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To put it bluntly, money is at the root of it all.

These days, there are countless instances of "old men chasing young women." To say these young girls follow older men purely for love, Qin Fang naturally didn't believe it.

At least from what he had seen, no young girl was willing to stay with a beggar who couldn't even afford food. The older men they ended up with always seemed to be wealthy and successful.

Was Han Long someone who lacked money?

Clearly not. Just one look at this multi-billion Hong Kong dollar mansion showed he was doing exceptionally well.

Not to mention his identity as a drug lord, making money hand over fist daily. The full extent of his wealth was unclear, but maintaining ten or even eight mistresses would certainly pose no issue for him.

The law obviously wouldn't allow polygamy, but in practice, his mistresses outside—well, they could probably form a whole soccer team.

Take this young woman Qin Fang was watching, for example. Her beauty was absolutely remarkable, comparable to Tang Feifei's level. With her traces of mixed-race features, she exuded an astonishing charm that even caught Qin Fang's attention for a fleeting moment.

Fortunately, Qin Fang had encountered plenty of beautiful women, so while he felt a pity for this woman, he didn't dwell too much on it. Instead, his focus shifted back to observing Han Long, who was sitting and working busily.

At first, Qin Fang worried Han Long might scatter to multiple safe locations, a "cunning rabbit with three burrows" sort of thing—meaning he wouldn't necessarily remain here for long. But judging by what he saw now, that didn't seem the case. Han Long appeared poised to stay here for some days.

He was likely sticking around specifically for this deal with the Xiao Dao Zhu Lian Gang. After all, drug trafficking was Han Long's primary source of income, and naturally, he would treat it with utmost importance.

Drugs, however, were harmful—ruining lives. Recklessly taking such substances could lead people to lose everything. Families broken, lives lost—cases like these were all too common.

Thus, those who sell drugs are the worst kind of scum—beyond reprehensible, as far as Qin Fang was concerned.

Although Qin Fang had the heart to eradicate these operations, he understood full well it was impossible. It wasn't something that could be dealt with overnight.

Even if Qin Fang killed Han Long, the biggest drug lord in the region, others would emerge to take his place. Over in the Golden Triangle, the drug trade would simply swap suppliers—it wouldn't really hurt their overall interests. Drug trafficking would carry on the same way, unaffected.

For that reason, while Qin Fang despised drugs, he also found himself utterly helpless. Unless the root cause of the problem was eliminated, it would remain inconceivable to stamp it out entirely.

And in the Golden Triangle, even if opium poppy cultivation and drug refinement ceased, industrial methods for manufacturing drugs had advanced with scientific progress, and eradicating them would remain an uphill battle.

"Hmm?"

Just as Qin Fang was contemplating how he could stealthily navigate closer and take Han Long down with a single shot, he suddenly felt a sharp and sinister gaze focused on him.

Caught off guard by this eerie sensation, Qin Fang initially considered retreating his attention from the Caucasian Dog he was controlling. But after hesitating for a moment, he decided against it and continued casually manipulating the dog, keeping it crouched by the window without moving—he ensured there was nothing overtly suspicious about its behavior.

Simultaneously, using the dog's perspective, he started searching for the source of that gaze.

The hostile and menacing feeling from that gaze stirred a faint sense of threat within Qin Fang—suggesting someone near Han Long might be hiding, someone truly fearsome, even alarming for Qin Fang himself.

Indeed, that person existed!

He had already appeared, steadily approaching the location of the Caucasian Dog under Qin Fang's control.

It was a man in his thirties, his appearance nothing remarkable. Yet his movements, his steps—each stride seemed meticulously calculated, the margin for error nearly imperceptible.

While this man's outward appearance seemed unremarkable, the aura emanating from him was enough to send shivers down Qin Fang's spine—a potent and terrifying presence.

It wasn't that this man possessed power exceeding Qin Fang's, but rather the unnerving quality of his aura—a murderous intent seemingly forged through surviving life-and-death encounters, a true "killer's aura."

Murderous intent is something everyone carries, especially during moments of fury. But compared to this man, ordinary bursts of rage-induced murderous aura hardly amounted to anything. Every movement this man made—no matter how ordinary—radiated chilling, unparalleled killing intent.

"Could this person be the reincarnation of a killing god?"

Even Qin Fang, overwhelmed by this overpowering aura, found it hard to believe how someone could radiate such extreme danger. This man was simply too formidable.

The modern world was largely characterized by peace; although localized conflicts still occurred, they remained minor skirmishes with little chance of escalating into large-scale wars.

Minor skirmishes meant fewer casualties…

With fewer deaths, refining a murderous aura like this was nearly impossible—one that might only arise from killing hundreds or thousands of people. It was no wonder Qin Fang couldn't stay calm.

If this man had indeed killed so many, his accumulated Sin Points must be terrifyingly high.

For instance, High Priest Darren, who was responsible for countless deaths—both directly and indirectly—had only managed to accrue a little over three thousand Sin Points.

But this man before Qin Fang… if his aura was truly condensed through slaughter, then he was unquestionably a killing god in human form—the worst of the worst, a butcher among butchers.

"Sigh, too bad I can't get closer. Otherwise, I could figure out his details…"

Qin Fang sighed to himself regretfully. Although his Beast Eye allowed him to observe activity inside the mansion, its reconnaissance capabilities only worked when Qin Fang himself used them. Unable to utilize Scouting Skill in his current state, Qin Fang might only uncover the man's identity if this dangerous figure made his way to the window—somewhere visible to him.

Yet, this possibility seemed unlikely.

Judging by this highly dangerous man's presence, Qin Fang knew full well he wasn't dealing with an ordinary opponent—his strength unquestionably belonged to elites Qin Fang himself might struggle against.

At that moment, the individual approached the window, staring fixedly at the Caucasian Dog crouched there. His gaze contained a flickering yet inscrutable intensity—who knew what thoughts swirled within his mind.

Relying on his control over the Caucasian Dog, Qin Fang ensured the dog remained unmoving. He even made it flash its teeth and emit a low, growling rumble—an apparent standoff with the formidable adversary before it.

However, while Qin Fang maintained control of the dog, the animal's inner fear was unmistakable—its terror clearly transmitted back to Qin Fang. The dog instinctively recognized the man before it as someone not to be trifled with, someone truly dangerous.

"Tu San, come here…"

As Qin Fang debated whether to activate his Beast Eye and relinquish control over the Caucasian Dog to mask his presence further, Han Long suddenly spoke up.

Tu San—clearly the name of this dangerous individual. Upon hearing Han Long's call, Tu San frowned slightly, casting another deliberate glance at the Caucasian Dog before turning his attention back to Han Long.

"Woof!"

In response, the dog let out a frightened whimper, tucking its tail and spinning around to dart back to its kennel at a swift pace.

Witnessing this, Tu San's expression slightly relaxed, though his face remained stoic, devoid of particular emotion, as if the matter had been no more than trivial.

"That name… it sounds familiar."

Although it had been Qin Fang's choice to release the Beast Eye and allow the dog to react naturally, the name Tu San stirred fragments of vague recollection within Qin Fang's thoughts.

This man was undoubtedly a powerhouse—a striking figure whose murderous aura spoke volumes of his strength. And if Qin Fang had heard his name before, then it was likely tied to someone prominent in the Underground World.

"An elite of the Underground World…"

Bringing this realization to mind, Qin Fang began sifting through his memories—a mental archive of notable figures from the Underground World he had encountered or heard of before.

The list was sincerely limited. Qin Fang's exposure to this shadowy domain was relatively recent, with only a modest number of names to recall, making his search somewhat straightforward.

Before long…

"It's him! The Bloody Demon Tu San…"

Qin Fang pinpointed the identity of the individual who exuded such a dangerous aura—it was none other than the Underground World's infamous butcher.

Known as the Bloody Demon Tu San, his moniker alone was testament to his extreme brutality. It wasn't a nickname he gave himself but one bestowed upon him by peers in the Underground World.

The name stemmed from his cultivation technique called the Blood Hand Print, which turned his palms crimson like fresh blood during execution. But more than that—it was the sheer savagery he exhibited that earned him his title.

The Underground World was chaotic enough on its own. Beyond the notorious bounty board listing high-value targets' monetary worth, there existed another ranking—the List of Fierce Gods.

The List of Fierce Gods was reserved for only the most vicious, bloodthirsty figures within the Underground World. Each figure's rank reflected their degree of cruelty.

For instance, Qin Fang had previously eliminated Explosive Bear Locke, a sadistic thrill-killer notorious for tearing victims apart alive—his exploits even earned him a spot on the list, albeit far down, ranking no better than seventy-eighth.

Yet the Bloody Demon Tu San, the man now before Qin Fang, ranked among the top ten evildoers. Though only ninth on the list, his reputation was monumental.

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