Wong Qifu's slap startled everyone, leaving Xu Ke in sheer disbelief.

The Wang Family Empress herself took action?

Wang Wu was stunned. In the past at the Golden K Bar, when they were beating up Li Jun, Wong Qifu had considered it beneath her to get her own hands dirty. But now, she actually… Thinking of this, Wang Wu couldn't help but glance at Xu Ke. Clearly, Wong Qifu had taken action personally because of him.

Siao Jia was caught completely off guard by the slap and turned her head, ready to spit out a curse.

But Wong Qifu spoke first. "This slap is for what you owe me."

Then, Wong Qifu emotionlessly swung her hand again…

SLAP!

Siao Jia was slapped so hard her ability to think vanished.

"This one is for what you owe Xu Ke," Wong Qifu declared.

Seeing this, the shock on Xu Ke's face was replaced by a complex expression.

Slapped to the ground, Siao Jia's eyes burned with venomous hatred. At this moment, she looked up at the towering figures of Xu Ke and Wong Qifu. Her mind suddenly flashed back to the day she had run into Xu Ke on the street. Back then, he was the one being looked down upon by her and Li Jun. Now, it seemed their roles had been completely reversed.

Seeing this, Ye Chen's expression turned exceedingly grim.

How much weight did Xu Ke truly hold in Wong Qifu's heart? He'd always refused to believe that the high and mighty Wong Qifu could be fond of a good-for-nothing like Xu Ke. He'd believed that Wong Qifu negotiating with him for Xu Ke's sake was merely a tactic to win over her people, a message to her subordinates that even if you were a good-for-nothing, as long as you were one of her people, she wouldn't abandon you so easily.

But now, it seemed Wong Qifu was willing to abandon her status and stoop to such a demeaning act for Xu Ke's sake. It was more than enough to show Xu Ke's position in her heart.

After slapping Siao Jia to the ground, Wong Qifu turned to Ye Chen. "Alright, there's one more thing."

"What?" Xu Ke was startled.

"Uncle Wu, come over and break Ye Chen's leg," Wong Qifu said, her face an emotionless mask, as if ordering the breaking of a young master of the Ye Family's leg was no different from breaking an ant's.

All color drained from Ye Chen's face. "No, don't! I agree to participate, don't break my legs!"

He was panicking. This time, he was truly panicking. He was confident he could survive the game. But if he were crippled, especially after today's failure, he would be cast aside as a good-for-nothing the moment he returned to his family. The mere thought of such a future filled him with a despair that seeped into his very bones.

"I'm not discussing it with you," Wong Qifu said coolly. "The moment you ordered your men to break Xu Ke's leg, you should have known that I would eventually break yours."

She was settling all accounts. Only after clearing the debt owed to Xu Ke would she let them properly play their survival game.

"That was Ouyang Shuang!" Ye Chen screamed in despair, trying to defend himself.

But Wong Qifu had no intention of listening and simply turned to leave. Even if Ouyang Shuang had ordered it, she was still displeased with Ye Chen.

Wang Wu stepped forward.

Ye Chen struggled, retreating powerlessly. He even threw a desperate glance toward Song Zhong. "Uncle Zhong, save me, save me!"

Song Zhong gritted his teeth. "Wang Wu, calm down!" But he didn't move an inch.

Ye Chen was utterly frantic. He scrambled backward, his legs kicking desperately against the floor, until his back hit the wall. Wang Wu grew closer and closer.

Helplessness!

Terror!

A dead end!

Just as Wang Wu stood before him and Ye Chen froze, rigid with fear, a voice cut through the tension.

"Uncle Wu, don't do it."

It was Xu Ke.

Wang Wu paused. "Why?" He didn't need to ask Wong Qifu for permission; he knew she would defer to Xu Ke's arrangements.

"There's no need," Xu Ke said, shaking his head.

Hearing this, Ye Chen's rigid body went limp with relief. A narrow escape from death! He was so relieved he felt the urge to cry.

And Xu Ke walked over.

"Xu Ke, thank you, thank you for sparing me!" Ye Chen's voice was filled with the breathless relief of someone who had just cheated death. He slumped against the wall, thanking him profusely. "I was wrong; I shouldn't have opposed you…"

"Thank me for what?" Xu Ke smiled faintly. "You're thanking me too soon."

"What?" Ye Chen froze, a strange feeling washing over him as he looked up.

A leg whistled through the air, crashing down hard!

CRACK.

"I'll do it myself," Xu Ke's cold voice rang out.

"Ahhhh!" Ye Chen screamed, his body convulsing in agony. But Xu Ke's medical knowledge had awakened, so he knew exactly where to strike to shatter the bone without letting Ye Chen pass out from the pain.

Wang Wu watched this unfold with a slight smile. So that's how it is. He glanced at Wong Qifu. Sure enough, she looked completely unsurprised, as if she had already guessed Mister Xu's intentions.

"Xu Ke! Xu Ke, I'll kill you!" Ye Chen twitched and roared, his face twisted in a mask of pain. He let out guttural, hoarse noises, even slamming the back of his head against the wall in a desperate attempt to lessen the agony.

His thigh was completely ruined.

"How about that?" Xu Ke stood up straight and looked at Siao Jia. "See? Your chance of survival just went up, didn't it?"

Siao Jia didn't speak, just stared coldly into the distance.

"Begin." Xu Ke plunged the knife into the floor in front of Ye Chen, cut his ropes, and then walked toward Song Zhong. "Once I untie you all, you can begin."

"Aren't you afraid I'll kill you right now?" Song Zhong asked, his face dark.

"You're only at the Innate Great Perfection stage; I don't need to be so nervous," Xu Ke said with a smile.

Song Zhong's body stiffened. "How did you know?" He had already been shocked to sense that Xu Ke now inexplicably possessed the True Qi of an Innate Middle Stage practitioner—something he didn't have before his suicide attempt. But for Xu Ke to call out his cultivation level directly filled him with a terrifying dread. How could he possibly know?

"It was easy," Xu Ke said as he untied Song Zhong's bonds. "Just be good and play the game. Once it's over, I'll let you out."

"You…" Song Zhong gritted his teeth. He had, in fact, considered attacking Xu Ke a moment ago, but now that his cultivation had been exposed, he didn't dare make a rash move.

"Play nicely," Xu Ke said, moving on to untie Siao Jia last.

Siao Jia was free, but she remained completely still.

Xu Ke walked a short distance away and turned back. "Don't worry, I will personally escort the final winner out. Uncle Wu won't follow me, and no one will take the opportunity to attack you. You can rest assured."

"Begin," Xu Ke said.

The moment he spoke, Siao Jia, who already knew she was doomed, turned and ran. She aimed for the side door nearest to her.

She had been waiting for this for a long time. She knew that the moment the game began was her last chance. Now, nobody was watching her. And the side door was so close… If only she could escape, she could survive. She had to survive! She wanted revenge! She wanted to avenge this humiliation!

Just then, a dagger whistled through the air and struck Siao Jia squarely in the back.

THUMP. Siao Jia fell, her hand grasping weakly at the air.

The reflection in the glass window showed Ye Chen's hand still frozen in the pose of having thrown the knife.

So in the end, the one who killed her was Ye Chen!

She looked toward Xu Ke. Seeing him standing there, watching her from a distance, she felt an indescribable sense of alienation. A sudden wave of regret washed over her.

The side door was only twenty centimeters away.

Siao Jia lay in a growing pool of her own blood, her pupils gradually dilating…

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