Chapter 59: Leave It to Me

"Li... Little Junior Brother..."
"What should we do?"

At that moment, Lin Qiqing's call pulled Ye Fei back to reality.

She had lost her usual composure as she stared at Zhang Tianfeng lying in a pool of blood. Yet, there was still a trace of calm in her beautiful eyes as she instinctively shrank behind Ye Fei.

"It's all right," Ye Fei reassured her softly.
"Senior Sister, I'll arrange for someone to take care of this."

He turned to Lin Qiqing with a faint smile. Seeing how her body was trembling uncontrollably, he took off his jacket and gently draped it over her shoulders in a gesture of concern.

Lin Qiqing bit her lower lip, not refusing. She adjusted the jacket and said, "Little Junior Brother, why did you just now..."

Ye Fei guessed what she wanted to ask and interrupted her with a smile, "This is a skill my master taught me. Senior Sister, I can't explain much more, but rest assured—no matter when, I'll always protect you."

"That's not what I meant." Lin Qiqing shook her head, her gaze fixed on Ye Fei. "Didn't I tell you to learn to be selfish? Zhang Tianfeng kidnapped me to harm you. If—"

"Hush." Ye Fei pressed a finger to her lips, shaking his head. "Senior Sister, I know what I'm doing."

At his words, Lin Qiqing said nothing further, but there was a new, unfamiliar look in her eyes as she gazed at Ye Fei.

She felt more than ever that her little junior brother was becoming increasingly mysterious.

But she knew, if Ye Fei hadn't arrived in time, her innocence would have been lost...

"Senior Sister, let me call a cab and take you to the hospital," Ye Fei said softly, glancing at the bruises and wounds faintly visible on Lin Qiqing's arm. "Don't worry, leave the rest to me!"

Lin Qiqing opened her mouth as if to say something, but looking at the blood and corpse on the ground, and still shaken from before, her composure deserted her. She could only nod in agreement.

After safely seeing Lin Qiqing off to the hospital, Ye Fei took out his phone and made a call.

Once the call connected, a cold female voice answered.
"Hello?"
"Within one minute, locate my coordinates and send someone to deal with two corpses here. Keep it quiet. One of them is from the Zhang family in Yan Capital. After it's handled, send the files to my email."
"Understood."

A minute later, Ye Fei hung up, tossed the phone to the ground, and crushed it underfoot.

The phone was instantly reduced to powder.

He then walked over to the headless corpse of A Gui, lowered his gaze to the military knife engraved with the Hunter Academy emblem in the man's hand, and narrowed his eyes. "Is this all you've got? What a pity. I hope the next ones won't let me down."

With those words, he turned and left.

...

After Ye Fei's figure had vanished completely, a mechanical sound of a camera lens shutting down came from atop a tree a hundred meters away.

A figure clad in black tight-fitting clothes leapt down from the tree.

On her back was a hefty sniper rifle.

Her delicate face, with lips curled in a smirk, bloomed like a black rose under the night.

"Don't worry," she murmured, cold laughter in her voice.
"This surprise—
You're bound to be pleased."

...

After bringing Lin Qiqing back from the hospital to the villa, Ye Fei urged his second senior sister to rest.

Lin Qiqing was clearly in a poor state. After all the troubles of recent days, and tonight's ordeal with Zhang Tianfeng, she was utterly exhausted. She went straight to her room and lay down.

Ye Fei wanted to ask Zhou Danzhuang what had happened tonight, but not finding her around, he dismissed the thought.

Returning to his room, he opened an old laptop and entered his email password.

There was one unread message.

He clicked to open it.

The Zhang family of Yan Capital—a "Tiger" entrenched in the capital for a century, with a vast clan structure and considerable official connections. The current head is the governor of Yan Capital, one of the emperor's most favored ministers.

"Quite the background," Ye Fei mused, eyes narrowed as he read the detailed profile beneath.

Compared to the four major families of Hang City, the Zhang family of Yan Capital was a true clan aristocracy. They had never started from scratch; their power was built on the foundation laid by their forefathers and had only grown over the years.

In other words, every member was a bona fide scion of wealth and privilege, true members of the upper class.

The phrase "favored minister under the emperor's feet" alone spoke volumes about their standing. People raised in such an environment were bound to be haughty, arrogant, and domineering.

"No wonder Zhang Tianfeng dared act so brazenly," Ye Fei muttered. "He always had someone to rely on."

He yawned and tossed the information into the recycle bin. "Now that Zhang Tianfeng is dead, the Zhang family will surely investigate. I hope they don't overestimate themselves and come looking for trouble. My dream is to be a kept man, after all."

He couldn't help but laugh at himself.

"Why do I feel like, ever since I came to Hang City, not only have I failed to live an easy life, I've become mired in trouble?"
"When will the rest of my senior sisters show up?"
"Your dear little junior brother misses you all terribly, sigh!"

He shut down the computer.

On second thought, Ye Fei quickly sat cross-legged on the bed and cleared his mind to meditate.

"Master once said—
The 'Nine Dragons Divine Art' is divided into nine stages.
Each stage requires the opening of a meridian before true mastery can be achieved."

"In the first stage, I comprehended the Purple Gold Body.
Now, I should have reached the second stage, right?"

Thinking this, excitement flickered across Ye Fei's face.

He began to circulate his spiritual energy, letting it spiral in his dantian.

More than ten minutes passed.

He felt the spiritual energy surge upward madly, rushing through his meridians until it flooded his eyes.

In an instant, veins bulged on Ye Fei's forehead and his eyes snapped open—

Whoosh!

His pitch-black pupils turned a deep violet. The haze before his vision vanished entirely, and, incredibly, his gaze penetrated the wall!

With a strange expression, as if suddenly understanding his own eyes, Ye Fei raised his head toward the ceiling—and saw straight through it, to the other side!

At that moment, his senior sister Lin Qiqing was lying in bed, covered only by a thin garment, completely unclothed beneath, her proud figure revealed to him in every detail.

What was this?
X-ray vision!?

Holy—

Ye Fei was stunned, but did not continue to look. He withdrew his gaze and turned to the window.

Five hundred meters away, a fly hovered in midair, every detail of its wings and legs perfectly clear to Ye Fei.