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In the underground parking lot of the Monarch Hotel.

Ye Zheng drove a Volkswagen that he borrowed from the Margo and slowly parked in front of the car.

Margo strongly requested to give him a BMW or Mercedes-Benz, but Ye Zheng rejected it. He only chose an ordinary Volkswagen and even declared that it was "borrowed".

He did not want to owe anyone anything, nor did he want to be too high-profile.

No matter how luxurious the hotel was, the underground parking lot was bound to be cold and humid.

It was already late, so Ye Zheng was preparing to rest in the room.

He got out of the car and locked the door. Just as he was about to head towards the elevator, the lights of an off-road car stopped in front of him.

Ye Zheng sensed that the person who was coming was not friendly, so he stopped in his tracks.

"Ye Zheng?"

a man's voice asked.

Just then, the car lights went out, and under the light of the roof lamp of the underground car park, Ye Zheng saw a man wearing a black suit standing in front of him.

"What can I do for you?"

Ye Zheng asked with a smile.

The man didn't answer. He suddenly rushed forward like lightning. His left fist moved like the wind, and his right palm swept across the air. The moment he got close, he immediately launched a deadly attack.

Ye Zheng did not dare to be negligent, his figure flashed, and at the same time, he made his counterattack, throwing out a short and powerful punch.

Their bodies intersected. "Bang!"

With a muffled sound, fist and palm collided in a split-second. They both took a few steps forward before stopping.

A small part of Ye Zheng's suit was damaged, revealing a white shirt underneath.

"Very good."

Ye Zheng praised.

The man did not answer, but kneaded his body and went back on his feet. With two consecutive punches, disrupting Ye Zheng's judgement, he kicked Ye Zheng's lower leg.

Ye Zheng was startled: "Kick!"

In the end, he was able to break more than ten bricks with the tip of his foot. If he was hit by a move from a small leg bone, even if it didn't break, it would still be painful to the bone.

Relying on his nimble sliding steps, Ye Zheng dodged this attack, at the same time punching the man in the abdomen.

The man staggered two steps to stabilize his body. He felt as if his body was in a mess and he was about to vomit.

This person's personality was quite stubborn. He forcefully endured it and didn't say a word.

Just now, after two moves, he had grabbed Ye Zheng's clothes, but his lower abdomen was also struck by Ye Zheng's extremely small fist. Although he did not fall down immediately, he felt extremely uncomfortable afterwards.

If Ye Zheng took advantage of this and pursued his, there was simply no possibility of his turning the tables around.

"Why are you looking for me?"

Ye Zheng asked.

He could already see that this man's intention was to test his martial arts skills. He didn't have any intention to hurt others, so he only used four points of strength to attack.

The SUV's doors opened and a man in his fifties shakily walked out with the support of two bodyguards, and praised: "As expected of Ye Zheng. Do you still want to try his martial arts? "

The man took a deep breath to calm himself down. Only then was he able to ease up his vomiting feeling. He respectfully said, "I admit defeat. I don't dare to try again."

"Xiao Qingyun?"

Ye Zheng was a little shocked.

The old man walked to Ye Zheng, who was surprisingly the father of the siblings, Xiao Qingyun and Xiao Funan.

However, his aged and haggard appearance was truly beyond Ye Zheng's expectations.

"My new bodyguard: Jiang Sheng, learned how to use a small fist technique from the south."

The old man pointed at the man who was fighting with Ye Zheng and introduced him: "Not bad, right?"

"That's right."

Ye Zheng nodded, what he said was the truth.

"Now, let me and Mr. Ye stay alone for a while."

Xiao Qingyun instructed the bodyguards.

"Director Xiao, you …"

Jiang Sheng was worried that Ye Zheng wouldn't be able to rest easy.

Xiao Qingyun waved her hand, signalling for them to return to the carriage.

The bodyguards didn't dare to disobey the old man's orders, so they could only obey.

Right now, only Ye Zheng and Xiao Qingyun were standing face to face in the middle of the arena.

"You're much older than you were a few months ago."

Ye Zheng said.

"Any father who loses his daughter will not be very energetic."

Xiao Qingyun's voice trembled slightly.

"I'm sorry."

Ye Zheng said.

At this moment, Ye Zheng's heart was filled with mixed emotions: Does this old man know that the little girl that he thought of as obedient and kind is actually a poisonous dragon that bared its fangs and brandished its claws?

"Can you tell me the truth?"

Xiao Qingyun looked up into Ye Zheng's eyes: "On that day, on the Qiongdingdao, what exactly happened? Is she dead? "

Ye Zheng did not reply. He was struggling mentally: Could you tell this old man Xiao Chuhuan's true identity?

Was his body and spirit able to withstand such a heavy blow?

Xiao Qingyun spoke again, "I know Chu Huan. Because of her mother, she hates me and even wants to ruin me. "But she's my flesh and blood …"

As he said till here, a few murky tears flowed down from the corner of Xiao Qingyun's eyes.

"What do you know about your daughter?"

Ye Zheng's tone became stern.

"No less than you."

Xiao Qingyun wiped her tears and looked straight into Ye Zheng's eyes.

Ye Zheng nodded his head: Since the words have come to this, there is no need to point it out clearly.

"As a father, I beg of you."

Xiao Qingyun said, "If Chu Huan is already dead, please tell me her cause of death. If possible, tell me where her bones are.

In that moment, Ye Zheng almost blurted out "Xiao Chuhuan is still alive".

But he held back.

After remaining silent for a dozen or so seconds, he told Xiao Qingyun, "Wait for my news in three days."

"Thank you."

Xiao Qingyun's face seemed to have recovered part of her spirit.

He knew that Ye Zheng always kept his words and never lied.

Ye Zheng turned his body and walked towards his own car.

"Hide!"

In the bar, the lighting was dim and there were few customers.

The decorations here were very old and there were no outlandish singing or dancing performances, so it was unable to attract rich guests.

The sound system of the bar didn't play the slobbering song and dance on the rotten street, but instead played the melodious saxophone, looking relaxed and comfortable.

The bartender wore a dark green uniform. He stood behind the counter, busily mixing the various drinks.

In the cabinet behind him, there were all kinds of wine and cups.

Although this bar was unremarkable, the wine and drinks inside it were truly top-quality goods.

Ye Zheng walked in, and directly walked to the bartender's counter, sat down, and placed both his arms on the counter.

The bartender looked at him for a moment, then lowered his head and focused on the job. He only spoke in a light voice. "You're here?"

It was this inconspicuous bartender who, three months ago, led a mysterious army, armed with automatic weapons, from the helicopter to Palm.

On the roof of the hotel, they took Gao Xiaowen and her companions away, and captured the "Dark Blade" alive.

The only remaining member, Xiao Chuhuan!

But now, he had restrained his edge. His face was calm and serene, as if he was just an ordinary bar employee.

"I want to see Gao Xiaowen and Xiao Chuhuan."

Ye Zheng went straight to the point.