Leisurely mountain village

Especially a man like Qinglong, she had personally witnessed him summon a sky full of thunder and blast those so-called elites of the White Eagle into a pulp.

What right does she have to monopolize such a powerful man?

"As long as you don't forget me, that's fine." Zhang Ziyan looked up, her fiery red lips causing Qinglong to lower his head instantly.

After dawn, Qinglong left. Zhang Ziyan felt no frustration; she was content, extremely content. She thought about what Qinglong had told her before he left: "If you find it tiring, close the shop. Your man has plenty of money."

Then she looked at the bedside table, where neatly stacked bundles of kimchi won worth 50,000 won each, and smiled happily.

After carefully hiding the pile of kimchi worth over 500 million won, Zhang Ziyan started getting dressed and washing up. She truly felt happy now.

Even though right now she's facing two agents from the Korean National Intelligence Service, who are questioning her.

“He’s so powerful, what can I do if he comes looking for me? Why don’t you send someone to protect me?” Zhang Ziyan said to the two of them. “By the way, before he left, he asked me to pass on a message to you: don’t lose your lives by helping the White Eagle. He doesn’t want to harm his comrades now, but that doesn’t mean he’s afraid. I hope you’ll take care of yourselves.”

The two agents exchanged a glance, then reported back by phone. In less than ten minutes, Zhang Ziyan came out. Since the National Intelligence Service knew how capable Xiao Yan was, they didn't dare to push him too hard, since his abilities had already been proven.

The fact that Xiao Yan didn't go on a killing spree at the NIS might actually be because he still cherished old friendships. So the NIS simply reported to S.H.I.E.L.D. that they had discovered Xiao Yan's whereabouts, and then they ran away.

After receiving the news, the Bald Eagles didn't come over. After all, they had been tricked by Xiao Yan every time before, and they had almost given up on capturing him. As long as they weren't targeting the Bald Eagles, they didn't care what happened.

After Ye Huan and Esdin arrived at the destination, they went directly to an ancient manor. With Esdin leading the way, they easily entered the main building, and then some family members who were still at home were summoned over.

He had no particular thoughts about his clone going to the beauty salon. Although the clone was created by him, he had long ago completely severed that wisp of his spirit, so it was normal for the clone to have independent thoughts now.

Ye Huan didn't care what his clone thought or did; he only cared about its loyalty. He didn't ask about anything else, as it wasn't a big deal. He controlled the clone's life and death.

He can withdraw his clone at any time if he wishes, and the clone will disappear into the world.

“Who are you, Esdin? Why did you bring a stranger to the manor, and a dog too? You know your grandfather hates dogs.” A middle-aged white man, about 50 years old with a slightly red face, said to them.

"Oh, I think you've got it wrong. I wasn't invited by your son; I came here to cause trouble." Ye Huan laughed, and then the brute jumped up, tearing apart the two black-clad, black-faced bodyguards with his claws.

Everyone watched in horror, but the middle-aged man quickly regained his composure. "Who are you? What are you doing here?"

"That's where the question comes from, you precious son." Ye Huan pulled over a chair and sat down. The burly man glared at the middle-aged man, while Qilin stood beside Ye Huan.

The middle-aged Bebonta glared at his son. Esdin recounted the incident to his father. By this time, more than a dozen family members had arrived.

Including Esther's grandfather, who didn't like dogs.

"Young man, now that you've already received two hundred million US dollars in compensation, why are you still here? Do you think the Bebonta family is made of clay?" The old man, leaning on his cane, slammed it on the ground and demanded of Ye Huan.

"Tch, two hundred million? You think my time is only worth two hundred million? Stubborn fool, brute. Let him taste the pain of losing his son before you decide how to talk to me." Ye Huan was speechless. I'm already here.

With a leap, the brute smashed the middle-aged Bebonta to pieces before he could even react.

Seeing this, Esdin wet himself again, and the old white-skinned Bebonta family head was also dumbfounded, staring at Ye Huan and the big dog.

"you..."

"Stop with all this 'you and me,' just name a figure for compensation. If it's right, I'll walk away. If not, your Beta family is done for today. Isn't that annoying?" Ye Huan said.

“We are the Bebonta family,” the old man roared.

"Okay, okay, old Beta, how much compensation do you think is appropriate for me?" Ye Huan picked his ear and asked.

Outside the main hall, in the courtyard, security personnel had already assembled and surrounded the area, each holding a submachine gun, waiting for the patriarch's order.

Just as Old Beta was about to make a move, Ye Huan waved his hand outside, and dozens of security guards all had their eyes darken, their consciousness shattered, and they collapsed to the ground, gone.

This scene stunned Old Beta. "Are you a superhuman?"

"You got it right, but there's no reward. Don't waste my time, I'm very busy," Ye Huan said impatiently.

"We'll pay you back right away, five hundred million, no, one billion euros. Any more than that, and it will take a lot of time to mobilize the funds," Old Beta hurriedly said.

"It's alright, I accept transfers. I'm not a kidnapper, so I'm not afraid of anyone checking my accounts," Ye Huan said with a smile.

"30 billion, I can't manage any more than that," Old Bei said.

“Okay, that’s the right attitude to apologize for doing something wrong.” Ye Huan nodded. “Alright, transfer the money.” Ye Huan gave Lao Bei his account details and asked him to transfer the money.

The white old man was helpless. He could earn back the 30 billion euros, but he was terrified of offending such a powerful superhuman. If his son was gone, so be it; he still had his grandson. And if his grandson was gone too, he could always have another one.

Ye Huan arrived satisfied and left satisfied. He looked at Esdin and said, "You're welcome to come and cause me trouble again."

"He dared! From this day forward, he has been stripped of his inheritance rights. Please rest assured, sir, I will make proper arrangements for him, and absolutely nothing will happen that would displease you again," Old Bei hurriedly said. Again? Grandma...

"Haha, Old Bei, I'm starting to like you a little now. If there's a next time, hmph." Ye Huan left immediately.

When Old Bei saw Ye Huan, he immediately sat down in his chair, and the butler came over to help him up. "Master, is that all?"

“If you want to die, go ahead. Remember, no one has come to our house today. Tell everyone the same thing. The money in the house was transferred out because this person saved Esdin, but unfortunately his father couldn’t be saved. To protect Esdin, we’re now under house arrest,” Old Bei said.

"Yes, patriarch." Everyone nodded, understanding. However, no one dared to gamble with their lives. With money and power, why demean themselves? Wouldn't it be better to enjoy life?

They stared at Esdin speechlessly, their faces full of disgust.