After I stopped trying, a rich woman trained me into a demon emperor.

"Mr. Zhou! Are you alright?"

The person who arrived was Chen Ya's personal driver, Lao Zhang.

He was a retired reconnaissance soldier, quite skilled, and extremely loyal to Chen Ya.

But when he saw the construction site clearly through the car headlights, he froze.

The pipe wrench in his hand clattered to the ground.

"Ghost...ghost hand?"

On that open space stood "Ghost Hand," a master of internal energy who was treated as an honored guest by many wealthy families in Jiangcheng.

At this moment, it is kneeling on the ground like an old dog, wagging its tail and begging for mercy.

Beside him, the barrel of a Glock pistol was bent from being stepped on.

Even more terrifying is Ghost Hand's right hand, which is known as the number one palm strike in the Southwest!

And Zhou Ran.

In his memory, that shy, pretty-boy fitness coach.

Standing with his hands behind his back, the coldness and murderous aura emanating from him sent chills down the spine of this veteran.

Old Zhang swallowed hard, concealing the disdain in his eyes, and quickly walked up to Zhou Ran, bowing respectfully.

He originally thought that the young boyfriend that President Chen had found was just a pretty face.

When I heard General Manager Chen's instructions at noon, I was still somewhat dismissive of him.

But now, that disdain has turned into awe.

Is someone who can't even be killed by a gun still human?

"Old Zhang, you've come at the perfect time."

Zhou Ran pointed to Fatty Wang next to him.

"This is my brother. He's a little injured. Could you take him home for me?"

Find the best private clinic; I'll cover the medical expenses.

"In addition, transfer 200,000 to his account as compensation for emotional distress tonight."

Old Zhang nodded repeatedly, not daring to utter a single unnecessary word.

"Yes, Mr. Zhou, I'll take care of it right away."

"Oh, by the way, tell Sister Ya when you get back that my friend drank too much, so I'm taking him home. I'll be there later."

Zhou Ran said calmly.

"Understood! I just said you went to catch up with friends!"

Old Zhang is very good at following the rules; he never asks questions he shouldn't ask, and he never looks at things he shouldn't look at.

He called to two bodyguards to lift Fatty Wang into the car.

"Also, I don't want anyone else to know what happened here tonight."

Old Zhang was shocked and immediately understood.

Mr. Zhou, this is an attempt to silence you!

"Don't worry, Mr. Zhou! I, Lao Zhang, am very tight-lipped!"

"Ran-ge, you...you're not leaving?"

Fatty Wang gave him a deep look through the car window.

"You go first, I'll take care of the rest."

Zhou Ran patted him on the shoulder.

"Remember, keep what happened tonight to yourself."

Go back and take good care of your injury. Once I'm done with this busy period, I'll treat you to some delicious food and drinks.

Fatty Wang nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

He knew that Zhou Ran was no longer the poor kid who used to fight with him for lunchboxes in the electronics market.

As the Audi's headlights disappeared into the darkness, the calm on Zhou Ran's face vanished.

He turned around and looked at the two people kneeling on the ground.

Ghost Hand and Biaozi were shaking like sieves.

They saw death in those eyes.

"Senior...Senior, spare my life! Grandmaster, spare my life!"

The old ghost kept kowtowing, his forehead a bloody mess.

I will serve you as my Lord!

I still have some savings, tens of millions, I'll give them all to you!

I just want you to treat me like a fart and let me go!

Zhou Ran ignored him and slowly unbuttoned his cuffs, revealing his strong forearms.

A sinister smile curved his lips.

In the darkness of the night, that smile looked particularly eerie.

"money?"

"I don't need it."

"I'm more attracted to your bodies."

Old Ghost and Biaozi stared wide-eyed.

Could it be that this young man has homosexual tendencies?

"Master, this time let your disciple protect you!"

Biaozi glanced at Zhou Ran, deftly unbuckled his belt with one hand, and stuck his butt out high.

"Come on, if I, Fan Debiao, even frown, I'm not a man!"

Zhou Ran: ? ? ?

Was my expression ambiguous?

Suddenly, wisps of black air entered Biaozi's buttocks.

"Ugh!!!"

The airflow was like a living thing, and in a moment it enveloped the two of them.

The two people's agonizing screams lasted only half a second before abruptly stopping.

The Yin-Yang Secret: Reversing Yin and Yang, devouring heaven and earth.

Zhou Ran stood before the two rapidly withering bodies, the black energy surging in his palms greedily absorbing the last essence.

That was not simply flesh and blood, but the essence and spirit of two martial artists who had cultivated for decades.

The barrier, which was originally at the second level of Qi Condensation, emitted a faint cracking sound under the impact of this enormous energy.

Zhou Ran exhaled a breath of stale air, and a purple light flickered in his eyes.

This is the domineering nature of demonic arts.

There is no need to meditate and breathe in a routine, nor is there a need to spend years contemplating the universe.

With sufficient "resources," one's cultivation can progress by leaps and bounds.

No wonder demonic cultivators are always ostracized by the righteous path in the cultivation world.

This predatory method of cultivation is too fast!

Who wouldn't be envious?

Zhou Ran looked at the two people at his feet, who had already turned into dried corpses, without a trace of pity in his eyes.

He who kills will be killed by others.

A moment later, Zhou Ran finished his practice and felt the abundant power within his body.

Qi Condensation Level 3!

"Murderers and arsonists wear golden belts; the ancients were right."

After doing all this, he took out his phone and dialed a number.

A languid and cool female voice came through the receiver.

"Mr. Zhou?"

Xiao Hongli's voice carried a hint of surprise.

"I killed two people at an abandoned construction site behind the city's central hospital."

There was a brief pause on the other end of the phone.

"Who?"

Xiao Hongli's voice remained calm.

"Sent by Zhao Shijiang, an old man called Ghost Hand."

"Ghost hands?"

Xiao Hongli's tone finally showed a slight change.

"That 'Ghost Hand,' hailed as the best palm striker in Southwest China? A retainer that Hongyuan Group paid a fortune to cultivate?"

"Probably, it wasn't very durable, it's already dead."

Zhou Ran kicked the dried corpse on the ground, making a crisp cracking sound.

"The body is in a rather unsightly state, so I'm not in a position to handle it."

Since we're partners, Mr. Xiao shouldn't refuse such a small favor, right?

Zhou Ran knew very well that Xiao Hongli had signed the land deal in the south of the city today to give him face.

It was also because of a way to save his life that they recognized his potential.

Since we're going to cooperate, and might even take her into our household in the future, we need to see her sincerity and skill.

If she harbors ulterior motives and wants to use this to manipulate him.

Then, Zhou Ran wouldn't mind absorbing another Taiyin Body.

Although it is somewhat of a waste.

After all, only a living "furnace" can continuously provide yin energy, but compared to safety, he can afford this loss.

"it is good."

Xiao Hongli agreed readily.

"The Xiao family will buy that land within half an hour."

"In the future, Mr. Zhou, please feel free to speak up on any issues involving the government."

Thank you.

Zhou Ran hung up the phone and casually put his phone into his pocket.

What a smart person.

She didn't see this as a favor; instead, she saw it as an opportunity to deepen their bond.

With this versatile glove, things will be much easier from now on.

……

Heavenly Palace on the Clouds, Chen Family Villa.

What should have been a warm and lively family dinner was instead filled with a tense atmosphere.

The long dining table was laden with exquisite dishes, but no one touched them.

Chen Ya sat in the main seat, her face pale.

She would glance at the clock on the wall every now and then.

It's almost eight o'clock.

Zhou Ran has not returned yet.

I can't get through on the phone, and they're not replying to my messages.

She called Lao Zhang while she was in the restroom.

Old Zhang only said that Zhou Ran's situation was very critical, and that a top expert had taken control of Zhou Ran.

Then you can hear the frantic roar of Old Zhang's engine.

Could Zhou Ran really be...?

"Ya Ya, I'm not trying to be mean, but..."

Zhao Shijiang put down his prayer beads, picked up his wine glass, and took a sip.

"Your little boyfriend is way too arrogant."

Is this how he raises his family to wait here for an hour?