"Third Young Master, my club is far inferior to your family's Donggong Club. It doesn't make any money at all. It's only kept afloat by the patronage of our old customers. Aren't you afraid of losing money if you invest?" Ning Qingyan said with a smile.
“Let’s be frank.” Na San Shao poured himself a cup of tea and said leisurely, “Everyone knows that Jinghong Club is Miss Ning’s territory, and Miss Ning created the ‘Tianhui’ organization, which has a complete grasp of the world’s affairs.”
"Such a unique intelligence network is one of a kind in Tianhai. There has never been anything that Miss Ning wanted to know that they couldn't find out."
"The shares I invested in weren't in Jinghong Club, but in 'Tianhui'."
"Isn't it a bit inappropriate for Third Young Master to be so blunt?" Ning Qingyan gave a wry smile: "I just organized a few people to inquire about things to talk about over tea. What's with all this talk of Tianhui? It's all just empty titles."
"Haha, Miss Ning is too modest. This is the second time I've come here to talk to you. There's no third time. Miss Ning must give me an answer today." Young Master Na laughed loudly, his tone turning unfriendly.
"To show my sincerity, I have also prepared a small gift for Miss Ning today. It's nothing, just a token of my appreciation."
With a wave of his hand, Na San Shao sent a burly man forward who placed a gift on the table and then opened it.
The gift was a coffin about 60 cm long and 20 cm high, and it was made of pure gold.
Ning Qingyan's delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly. Na San Shao never gave up until he achieved his goal. Today's matter was troublesome.
"The coffin is nice, and the quality is good. Young Master will definitely not be eaten by snakes, insects, or rodents if he lies in it. It's just a pity that it's a bit small." Ye Xingchen walked in.
"Why are you here?" Ning Qingyan was taken aback.
"My woman has been bullied, how can I sit there and do nothing?" Ye Xingchen chuckled.
"I haven't agreed yet." Ning Qingyan rolled her eyes at Ye Xingchen, but she was still quite happy that Ye Xingchen had stepped forward, so she reached out and held Ye Xingchen's hand.
"Who is this?" Na San Shao glanced at Ye Xingchen.
"Let me introduce myself, Ye Xingchen."
"Never heard of it." Young Master Na shook his head.
"You'll remember me from now on," Ye Xingchen said.
"Your man?" Na San Shao pointed at Ye Xingchen and looked at Ning Qingyan with a questioning gaze.
“Yes.” Ning Qingyan smiled sweetly.
"Your taste isn't great either. You've wasted a beautiful flower on a pile of cow dung. Is this all the allure of Ning Qingyan is? If I'd known you were so easy to get, I would have made my move long ago." Na San Shao grinned.
“You’re not my type. I don’t care about looks or family background when choosing a man; I just look at how we click,” Ning Qingyan said with a smile.
"Is there anything special about him?" Na Sanshao asked.
"Good job." Ye Xingchen replied seriously.
Ning Qingyan couldn't help but punch Ye Xingchen, her cheeks turning slightly red.
"Haha, let's get back to the point, Miss Ning. I don't think we need to waste any more time." Young Master Na pointed to the coffin: "Do you like this gift?"
"She doesn't like it, but I thank you on her behalf. Although this coffin is a bit small, it will still fit Na Shao's ashes after he is burned to ashes." Ye Xingchen smiled slightly.
"You're courting death." Na San Shao's gaze suddenly turned cold. Suddenly, he leaped up and took off the white top hat he always wore.
This guy was wearing a Manchu queue. He wrapped his queue tightly around his neck, clasped his hands together, and shouted: "The Azure Dragon travels a thousand miles in this world, never say that the road back to Penglai is long."
Immediately afterward, he surged forward, closing in on Ye Xingchen in a flash. With a flick of his wrists, six finger blades spun rapidly, launching a fierce attack on Ye Xingchen.
This guy was born to be an assassin. He was extremely fast, and the finger blades between his hands were incredibly sharp. Ye Xingchen channeled his inner strength and exchanged dozens of blows with Na Sanshao in an instant.
The man lowered his body and quickly moved forward to engage Ye Xingchen in close combat. He used the finger blades in his hands with superb skill, and with a ripping sound, Ye Xingchen's sleeve was torn.
He moved with lightning speed, locking Ye Xingchen's arms in a swift motion, then stabbing him in the throat and then in the heart, about to take Ye Xingchen's life.
Ye Xingchen's arms trembled, and his inner strength condensed. Suddenly, an invisible roar came, like a dragon's cry, and a burst of true energy forced Na Sanshao to retreat repeatedly.
As he stepped back, Ye Xingchen quickly stepped forward, put two fingers of his right hand together, gently tapped his chest, released a burst of internal energy, and then stepped back.
Although it was just a light touch, it felt like a heavy blow to Na Sanshao's chest. He staggered back eight steps before managing to regain his footing.
A cruel smile played on his lips as he stared intently at Ye Xingchen, but his hands, clasped behind his back, trembled slightly, clearly indicating internal injuries.
"If you feel like vomiting blood, then vomit. You can't hold back internal injuries, or it will get worse." Ye Xingchen glanced at him indifferently.
With a muffled groan, Na San Shao knelt on one knee, gritting his teeth and swallowing the blood that welled up in his throat.
Even so, a trickle of blood still escaped from his lips, and he trembled as he forced himself to stand up.
"What a talent," Ye Xingchen said helplessly. "Once you spit out this blood, your qi and blood will flow smoothly, and your internal injuries will heal. But you insisted on swallowing it. You're just asking for trouble."
"Your name is Ye Xingchen?" Na San Shao stared intently at Ye Xingchen.
"Yes, I told you, you'd remember me." Ye Xingchen grinned. "Take your things."
With a sweep of his right hand, the pure gold coffin suddenly flew towards Na Sanshao, and one of his subordinates stepped forward and reached out to grab the coffin.
But a tremendous force came from the coffin, and the subordinate groaned, staggered back three steps, and then spat out a mouthful of blood.
"I'll remember you. We'll meet again." Na San Shao stared intently at Ye Xingchen, then clasped his hands in a deep fist salute, turned, and left.
"This guy's mouth is much harder than his fists," Ye Xingchen said with a slight smile.
“Young Master Na is different from those good-for-nothings; he won’t let himself be taken advantage of like this.” Ning Qingyan shook her head.
"Then I'll wait for him. Who told him to bully my woman?" Ye Xingchen chuckled.
"Being my man isn't easy; you'd better be prepared," Ning Qingyan said quietly.
"For you, I'm willing to go through fire and water," Ye Xingchen said earnestly. "I swear."
"Who told you to swear?" Ning Qingyan chuckled.
Na San Shao left the club with a group of people, and as soon as he stepped outside, he spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Third Young Master." His subordinates quickly helped him up.
"Find out... that kid's background." Na San Shao clutched his chest, feeling a rush of blood to his head, and spat out several more mouthfuls of blood.
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