Holding Su Ningshuang, Qin Yexuan appeared before Ye Fangjin.
"Senior, are you leaving?"
"Yes, my business here is concluded."
Qin Yexuan casually tossed him the special monitoring phone and wrote a detoxification prescription on a nearby piece of paper.
"The guards on this floor have been afflicted by my restrictions; only this prescription can cure them," Qin Yexuan said calmly. "You've been around here long enough; you know how to use this prescription, don't you?"
Ye Fangjin was dumbfounded.
He was known as the underground boss on the eighteenth floor, but he still had to play the subordinate to any guard he met.
This person had only been here for a few hours and had already gained control of the guards!
What did it mean to be formidable? What was the demeanor of a senior?
This was it.
Ye Fangjin was now completely convinced, his gaze filled with admiration.
Qin Yexuan paid it no mind; he had no interest in this place.
From the eighteenth floor, he effortlessly returned to the surface. The guards and electric fences outside were like nothing to him.
Su Ningshuang, however, had been on edge the entire journey. So many obstacles, guards everywhere, it seemed they would be discovered at any moment. Yet, in the blink of an eye, this masked man had carried her and easily evaded them.
This person was practically a god.
"Where are we going?" Su Ningshuang asked, a little lost after leaving Black Harbor Prison.
"Back to the hotel first. I'll meet some of my subordinates, and they'll handle the rest. I want to wrap this up quickly and finish this case by tonight."
Su Ningshuang chuckled. "The sun is about to set, and you want to finish the case by tonight? You're too arrogant."
A flicker of a smile crossed Qin Yexuan's eyes from beneath his mask.
He always did what he said.
At this moment, outside the Sheng Hai Hotel, the entire street was under lockdown.
The deserted street was lined with hidden sentry posts, making it incredibly secure.
An old Buick car appeared.
Eight motorcycles led the way, and ten armed combat vehicles escorted the rear.
The Buick slowly approached the entrance of the Sheng Hai Hotel, and a white-haired old man in a suit alighted.
He leaned on a walking stick, exuding an imposing aura without anger.
"Elder Chen, we have arranged for forty special security personnel, ready to enter the hotel," several high-ranking officials from Hong Kong's legal sector, all around sixty years old, reported standing neatly by the roadside.
Elder Chen tapped the ground with his cane. "No one is to enter the hotel without my command, understand? This is the protection protocol for the Sheng Hai Hotel, a protocol formulated by us old brothers sixty years ago under the Heavenly King's decree!"
The group of Hong Kong legal elites were filled with awe and trepidation. "Elder Chen, we understand. We heard about this even when we were your students."
Elder Chen snorted and, with his frail ninety-plus-year-old body, entered the hotel.
Then, with the roar of propellers overhead, a private helicopter landed, escorted by two fighter jets.
Liao Zhongyuan, the chairman of the Hong Kong General Chamber of Commerce, who had been in seclusion for thirty years, descended from the helicopter. He was eighty-six years old but remained Hong Kong's wealthiest magnate, holding the lifeline of over twenty major Hong Kong families. Without his approval, even banks would not grant loans to Hong Kong tycoons.
Liao Zhongyuan did not look his age at all; he was energetic, his hair dyed black. Dressed casually and alone, he entered the hotel with a smile.
After meeting Elder Chen, Liao Zhongyuan took out his phone and contacted Fourth Brother.
"Fourth Brother, where are you?"
"Big Brother, Second Brother, I'm at a private sanatorium, preparing to transport Third Brother to the hotel. Alas, Third Brother no longer recognizes me and can barely speak."
The youngest of the four giants was none other than the Chief of Police, Yang Wanjun!
And Third Brother was the former number one literary talent in Hong Kong, and now the behind-the-scenes boss of Hong Kong's media, Mr. Wan Yanxing!
The fact that these four appeared at the Sheng Hai Hotel simultaneously would be earth-shattering, world-altering if known.
A short while later, Yang Wanjun, dressed in black, personally carried Wan Yanxing into the hotel.
"Has Killing God Boss arrived?" Yang Wanjun wiped his sweat. "Third Brother can't hold on much longer!"
"I heard that group of beasts from the Wan Media Group are already dividing the inheritance and are about to read Third Brother's will!" Elder Chen was furious, his cane trembling.
Liao Zhongyuan, with his legal background, said calmly, "It's alright. With a word from me, all three major law firms will step in, and those grandsons of the Wan family won't dare to act rashly!"
As they were speaking, the hotel doors opened, and Qin Yexuan, wearing a mask, appeared with Su Ningshuang in his arms.
Seeing the mask, the three giants were momentarily stunned.
Sixty years had passed; they couldn't believe it.
Was it truly that Killing God?
Their revered boss, whom they had always kept in their hearts, was actually still alive?
Qin Yexuan put down Su Ningshuang and walked to the sofa in three steps. Without a word, he directly took Wan Yanxing's pulse.
Wan Yanxing's eyes were cloudy, drool dripped from his mouth, and he made guttural sounds like an imbecile.
Qin Yexuan released his hand and said sternly, "Golden needles!"
Ah!
Elder Chen instinctively knelt down and twisted his cane, revealing a row of golden needles.
With a pinch of his fingers, Qin Yexuan caught a round-headed needle that shot through the air into his hand.
Then, nine flashes of purple light appeared like nine purple flowers, blooming on the vital acupoints on Wan Yanxing's chest and abdomen.
Wuwu…
Ouch…
Cough, cough!
Wan Yanxing trembled all over, as if having a fit, and then an aura that no one could detect circulated throughout his body.
In a short while, this Hong Kong talent, who had been in a coma for many years, sat up, rubbing his head as if waking from a dream. "Where am I? Hmm? Big Brother, Second Brother? And Fourth Brother, you all..."
As he spoke, he saw the man in the mask and became so excited that he rolled down, his mind clearing. The memories of many years confined to bed flashed through his mind.
It was the Killing God Boss who had arrived, saving him with his miraculous healing!
Wan Yanxing repeatedly kowtowed.
The remaining three giants were overjoyed and ashamed.
This was indeed the Killing God Boss!
The peerless killing art, the unparalleled life-saving method in the world!
The four giants all knelt down in unison.
Qin Yexuan said calmly, "Third Brother was poisoned with a saponin biological agent. Judging by the symptoms and his internal condition, someone mixed the poison into his cigars, causing chronic poisoning!"
A sharp glint appeared in Wan Yanxing's eyes. "I know who did it. I'll go back and deal with the family scoundrels later! Also, regarding my inheritance, none of those fools will get a cent. I want to offer it to Killing God Boss."
Qin Yexuan picked up his tea and calmly shook his head. "I am not short of money. Take a portion of it and send it to Black Harbor Prison, to a man named Ye Fangjin. Tell him this is his reward for his assistance."
Wan Yanxing did not hesitate. "I will do it immediately."
Qin Yexuan then took a sip of tea and turned to gently check on Su Ningshuang's condition. Sudanshen.com
The eyes of the four giants changed, and they became respectful towards the young Su Ningshuang.
Su Ningshuang didn't recognize any of them and found it amusing. "Masked Uncle, why are all your subordinates these old men? Can they handle the Gao Yao family?"