Li Qingshan had left the Li Family thirty years ago, and the members of the Li family had never seen him since then, probably thinking he had died out there.

Although Li Qingshan came back every year to take a look at his descendants, he never acknowledged them because he had too many enemies and feared that he might bring danger to his family.

Ye Feng was the person who understood Li Qingshan the most and could sympathize with his hardships the most.

"Old fellow, I will take good care of them!"

Ye Feng sighed and looked at the solitary villa ahead, murmuring quietly to himself.

The lone villa ahead was extremely luxurious, and located in the downtown area, its value must have been tens of millions.

On one side of the villa was a huge floor-to-ceiling window. Through the window, Ye Feng saw four people sitting on a sofa watching TV.

"That middle-aged man should be Li Qingshan's son, Li ZhenGuo. Next to him is his wife, Tang Wan, the lady should be their daughter, Li Xian, and that boy must be their son, Li Hao!"

Ye Feng had already investigated the details of Li Qingshan's descendants. He knew Li Qingshan's spouse was also alive but had been in poor health and was staying in a rehabilitation room at the Central Hospital of Jiangnan City.

Memorizing the looks of Li ZhenGuo's family of four, Ye Feng walked around the villa once more before leaving the place.

The city at night was full of neon lights, dazzling and brilliant, the flashing lights of passing vehicles transforming the city into a stunning ocean of lights!

Nighttime bars, located next to Century Garden, became a place where young people expended their surplus energy when night fell.

Inside the bar, the booming music stimulated everyone's nerves, as if the cells in their bodies danced to the rhythm.

In the dance floor, young men and women shook their bodies wildly as if trying to shake off all their troubles from their bodies.

At the bar, a bartender looked at a customer who was approaching with great surprise.

The majority of those who came here were white-collar workers, each dressed neatly, but this customer was ragged.

"Could he be a construction worker? Why come to such a place?" the bartender muttered quietly to himself but still greeted politely,

"For how many, sir? What would you like to drink?"

"Do you have Balkan Vodka?" Ye Feng slowly sat down at the bar and asked the bartender with a smile.

"Balkan?" The bartender was startled. Balkan Vodka was a type of drink produced in Bulgaria; they indeed had a bottle of it. However, with an alcohol content of 88%, ordinary people dare not drink it.

"We do! 600 yuan!" After speaking, the bartender stared at Ye Feng, seemingly unsure whether he could afford it.

Ye Feng naturally noticed what the bartender was thinking. He just smiled lightly without minding, directly taking out money and placing it on the bar.

"Please wait a moment, sir!"

The bartender felt awkward but had not expected Ye Feng to actually be able to afford it. He quickly took the money and fetched a bottle from deep within the liquor cabinet and handed it over to Ye Feng.

Ye Feng just glanced at the bottle, then opened it and blew a large gulp straight from it.

The bartender watched, dumbfounded. This was the seventh strongest spirit in the world, truly potent enough to kill someone. But he also realized that Ye Feng was no ordinary man, or else he wouldn't have ordered Balkan Vodka.

Ye Feng did not know what the bartender was thinking and didn't care. He simply drank from the bottle sip by sip, listening to the furious music of the bar.

Every time after completing a mission with the Shadow Group, Ye Feng habitually came to bars to unwind. For someone like him, who constantly struggled on the line between life and death, high alcohol concentrations and women were essential for balancing his physiology and psychology.

Ye Feng never admitted that he was a good person, or a good man, because he had had countless women. Most of these encounters were one-night stands; he liked the thrill but not the responsibility of relationships, or so his nature dictated!

This time in the bar, however, Ye Feng was not looking for a one-night stand, but was feeling somewhat melancholy.

Ye Feng was not good at expressing his emotions, but this time, the death of Li Qingshan truly affected him deeply.

"Booze! My... where's my booze!"

While Ye Feng was lost in thought, a drunken voice called out from beside him.

Sitting next to Ye Feng was a woman leaning heavily on the bar, clearly having had too much to drink.

Ye Feng shook his head with a smile and ignored her, placing his bottle of liquor back on the bar before pulling out a cigarette and starting to smoke.

But just as he had taken a couple of puffs, he found the woman next to him turning around, grabbing his bottle, and gulping it down continuously.

Uh...

Ye Feng was taken aback, not expecting this to happen.

However, when he saw the woman's appearance, he was stunned for a moment.

The woman was wearing a loose gray long shirt with a white T-shirt underneath, a black mini skirt on the bottom, and her wavy long hair draped over her shoulders. A pair of black-framed glasses sat on her nose, her pretty face as white as cream, and due to drunkenness, a shade of flushed red appeared, resembling a delicate rose.

What really caught Ye Feng's attention was the woman's figure, a perfect model with a nine-heads-tall ratio, proportioned according to the golden ratio. Her buttocks, encased in the black mini skirt, were pert and round, and her chest was just beginning to burgeon, visible through the neckline showing her deep, fair cleavage.

"Must be 36D!"

Ye Feng's eyes heated up, but seeing that the woman was quite drunk, he harbored no inappropriate thoughts.

"What kind of liquor is this? It has... no taste at all!"

After taking a sip of the vodka, the woman looked at it hazily and then set it on the bar, muttering to herself.

Hearing this, Ye Feng was even more speechless.

Not only had the woman drunk his liquor, she was complaining about its taste!

Just then, from the dance floor area, a middle-aged man approached.

The man was somewhat bald, with a rotund physique, resembling a wooden stump. At that moment his small eyes glanced at the intoxicated woman, and his pupils lit up, his face showing a hint of eagerness:

"Hehe! Beauty, want a drink? Have this!"

Saying so, the bald man placed his whiskey in front of the woman.

"Who are you? Why... why should I drink your liquor!" The drunk woman opened her eyes to glance at the bald man, then closed her eyes, ignoring him further.

The bald man didn't mind, and continued his search in the bar for a while, not finding any suitable prey. As this woman appeared so charming, he naturally wouldn't let her go.

"Beauty! Let's make friends, I'll buy you a drink, just choose whatever you want! It's on me!"

While saying this, the bald man placed his hand on the woman's shoulder.

"Get lost! You... all you men are no good!" The woman pushed away the bald man's hand, then picked up a glass of liquor from the bar and threw it right at him:

"Isn't it just for a fuck? Go home and do it with your mom!"

"Damn it!"

Caught off guard, the bald man got doused in liquor, especially as he saw all the nearby customers looking at him, he was furious:

"Stupid bitch! You're asking for it!"

As he said this, the bald man swung his hand, ready to hit the woman.

But before his hand could land, he suddenly felt a tight grip on it, and turning around, he saw it was held by a young man wearing a tattered T-shirt!

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