Chapter Ninety-Eight: A Visit

"The target is currently at the Home Inn on the front mountain, room 0315. There are four of them staying together in total." It turned out that although Xu Si didn't look very reliable, he was exceptionally capable when it came to getting things done. In less than ten minutes, the information on the people in the photo was dug up, including their disguised ages, relationships, and a whole series of other details. It was thorough down to the minutest detail. "Good." Ye Yan typed out a reply. But before his message could even be sent, a new message from Xu Si popped up first. "Need any help?" "No need. It's just a minor matter, I'll handle it myself. You guys just focus on your own business. By the way, what's the situation with Bao'er? How much of their opponent's abilities has she probed?" Having been called out by Lü Liang, Ye Yan missed the chance to watch Feng Baobao and Zhang Lingyu's match in person. "Just the usual. How could anyone who becomes a dark horse on Longhu Mountain be a simple character? This guy's Thunder Method is so condensed it's practically monstrous." Xu Si sent a sighing emoji. "However, although this guy's Thunder Method is fierce, Bao'er says he seems to have some emotional fluctuations. If she wants to win, she'll have to start by exploiting that." "...Yeah." Ye Yan nodded, saying nothing more. Getting Zhang Chulan into the finals was already the absolute bottom line. If he were to truly interfere in the finals, it would be going too far. The Heavenly Master wouldn't just stand by and let the position of Heavenly Master of Longhu Mountain fall into the hands of others. ... ... Longhu Mountain, Home Inn branch. Sitting in his room, holding an erotic magazine, Bian Min couldn't help but sneeze. "Fatty Bian, caught a cold?" Hearing the sneeze, a little blond guy holding a game controller nearby turned his head and asked. "How could an Inhuman catch a cold?" The disguised Fatty Bian sneered disdainfully, picking his nose with his pinky finger as he spoke. "True..." No sooner had the blond guy finished his sentence than another voice chimed in from the other side, scoffing, "What cold? I think he's just completely pent up. It's been days since he went out to blow off some steam." Eight out of ten people who join Quanxing have some sort of weird fetish. Fatty Bian's particular fetish was playing with women, specifically choosing respectable married women. After venting his desires, he would brutally torture and kill them to satisfy his inner lust. Hearing this, Bian Min couldn't help but scratch his crotch and curse with a laugh, "You don't say. That slutty bitch Xia He is truly fucking bizarre. Even after turning into a man, she can still get my blood pumping." "I really fucking want to pin that bitch to the ground and get off a couple of times. That feeling would probably be out of this world." Hearing this, Tu Junfang, who was eating sweet rice balls nearby, suddenly looked up and glanced at Bian Min. "If you really can't hold it in, there's a foot massage parlor next door. Spend some money to blow off some steam. If that's not enough, I can conjure up a Three Corpse for you to play with however you like." "But I'd advise you not to set your sights on that woman. Better yet, don't even talk about her. Some people are incredibly petty, and you might end up getting yourself killed." Tu Junfang's advice was quite earnest, but Bian Min clearly didn't take it to heart. "I just don't believe that freakish bitch can turn the world upside down." Tu Junfang just smiled and said nothing. Compared to the others in Quanxing, he clearly knew a few things that others didn't. Especially regarding Ye Yan. Ever since they crossed paths, he had found him increasingly terrifying... and he had no desire to provoke him. However, he had already said his piece. Whether Bian Min listened or not was his own business. Anyway, if something really went wrong in the end, it would have nothing to do with him, Tu Junfang. It would all be the result of Fatty Bian courting disaster himself. He could blame no one else. ... ... Night fell. Home Inn, Room 0315. The long corridor was eerily silent, without a single soul in sight. Dressed in a black windbreaker, wearing a peaked cap and a mask, Ye Yan stepped softly on the plush carpet and stopped in front of the room at the corner of the corridor. Looking up, the conspicuous room number 0315 came into view—this was the destination of his trip. Glancing around to confirm that the ordinary people in the building had been cleared out, and that the surveillance cameras had long been shut down under Xu Si's arrangement, Ye Yan boldly summoned his six Banner Spirits. "Ma Laowu, you and the Tide-Summoning Flood Dragon guard the elevator. Mo Li Zha and Wind-Following Ear, you two are in charge of the stairs. Jin Er Peng, keep an eye on the surroundings." "Golden Tongue, you're with me." Before the official operation began, Ye Yan assigned tasks to the Banner Spirits one by one. However, he only summoned six of them, leaving out Lu Dashan. For a physically massive spirit like Lu Dashan, a room and this narrow corridor would be nothing but a grueling close-quarters battle. So, Ye Yan didn't summon him, mainly because any damage to the building would mean he'd have to pay compensation. Having done all this, Ye Yan raised his hand and gently knocked on the door twice. "Knock, knock." "Who is it?" A voice responded from inside the room, sounding like a burly man. Ye Yan deliberately lowered his voice: "Hotel staff. Changing the bedsheets." "Oh." The man had no guard up and casually opened the door. But before he could even see what the person outside looked like, a big, black, thick, and hard object rapidly expanded in his vision. With a loud bang, the Soul-Shaking Hammer slammed heavily into his forehead. The "One-Moment Hammer" activated. The tall and burly man didn't even have a chance to react before his legs gave out and his mouth twisted. He collapsed to the ground with a heavy thud. Ye Yan ignored the collapsed man, simply kicking him out of the way and rushing into the room with the Golden Snake Lord. "Who's there?" The noise outside wasn't loud, but for the Inhumans, it was certainly not insignificant. The few Quanxing members inside the room immediately grabbed their weapons in alert, thinking their whereabouts had been exposed and that people from Longhu Mountain had come knocking. Aside from the burly man who had fainted, there were four other people in the room, all staring with extreme vigilance at this sudden intruder. Ye Yan swept his gaze across the room, memorizing their faces in general. However, his eyes ultimately landed on Fatty Bian in the corner. The guy was wearing a tank top, big shorts, and flip-flops. He was standing in the corner of the room, staring blankly at Ye Yan with a bewildered and somewhat at-a-loss expression. "You, you, you... all get the hell out of here. Bian Min stays. I don't want to cause you any trouble today." "I'm giving you five seconds. Get out." Ye Yan pointed at everyone except Bian Min, issuing a blunt eviction order. He had absolutely no interest in anyone other than Fatty Bian. "Screw you, who the hell are you?" Everyone in the room besides Ye Yan was from Quanxing, and they all had a bit of a violent temper. Ye Yan's nearly arrogant words naturally caused a lot of dissatisfaction among them, making their tempers flare up. Only the young man with dark circles and a buzz cut, who had been squatting in the toilet reading a newspaper, pulled up his pants, flushed the toilet, and walked out of the room without a word, leaving the remaining few exchanging bewildered glances.