kind—calling in such a crowd just to welcome me. I’m a little overwhelmed!”

Lin Qiqing didn’t answer. Her face dark, she strode over, glancing behind Ye Fei. “Where’s that guy from before?”

“He ran,” Ye Fei shrugged, then asked curiously, “Sister, tell me honestly—were you in a gang before?”

She ignored him. Suddenly recalling something, she hurried around to check his back, frowning. “That wound is serious. Come with me to the hospital, now!”

“Wait, sister—hold on—”

Ye Fei tried to resist, but found himself swept up and carried off by the crowd.