<h4>Chapter 1209: Chapter 1216: Ying Hall (1)</h4>


    Just now, He Ziyun told Ling Chen over the phone that Ye Liangyong had arranged a ce for him to stay. Although this rented house was spacious, the conditions were too poor. If it were just a group of men, it wouldn’t matter, but with Zhu Qing around, they needed to be a bit more particr.


    What’s that saying? You can neglect anyone, but you can’t neglect a beauty.


    The ce Ye Liangyong arranged was quiterge; it’s an estate located in the Beijing suburb, with two vis in a pastoral style, surrounded by lush greenery, with many trees nted around.


    When Ling Chen and his party arrived, they found a lot of young men in the estate, each walking back and forth, seemingly patrolling the surroundings.


    "Mr. Ye, are these all the security of the estate?"


    "No, they’re all our own people, brought over from the Qingyun Martial Arts Hall. They’re quite capable; although they can’tpare to a freak like you, they can handle being security without major issues."


    Ling Chen was very impressed with ’Qingyun Martial Arts Hall.’ Qingyun Martial Arts Hall was an academy founded by He Ziyun, initially in East Sea City. Later, due to He Ziyun’s identity issues, fearing it might implicate the Qingyun Martial Arts Hall, the hall was moved to Beijing, where Ye Liangyong took full responsibility for managing it.


    "Mr. Ye, is it really necessary to go to such lengths?"


    "Master told me that you’re short on manpower right now, so I will help as much as I can." After a pause, Ye Liangyong changed the topic and asked, "I heard you had a big conflict with Hong Wei?"


    Ling Chen nodded, considering Ye Liangyong one of their own, there was no need to hide the truth from him.


    "Mr. Ye, you’ve been in Beijing for so many years, you must be familiar with Hong Wei, right?"


    "Met him a few times, but we’re not in deep contact. Hong Wei and I are not on the same path, so I try to keep my distance from him. My most extensive knowledge of him is about his love life, something everyone in the upper echelons of Beijing society must know well. Hong Wei loves young, beautiful women, especially those with a certain social status. Whether it’s news anchors or celebrities, he’s been through them all. It’s said he has dozens of women he’s maintained, and more than half of them have given him children. However, Hong Wei has done it very discreetly, sending the children abroad to live right after birth, so no one knows where his children are."


    Hearing this, Ling Chen couldn’t help but smile, "This is typically someone who’s done too much bad stuff and is afraid of revenge, so he leaves so many descendants to avoid severing the Hong family’s line."


    "Ling Chen." Ye Liangyong sternly said, "As long as you’re confident, just go for it, don’t worry about causing an impact. On the surface, people in Beijing are polite to Hong Wei, but privately, there are many criticisms because some of his actions undermine the basic fairness ofpetition. However, due to Hong Wei’s massive power, no one dares to openly conflict with him. If something were to really happen to Hong Wei, I’m sure many people would p their hands in joy."


    "I understand."


    "Alright! I have a meeting to hostter, so I won’t go inside with you. Whatever you need, just call me; I’ll do my best to help if I can."


    "Thanks, Mr. Ye!"


    ...


    "Kill!"


    With a loud shout, there was a nging sound as a pair of sharp daggers slipped from the man’s hands. Then, he tilted his body and fell straight to the ground, lifeless.


    p p p!


    Clear pping sounds came, and an old man walked over slowly, nodding at the blood-covered Zhu Hong, "Not bad! You’ve improved quickly, you didn’t disappoint me."


    Looking at the old man, Zhu Hong took a few deep breaths. When his slightly trembling arms gradually rxed, he threw down the dagger in his hand, and his blood-red eyes slowly returned to normal. "Master, thanks to your outstanding teaching, I’ve made such great progress."


    "No need to be modest. No matter how well I teach, it all depends on your diligence and hard work." Saying this, the old man waved his hand, and several expressionless youths immediately came over to carry away the bodies lying on the ground.


    "Master, when can I enter the second stage?" Zhu Hong eagerly asked. Since undergoing the old man’s special training, he had clearly felt his power increase. Once he’d stepped into the threshold, he naturally wanted to pursue even greater strength.


    "No rush," the old man lightly chuckled, "This kind of thing must be done step by step, don’t rush it. You’ve done very well recently, you need to rest for a period, let your bodypletely rx, and consolidate your foundation. When the timees, I will naturally let you enter the second stage of training. Go attend to your wounds, thene see me at my ce."


    Zhu Hong nced at the wounds on his body and said nonchntly, "Master, these little wounds are nothing."


    "Don’t overdo it. After drug immersion, your sense of pain has greatly diminished, you can hardly feel any pain. But, the absence of pain doesn’t mean your injuries won’t affect your body. As an assassin, your body is your capital."


    "Yes, I understand!" Zhu Hong nodded, saying nothing more, and walked straight out of the training ground.


    Returning to his residence, as soon as he stepped inside, a woman with delicate features quickly put down her tasks and hurried over to him, kneeling respectfully in front of Zhu Hong with her head lowered, "Master."


    Zhu Hong didn’t even nce at her and walked straight to the bedside to sit down. Without needing to say anything further, the woman immediately brought over a medical kit and carefully tended to Zhu Hong’s wounds. From her skilled movements, it seemed she often handled such matters.


    After bandaging the wounds, the woman brought a cup of tea and handed it to Zhu Hong with both hands, "Master, please have some water."


    Taking the teacup, Zhu Hong said indifferently, "Go and get busy."


    "Yes."


    Watching the woman’s retreating figure, Zhu Hong couldn’t help but curl the corner of his mouth into a smile with an inexplicable meaning. As a direct disciple, the treatment Zhu Hong received was much better than others, which included having a woman exclusively for him. The woman in front of him was named Xiu, very young, only twenty-two, in her prime. When she was delivered, she was clean and untouched by any man.


    Xiu’s job was very simple—to serve Zhu Hong well, fulfilling his every demand, even if those demands were perverse, she had toply unconditionally.


    Having stayed in the desert for so long, mingling with a group of men all day, suddenly receiving a fair-skinned woman was like relief in a time of drought for Zhu Hong. On the day Xiu was delivered, Zhu Hong couldn’t wait to enjoy her. It had to be said that Xiu was trained very well, not just in figure, but more importantly in skill, and there was no trace of her being new to the experience.


    However, over time, Zhu Hong grew weary. It wasn’t that Xiu wasn’t good enough, it’s just that his mind was now entirely focused on improving his power, leaving him no mood to consider anything else. After resting for about ten minutes, Zhu Hong, with Xiu’s assistance, changed into clean clothes and went straight to the master’s residence.