Chapter 69: Mountain Rain About to Fall

Elder Ji hurried into the first-floor lobby.

Fixing his gaze outward, a heavy headache instantly washed over him.

It truly never rains, but it pours!

Mr. Ye had only just been settled, and now another untouchable deity had arrived.

"Lord Jin! What kind of wind blew you here?"

Elder Ji forced a smile onto his face and, biting the bullet, went out to greet her.

Outside the building at this moment, a group of guards clad in brocade and jade stood in neat rows on either side.

At the lead stood a young and beautiful woman, holding her head high and chest out, overawing the entire scene.

This person was none other than Jin Lvyi, the Commander of the Yanjing Guards.

Young Master Ji stood before Jin Lvyi. Though inwardly lusting after her beauty, on the surface he did not dare show the slightest bit of negligence, offering one servile smile after another as he waited by the side.

No matter how prominent the grandfather and grandson of the Ji family appeared before ordinary people, they still could not compare to the Commander of the Yanjing Guards, an official of the third rank.

"Someone said there was a murder here?"

"Manager Ji, I must ask you, what is the meaning of this!"

Jin Lvyi placed one hand on the hilt of the blade hanging at her waist, asking coldly.

Her sharp gaze swept across the entire scene, pressing down so heavily that everyone involuntarily lowered their heads, not daring to meet her eyes.

Hearing this, Elder Ji was startled, then glared fiercely at his grandson, thinking to himself that it must have been this foolish brat acting on his own initiative and causing trouble again.

At this moment, Young Master Ji wore a bitter expression, never expecting things to develop to this point.

According to his original plan, he would first give Ye Feng a severe beating, and then throw him into a dungeon for a year or a half to let him suffer.

Who told him to dare shatter his wrist?!

However, since Ye Feng had transformed into the untouchable Mr. Ye, the shattered wrist given to Young Master Ji by him had to be swallowed down into his own stomach, and he did not dare to make a peep.

Yet, never in his wildest dreams did he expect that the authorities would immediately dispatch Jin Lvyi to investigate the matter?

This was going to be difficult to brush off.

Of course, Young Master Ji did not dare let Jin Lvyi step inside to investigate.

If she accidentally disturbed Mr. Ye and let him know that he had secretly reported him to the authorities to have him arrested, things would probably blow up into a massive crisis once again!

"Lord Jin, it's all a misunderstanding." Elder Ji hurriedly stepped in to explain and cover for him, "It's nothing more than baseless rumors."

"Who among you dared to recklessly spread rumors and even disturb Lord Jin?!" Elder Ji rebuked the security guards on either side, "Why aren't you apologizing to Lord Jin at once!"

The surrounding security guards and staff felt extremely aggrieved, thinking to themselves: Wasn't it Young Master Ji who reported it to the officials? We don't know anything about this!

"I'm sorry, Lord Jin!"

"It was us who failed to figure out the situation clearly; it really was just a misunderstanding."

Under Elder Ji's furious glare, the surrounding guards echoed the sentiment one after another, taking the initiative to admit their mistake.

"A misunderstanding!?"

Jin Lvyi let out a cold laugh, and with lightning speed, she reached out and grabbed Young Master Ji's broken hand.

"Ah—! It hurts! It hurts!!" Young Master Ji grimaced in agony.

"Your hand—how did it end up like this when it was perfectly fine?" Jin Lvyi scrutinized Young Master Ji's fractured wrist. "This is no ordinary injury!"

Jin Lvyi's martial arts training consisted entirely of military combat techniques.

In close-quarters combat, all soldiers were proficient in techniques of dismantling tendons and dislocating bones, used to defend against enemies, disable their limbs, and rapidly rob them of their combat capability.

Jin Lvyi could tell at a glance that the injury on Young Master Ji's wrist was precisely a military technique of dismantling tendons and dislocating bones—something completely beyond the capability of an ordinary person.

"I... I accidentally injured it myself..." Young Master Ji had no choice but to bite the bullet and reply.

"Humph!" Jin Lvyi let out a cold snort, yet out of good intentions, she reached out to set his broken wrist back into place.

Where there were techniques for dislocating bones, there were naturally techniques for setting them; the two naturally complemented each other.

However, after a bit of manipulation by Jin Lvyi, Young Master Ji howled in pain, almost fainting from the agony.

"Huh!?" Jin Lvyi let out a startled gasp, only to realize that the injury left by the other party was far more exquisite than she had imagined.

The force had been applied with absolute precision, akin to a master butcher gracefully carving an ox; every single bone had been precisely dislodged.

Even Jin Lvyi found herself temporarily unable to reset it.

"This wrist injury of yours can only be resolved through surgery."

Jin Lvyi let go of his hand and said with a trace of apology.

Upon hearing this, Young Master Ji felt completely numb all over.

He thought to himself: If you can't fix it, why are you messing around with it? It feels like the injury has gotten even worse now—please tell me I won't end up disabled!

"Ahem!" Jin Lvyi dryly coughed in embarrassment, quickly changing the subject. "The person who did this is of a caliber not inferior to my own!"

"What kind of entity have you actually provoked? There's no need to be afraid—speak boldly, and I will take charge of justice for you!"

As she spoke, Jin Lvyi wore a solemn expression, standing on high alert!

Her hand involuntarily rested upon the hilt of her blade, assuming a posture ready to draw her weapon and make an arrest at any moment.

"No, no!"

Elder Ji hastily issued a flat denial.

If not for the "Undying Hell" curse that Ye Feng had planted within the Ji family, Elder Ji might actually have considered whether or not to borrow the power of the Yanjing Guards to deal with Ye Feng.

Among the common folk, Jin Lvyi bore the title of "Female War Goddess," having studied under the God of War of Youzhou as the guardian deity of Yanjing.

No matter how skilled Ye Feng was in combat, could he possibly be more formidable than Lord Jin, the Commander of the Yanjing Guards?

Yet, constrained by the terrifying deterrence of the "Undying Hell," Elder Ji had no choice but to swallow his bitter pill and accept his fate, not daring to summon reinforcements and blow the matter out of proportion.

"Lord Jin, it really was just a misunderstanding. There's nothing at all."

Seeing Elder Ji hesitate with words on the tip of his tongue, evidently harboring deep concerns, Jin Lvyi concluded that the formidable expert who had carried out the deed must be terrifyingly powerful—so much so that they had completely cowed the entire Ji family into submission.

"Fine! You said it yourself!" Jin Lvyi nodded. "Since you don't need my help, don't blame me when trouble strikes later on!"

"Not at all, not at all..." Elder Ji shook his head repeatedly, "There won't be any trouble. Please rest assured, Lord Jin."

Since the other party chose to smooth things over and let the matter drop, Jin Lvyi found it inconvenient to pursue it further, nor was it possible for her to forcefully barge in.

With a wave of her hand, she led her squad away.

Not long after walking out of the building, Jin Lvyi turned to ask her deputy alongside her: "You said that person also came to Fortune Plaza today?"

"Yes," the deputy quickly replied. "I heard it seems to be a high school reunion for them."

"A school reunion?" Jin Lvyi let out a cold snort. "How does he even have the face to show his face in a setting like that?!"

Jin Lvyi thought to herself that if she were in his shoes, having spent five years in prison, how could she possibly have the shame to face her former classmates and teachers?

Indeed, such a heinous villain possessed neither the moral compass nor the sense of shame of a normal person.

"Alas, it's a pity that Yanjing has been rather turbulent lately, with far too many experts gathering here," Jin Lvyi took a deep breath. "Once I finish dealing with this period of business, I'll carve out some time to deal with that brat!"

Yet, the thought resurfaced of the new Dragon King who had appeared in the underground Dragon Gate, the mysterious neighbor praised even by her adoptive father, and the miraculous physician Ye Kunlun who had cured her good friend's ailment.

Added to that was the mysterious expert from today who had suppressed the entire Ji family at Fortune Plaza.

Coupled with reports that underground Dragon Kings from all across Kyushu were rushing toward Yanjing, Jin Lvyi was suddenly seized by a mounting sense of crisis, as if a storm was about to engulf the city.

"Lord Jin!"

Suddenly, her subordinate's voice came through the walkie-talkie.

"That heretical monk we captured from the hospital a few days ago has finally cracked and started talking!"

"Oh!?" Hearing this, Jin Lvyi immediately turned back in a rush.