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Hearing Lin Yafei’s words, Chen Changwu took a deep breath, a faint smile once again appearing on his face to cover up the killing intent in his heart. "I’ve long heard that Master Lin has a sharp tongue. Seeing you today, your reputation is indeed well‑deserved. I concede defeat."

"Concede defeat?"

Lin Yafei heard Chen Changwu’s words, curled her lip in disdain, and said, "Don’t make yourself sound so lofty. In my eyes you’re just a dog. If I wanted to beat you to death it’d be effortless. Concede defeat? You think you’re even qualified to compare yourself to me?"

Hearing Lin Yafei’s undisguised mockery again, Chen Changwu’s face became wonderfully colorful in an instant, turning green then white, constantly shifting. The fury he’d been desperately suppressing in his heart also burst out like a breached flood in that moment, completely out of control, blazing up from his chest.

"What, Chen Changwu, you want to make a move on me?" After sensing Chen Changwu’s change, Lin Yafei narrowed her eyes and spoke.

When he heard Lin Yafei’s words, when he caught that half‑smile, half‑not look in her eyes, Chen Changwu felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over him from head to toe. The towering rage in his heart vanished without a trace in an instant. In Lin Yafei’s eyes he saw a sliver of bone‑piercing killing intent. That sliver of killing intent clearly told him that if he dared to make a move today, then today would be the day he died.

"Since you don’t dare make a move, then put that anger of yours away and behave, otherwise, I don’t mind having dog‑meat hotpot for lunch." Lin Yafei said in a flat, unruffled tone.

In truth, in the back of Lin Yafei’s mind she did want to kill Chen Changwu—but not now. If she wanted to completely cripple and destroy the Qingtian Alliance, she had to eliminate its strength step by step. Chen Changwu was nothing more than a puppet Tang Qingyun propped up in the open. If she killed Chen Changwu, Tang Qingyun only needed one sentence to prop up another Zhang Changwu, another Li Changwu. So whether she killed Chen Changwu or not was of no use to her; on the contrary, it would just dirty her hands.

"Chen Changwu, I’m not interested in this dog life of yours right now, so you’d better know your place. Otherwise, I don’t mind sending you on your way first."

After hearing Lin Yafei’s words, Chen Changwu took a deep breath and stared at Lin Yafei with a face full of venomous hatred.

Once all the disguises are stripped away, what’s revealed is that hideous, terrifying, true face, like an Evil Ghost.

At this moment, that was exactly what Chen Changwu was. The disguise was no longer of any use, so he might as well show his most genuine, most ferocious expression, the one that wanted nothing more than to tear Lin Yafei’s body into ten thousand pieces. That would at least feel a bit more relieving.

Then Chen Changwu took another deep breath, working hard to calm his somewhat furious mood, forcing himself to cool down, not to let his anger cloud his eyes. Otherwise, even if he didn’t die today, he’d be ruined for life; Lin Yafei would never show him any mercy.

Although that’s what he told himself in his heart, the vicious look and hatred on Chen Changwu’s face didn’t fade in the slightest and still sat there plainly.

After that, Chen Changwu turned his gaze to Lu Tianxing and greeted him, saying, "So Mr. Lu is here today as well. Just now my eyes were blind and failed to notice Mr. Lu. I hope Mr. Lu won’t take offense."

As he spoke, Chen Changwu gave Lu Tianxing a slight bow.

When he saw Chen Changwu’s action, the corners of Lu Tianxing’s mouth lifted slightly, a strange smile flashing across his lips. He understood very clearly: this move of Chen Changwu’s looked like he was apologizing to him, but in reality he was telling everyone around who knew him that he, Chen Changwu, wasn’t afraid of Lin Yafei—he was afraid of Lu Tianxing. Because Lu Tianxing was backing Lin Yafei, he was forced to bow his head.

Some of the people around who recognized Lin Yafei and Chen Changwu’s identities couldn’t help but turn their eyes to Lu Tianxing when they heard Chen Changwu’s words, then quickly shifted their gaze away. They didn’t want Lu Tianxing to misunderstand anything; otherwise, they wouldn’t even know how they died.

"Chen Changwu, don’t bother changing the subject. You think I need to rely on my man?"

After hearing Chen Changwu’s words, Lin Yafei’s lips curled in a scornful smile, as if she could see straight through Chen Changwu’s thoughts. She said coolly, "You’re just an ant in my eyes. Crushing you would be too easy. If I needed to rely on my man, do you think you could still be standing here chatting with me right now?"

At Lin Yafei’s words, a shadow flickered deep in Chen Changwu’s eyes. He forced a stiff smile and said, "Master Lin is indeed Master Lin. This time I, Chen Changwu, will admit defeat. But Master Lin, I hope you remember this: the clash between you and me has only just begun. I hope you won’t disappoint me."

"Heh heh, I definitely won’t disappoint you. On the contrary, I’ll let you clearly see exactly how you get crushed to death."

Lin Yafei’s tone remained calm and level. "Also, Chen Changwu, next time you see me, keep your distance. Otherwise, I’m really worried I won’t be able to resist slapping you to death. Of course, if you’re looking to die, just say the word. I can send you off with a fine willow‑wood coffin, free of charge."

Chen Changwu’s face turned even uglier, his expression as dark as it could possibly get.

"Don’t look at me with that expression, or I won’t mind butchering you."

A cold smile spread across Lin Yafei’s face. "You know why I didn’t kill you when I ran into you? Because I don’t think there’s any need to kill you at all. In my eyes, you’re a dispensable person. After all, killing you won’t deal any real blow to Tang Qingyun. He can find another Zhang Changwu, Li Changwu, or Wang Changwu any time he likes. So, Chen Changwu, you think you’re number one under heaven, but in reality you’re just a chess piece—a pitiful, pathetic chess piece at that. Yet you still want to hop around everywhere like a grasshopper. Just don’t end up falling to your death with no one even bothering to collect your corpse."

What does it mean to insult someone without using a single swear word? This was exactly that—every sentence hitting the mark, ruthlessly rubbing salt into Chen Changwu’s wounds.

Right now, the word Chen Changwu cared about most was "puppet." He was just a puppet. If he died, he wouldn’t stir up even a ripple in Tang Qingyun’s heart. With just one sentence from Tang Qingyun, the next Alliance Hierarch of the Qingtian Alliance could be propped up, and the whole process might only take a few seconds.

Chen Changwu’s face was so dark it was practically dripping water. His voice carried a trace of suppressed rage and savagery. "Lin Yafei, you..."

"What, you actually dare to make a move on me?"

Lin Yafei held her head high like an arrogant peacock, looking down at Chen Changwu from on high. "If you want to fight me, then do it now. If you don’t, then get lost."