Chapter 17: I Killed You-After Leaving the Mountain, My True Identity Was Exposed by My Senior Sister!(A Cool Scene upon the Desert)

The instant the bullet howled toward him—

Ye Fei brought his fingers together.

A hint of a smile played at his lips.

A copper-colored object landed precisely between his fingers, just a hair’s breadth from his forehead.

No matter how difficult, he advanced another inch.

Hiss—

Witnessing this scene.

“This…”

“Is this for real…”

“Catching bullets with bare hands?”

Zhang Tianfeng sucked in a sharp breath, his face twisted in horror as if he’d seen a ghost.

The bald man shuddered, snapping back to his senses, his eyes filled with disbelief as he frantically squeezed the trigger again.

Bang.

…

Seven rounds fired in total.

An even more bizarre scene unfolded—

Ye Fei didn’t reach out to catch the bullets anymore; instead, his body shifted unpredictably, phantom-like, leaning slightly as he effortlessly dodged every bullet, letting them brush past him, his expression calm and unruffled.

This sight left the two men standing in the private room utterly dumbfounded.

Clatter.

The bald man trembled, his fingers going limp in terror, dropping the pistol to the floor as he staggered back two steps, swallowing hard, his face contorted in fear. “Zhang… Young Master Zhang, how did you… How did you offend someone of this caliber?”

Zhang Tianfeng said nothing; the sharp light in his eyes had vanished, replaced by waves of fright and dread.

Catching bullets bare-handed—he’d never witnessed such a thing in his life.

Yet, as a scion of a great clan, he still managed to suppress his trembling heart, fixing his gaze on Ye Fei and saying in a gloomy tone, “Brother, you’re indeed formidable—more so than anyone I’ve ever seen. But no matter how strong you are, you should know that in this world, a single person’s power is limited.”

“Just being tough won’t scare people. Do you believe I can make a single call and have you thrown in jail?”

“Even if this isn’t my territory, don’t think you’ll have it easy.”

The more he spoke, the colder his laugh became; finally, he leaned back and threatened,

“How about this: let’s both take a step back. I’ll pretend nothing happened tonight. You take your senior sister and leave; I’ll stay and drink with my brothers. We’ll keep out of each other’s way, and I guarantee no one will stop you.”

Hearing this, Ye Fei knew the man had been cowed—though he still tried to sound tough. Ye Fei couldn’t help but chuckle, “Before you came here tonight, did you ever imagine you’d end up in such a situation? Even now, you dare threaten me. Do you really think I don’t have a temper?”

As expected.

At Ye Fei’s words, Zhang Tianfeng’s face twitched.

The next moment.

Ye Fei began walking toward him, step by step.

“You…”

“What are you doing…”

“Don’t do anything rash—I’m warning you!”

The bald man tremblingly blocked Ye Fei’s path.

But Ye Fei merely turned his head and glanced at him indifferently.

In that instant.

The bald man felt a terrifying, bone-chilling murderous intent descend upon his shoulders. Every hair stood on end, as if plunged into an icy abyss. He stood frozen to the spot, unable to utter another word.

Ye Fei ignored him and turned to Zhang Tianfeng, moving his face close, lips curled in a half-smile, half-sneer. “Get out. If you dare trouble my senior sister again, your fate won’t be any better than anyone else here.”

“If you don’t believe I can do it, feel free to try.”

His tone brimmed with overwhelming murderous intent.

Zhang Tianfeng’s face twitched, his eyes filled with anger and unwillingness, but also helplessness.

He knew the man before him was no pushover. His face clouded, thoughts circling endlessly: As long as the green mountain remains, there’ll always be firewood.

Zhang Tianfeng could only swallow his indignation, resolving to deal with Ye Fei later. He gritted his teeth and spat out a threat: “Just you wait! We’ll see how I deal with you next time! If I don’t reclaim tonight’s honor, I’ll take your surname!”

With that, he turned and strode away.

Ye Fei watched his retreating back, entirely unconcerned.

At that moment—

A sultry cry suddenly sounded at his ear.

It sent tingles through his whole body.

Ye Fei’s brows arched as he quickly turned toward the sofa. There, Lin Qiqing had somehow freed herself from her restraints, and was about to slip off her last layer of clothing. Clearly, the effects of the drug had reached their peak.

The bald man beside them also heard the cry and instinctively looked up.

“What are you standing around for?”

“If you don’t want to die, get out!”

Ye Fei barked coldly, then glanced at the bodyguards sprawled on the floor.

“Anyone who stays in this room for more than five seconds will never leave here alive!”

At those words, the bald man swallowed hard and hurriedly waved his arm, shouting, “Go, go, go—get out, all of you, get out now!”

Seconds later.

Only Ye Fei and Lin Qiqing remained in the private room.

He glanced at the surveillance camera in the corner, casually picked up a toothpick from the table and flicked it between his fingers. The toothpick shot through the camera with ease.

Then he crouched before Lin Qiqing, pressing her hands down gently and spoke softly, “Senior sister? Senior sister? Can you hear me?”

“Mmm…”

Lin Qiqing had clearly lost all sense, oblivious to the world around her.

Ye Fei sighed, watching her writhing body, wondering if he really had to…

“You…”

“If you dare touch me…”

“I’ll… I’ll kill you…”

Unexpectedly, Lin Qiqing, as if sensing his thoughts, mumbled incoherently.

“Ahem.”

“Relax, senior sister.”

“I, Ye Fei, am not that kind of man… uh, not someone who takes advantage of others.”

“Though I say that, could you please stop grabbing my hand?”

“Uh, face is off-limits too!”

“That place—not allowed!”

“Stop, senior sister!”

Ye Fei was utterly helpless.

“You… I… I’ll kill you…”

Lin Qiqing seemed vaguely aware of her actions, her face flushed with shame, yet she had no control over herself, scolding him in broken words.

“All right, I’ll stop teasing you.” Ye Fei chuckled, then grew serious. He placed his hand on her lower abdomen, gently pushing aside her clothing, and, feeling the chill of her skin and bones, flicked his fingers lightly.

A faint hum.

A thread of imperceptible energy seeped into Lin Qiqing’s lower abdomen.

After about two minutes, her flushed cheeks gradually calmed, her feverish writhing stilled, as if the drug’s effects had been purged from her body. Her rapid breathing slowly eased.

This thread of energy was unique to Ye Fei.

Ever since he began cultivating the Nine Dragons Divine Art as his master instructed, a stream of spiritual energy accumulated in his dantian each morning, absorbing the essence of heaven and earth.