"Instructor, at such a sentimental and serious occasion, can you not drop the ball?"

"What does 'drop the ball' mean?" Long Wuhui asked, puzzled.

"…There's a generation gap; it's hard to have a deep conversation."

Long Wuhui rolled his eyes in annoyance and kicked Lin Hai again, "No respect for elders. I'm stuck with you now. It's not embarrassing to admit it since all the old brothers are dead. If anyone wants to laugh, they can wait until I'm six feet under."

Everyone fell into silence.

The old instructor's tone was relaxed, but the underlying sorrow was heart-wrenchingly sad.

"Lin Lengzi, help me inquire where our brothers were buried after they died. I haven't really had the time to visit them over the years," Long Wuhui said.

Lin Hai was walking along when he stopped short. The brothers from back then... Yes, it had been so many years since they passed. Now that he was back, he needed to pay his respects and check if they had any relatives left. If so, he should provide some care for them.

Perhaps influenced by Long Wuhui's emotions, both Queen Qi and Ruoshuang eagerly volunteered.

Ruoshuang said, "Don't worry, Uncle Instructor. My cousin has some connections in Huadu, and we'll definitely be able to mobilize and find the cemetery where your old comrades rest."

"I'll also try to find some helpful leads through the police," Queen Qi said.

Long Wuhui nodded gratefully and patted Lin Hai's shoulder, "Lin Lengzi, you've got two good wives there. That's a real blessing."

Lin Hai rolled his eyes helplessly. He didn't believe that the old instructor couldn't see the relationship between the two women and himself.

Queen Qi and Ruoshuang, however, blushed unexpectedly. After all, to them, words from a respected elder like the instructor carried an "authoritative" weight.

"Let's go back to the villa. Don't ditch the barbecue cart; we can have barbecues in the villa's yard in the future." Lin Hai said with a smile as he pushed the barbecue cart.

Ten minutes later, a Volkswagen Passat stopped at the entrance of the alley they had been in earlier.

Qiu Yu got out of the car, his face still plastered with band-aids, but his injuries had mostly healed.

He stepped into the alley with a grim face.

Seeing the skinny man embedded in the wall, Qiu Yu's anger grew even fiercer, and with a punch, he smashed a huge hole in the wall.

"You're here, sir." the skinny man, weak beyond measure, lifted his eyelids and spoke with difficulty, coughing up blood as he did.

"Was it Lin Hai who injured you?" Qiu Yu asked thoughtfully.

"No, an old limp man. He said he was Lin Hai's instructor, cough cough cough..."

"Damn it, you let a disabled man beat you to this extent? You're a disgrace to Yanhuang Soul," Qiu Yu cursed through clenched teeth.

The skinny man felt a searing pain on his face, and knew that after this, he'd be finished in Yanhuang Soul.

"Who is this person? As far as I know, there are not many disabled experts. One trains the Zhongnanhe bodyguards in the Inner Palace, and there's another who has a lame leg but might not be your match," Qiu Yu asked.

"The man claimed to be an instructor from Dragon Tooth Special Forces, named Long Wuhui. I thought he was just selling kebabs; who would've expected..."

"Didn't expect him to be that strong, right? Humph, Chuanshan Jia, you've truly disappointed me."

Qiu Yu shook his head.

The skinny man's codename was Chuanshan Jia, and at this point, he was indeed nearly "through the wall," albeit from being beaten to a pulp.

"By the way, did that Long Wuhui use the Heavenly Creation Finger? Or Divine Shadow Eight Steps?"

Chuanshan Jia shook his head.

"What was the style of his handiwork?"

Qiu Yu pressed on.

Chuanshan Jia let out a wry smile: "The opponent only defended once with military boxing."

"What?! Military boxing! That's just for show; it has no real combat effectiveness. Are you sure you weren't seeing things?" Qiu Yu's eyes widened in disbelief. The fact that his reliable henchman got taken down by military boxing was laughable.

"It really was military boxing. The opponent's legwork was also quite simple, just the most basic fighting techniques used in the military." Having said that, Chuanshan Jia felt like he wanted to slit his own throat.

Qiu Yu was speechless to the extreme, so aggrieved that he felt like spitting blood. He found that anyone associated with King Yan seemed to be able to slap his face hard with humiliation.

Last time, his Heavenly Dragon Cutting Veins technique lost to King Yan, and this time, Chuanshan Jia's simplified version of the Cutting Veins technique lost to an Old Limp Man who only knew military boxing.

He felt too embarrassed to even report this to Lord Tianlong.

"Go back and treat your wounds first. You should leave Huadu immediately, or I'm worried King Yan will come looking for trouble."

After hearing Qiu Yu's words, Chuanshan Jia was scared out of his wits. He had initially wanted to ask Lord Qiu Yu for help in seeking revenge, but the moment he heard the word "King Yan," that thought completely vanished.

Although Qiu Yu never explicitly stated it, Chuanshan Jia clearly understood that when he found Qiu Yu in the abandoned factory, he was almost beaten to a pulp, and it all seemed to be the doing of King Yan.

With a figure like King Yan, Chuanshan Jia wouldn't dare to provoke him even if he was killed.

"I will treat your wounds tonight, and you should return to Yanjing immediately."

Qiu Yu took Chuanshan Jia off the wall and carried him into the car.

"My lord, what about you?"

"I'm about to infiltrate the Youming Ya Group and figure out how to control Ouyang Xiaoya. I can only stay in Huadu for now." Qiu Yu said this with a feeling of helplessness in his heart.

He knew that if it wasn't for King Yan still having some regard for the Yanhuang Soul, he would have been killed long ago.

Just thinking of King Yan made Qiu Yu feel stifled.

On the other side...

Returning to the villa, Lin Hai voluntarily gave up his bedroom to Long Wuhui, while he himself, with blanket in arms, prepared to sleep on the sofa.

After hearing about Long Wuhui's ordeal, Ouyang Xiaoya immediately stated that the Youming Ya Group would welcome the old instructor to join their ranks, with exceptional benefits.

At that moment on the sofa, Long Wuhui was still a bit shell-shocked. Ouyang Xiaoya, the icy beauty; Queen Qi, the fierce policewoman; and Ruoshuang, the pure college beauty—any of these three girls could attract countless men, yet now they were actually living together with Lin Lengzi.

"Lin Lengzi, are these three your wives?"

Lin Hai had just taken a sip of tea and almost spat it out, hurrying to meet the questioning looks of the three women.

Just as he was about to explain, nineteen from the Thirteen Butterfly, with her exaggeratedly huge "patience", swayed in carrying desserts.

"Ooh, it's time for dessert, everyone." Nineteen said sweetly, casting a flirty glance at Lin Hai while doing so.

Long Wuhui, witnessing this scene, went from surprised to shocked: "You, you actually have four wives."

Then, Liu Piaopiao also happened to come back.

"I'm so tired. Why is it that only we special police have to work overtime? Boo hoo."

"Huh? There's dessert, you beast, save me a piece. I'll come eat after I take a quick shower." Liu Piaopiao said.

From shocked, Long Wuhui moved on to disbelief: "Five..."

Lin Hai and others like Ouyang Xiaoya couldn't help but twitch at this misunderstanding of the instructor.

"Sisters, let's eat dessert."

Nineteen walked out from the kitchen again with a bunch of desserts.

Next, the other girls of Thirteen Butterfly emerged from hidden spots around the house.

Looking at the room full of exquisite beauties, Long Wuhui felt completely done for.

He took a deep breath and almost blankly asked Lin Hai, "All these, they're all your wives?"

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