As people face death, their hearts are often filled with fear. However, at this moment, the Dragon King’s heart was calm, devoid of any fear.

He closed his eyes and quickly reviewed his life in his mind.

At eighteen, he roamed the streets, cultivating martial arts, struggling and fighting, eventually becoming the twelfth-ranked expert on the Tiger Rankings and the king of Jiangzhou’s underground world.

This life could be described with the word “glorious.”

What the Dragon King was most proud of was that, although he was the boss of Jiangzhou’s underground forces, he had never killed the innocent, nor had he ever killed the wrong person.

He had a clear conscience towards the heavens above and his brothers below.

In this life, he had no regrets.

Dying without regret!

At this moment, the blade of the dagger was already against his throat. The Dragon King could feel that if the dagger moved forward just an inch, he would officially leave this world.

Die then, for who has never died since ancient times?

“Stop!”

Suddenly, a loud shout rang out, followed by a gust of wind, and a crisp “ding” sounded in his ear.

The Dragon King abruptly opened his eyes, only to see the dagger in the young man’s hand being knocked away. He quickly turned his head towards the door, his face changing dramatically.

“Ye Qiu, what are you doing here? Leave now.”

The Dragon King shouted. He was already a dying man and didn’t want to drag Ye Qiu down with him before his death.

“I’m here to save you.” Ye Qiu glanced around, seeing that the Dragon King was unharmed, and then his gaze fell on Cao Yuan, dressed in green. He asked, “Are you the Ninety-Thousand-Year-Old?”

“Indeed,” Cao Yuan smiled. “It’s a small world, isn’t it? I didn’t expect we’d meet again so soon.”

The Dragon King looked at Ye Qiu in astonishment. “You’ve met the Ninety-Thousand-Year-Old before?”

“We met at the hospital this morning, but at that time, I didn’t know he was the Ninety-Thousand-Year-Old.” Ye Qiu then turned to Cao Yuan and asked, “Can you spare the Dragon King’s life?”

“Why do you want to save him?” Cao Yuan countered.

“Because the Dragon King has done me a great favor.”

“The great favor you speak of, are you referring to last night at the Crystal Palace when he stood up for you? Or are you referring to Zhao Yun helping you bury Guo Shaocong alive?”

Boom!

Ye Qiu’s heart shook violently.

It wasn’t hard to find out what happened at the Crystal Palace last night, but how did the Ninety-Thousand-Year-Old know about Guo Shaocong?

That day, besides him and Zhao Yun, and a few of Zhao Yun’s subordinates, there was no one else present. Ye Qiu believed Zhao Yun and his men wouldn’t leak it. So how did the Ninety-Thousand-Year-Old find out?

For a moment, cold sweat broke out on Ye Qiu’s back.

“I guess you’re wondering how I know, right?” Cao Yuan smiled. “In this world, if I want to find out something, there’s nothing I can’t find out.”

Ye Qiu steadied his mind and asked directly, “What will it take for you to spare the Dragon King?”

Cao Yuan shook his head and said, “The Dragon King must die.”

“Why?”

“Last night, Xiao Qingdi conveyed my message, but the Dragon King, along with you and Lin Jingzhi, injured him and killed his servants. That’s one crime. I just arrived in Jiangzhou and was immediately attacked, losing several subordinates. This shows how chaotic Jiangzhou is. As the boss of Jiangzhou’s underground forces, the Dragon King is responsible for this chaos. That’s the second crime. Therefore, he must die.”

Ye Qiu felt a bit angry and said, “These two things shouldn’t be blamed on the Dragon King.”

“Oh?” Cao Yuan was curious. “Tell me.”

Ye Qiu said, “Xiao Qingdi is arrogant and reckless. You let such a person convey your message, which I think shows your poor judgment in employing people.”

“At the banquet, it was Xiao Qingdi who first harbored murderous intent and attacked us. Everyone at the banquet knows this, and we were merely defending ourselves. Killing his servants and breaking his legs were acts of self-defense.”

“Secondly, you came to Jiangzhou without informing the Dragon King, nor did you ask him to send people to protect you. The assassination was entirely your personal matter. How can you blame the Dragon King?”

“As the Sect Leader of the Dragon Gate, there are many people in the world who want to kill you. You should know this best. If you had taken strict precautions last night, how could those who wanted to kill you have had the opportunity?”

“As for your dead subordinates, they died protecting you. If it weren’t for you, they wouldn’t have died. In a way, you are the one who caused their deaths…”

“Impudent!” Before Ye Qiu could finish, a young man shouted angrily.

Ye Qiu glanced at the young man who had scolded him and realized it was the same guy who had held the dagger earlier. He cursed, “I’m talking to your master, and you, a mere dog, dare to interrupt?”

“You—”

“What you! A dog should have the awareness of being a dog!”

“Courting death!” The young man was furious and threw a punch at Ye Qiu.

Ye Qiu didn’t move. He waited until the young man’s fist was only half a meter away before he threw his punch.

“Bang!”

The two fists collided with a dull thud, and then both Ye Qiu and the young man stepped back five paces.

“Huh?”

Both of them exclaimed in surprise, astonished by each other’s strength.

“No wonder you’re so arrogant. You do have some skills. Come again!”

Boom!

The young man threw another punch.

Ye Qiu raised his fist to meet it.

“Bang!”

The second punch collided.

This time, there was no dull thud like the first punch. Both of their bodies remained almost motionless. Their fists barely touched before separating, and they each stepped back three paces.

“You’ve attacked me twice. Now it’s my turn.”

As soon as Ye Qiu finished speaking, he charged forward like a bolt of lightning, appearing in front of the young man in an instant.

“Boom!”

Their fists collided fiercely again.

Screech!

Screech!

Screech!

The young man’s body kept retreating, his shoes scraping against the ground with a “squeak” sound. He retreated more than ten steps before stabilizing himself.

The young man looked at Ye Qiu in shock.

Meanwhile, two other young men behind Cao Yuan stepped forward, ready to fight.

Ye Qiu remained unafraid, mocking, “So this is the Dragon Gate’s style, bullying the few with the many. Today, I’ve learned something new.”

“Stop!” Cao Yuan called off the two young men, then exuded a strong aura of a superior, staring at Ye Qiu.

In that instant, Ye Qiu felt a chill all over, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

Cao Yuan said in a deep voice, “If anyone else spoke to me like you did, they would already be a corpse. But considering you saved Han Long’s life, I won’t hold it against you today.”

“You want to save the Dragon King, right? Fine, I can give him a break, but you must agree to one condition.”

“What condition?” Ye Qiu asked urgently.

“Find the assassin who tried to kill me last night.”

“Alright!” Ye Qiu agreed without hesitation.

“Don’t agree so quickly. I haven’t finished speaking.” Cao Yuan continued, “I’ll give you only three days. If you find the assassin within three days, I won’t hold the Dragon King accountable. If you can’t find the assassin, three days later, I will not only take the Dragon King’s head but also cut off one of your arms. Do you still agree?”

“I agree!”

As long as he could save the Dragon King’s life, Ye Qiu would agree even if it meant losing an arm now.

“Very well, I hope you won’t disappoint me.” After saying that, Cao Yuan left the Dragon King’s villa with the three young men.