Chapter 23: More Money Needed

“Sis, brother-in-law, you’re finally back.”

When Ye Yan and Feng Shayen returned to Tianxia Tower, they saw Feng Xingtong waiting at the entrance.

As soon as they met, Feng Xingtong hurried over.

“Xingxing, how’s the situation?” Feng Shayen asked impatiently as soon as she saw her.

“I don’t know. The intruder has knocked down all the officers and should be almost at the top floor.”

“The top floor…” Feng Shayen was startled, then hurriedly asked, “Do you know who the intruder is? How many came? What’s the status of our people, any casualties?” She spoke as she walked.

“I don’t know who she is, but there’s only one person, and she’s a woman. It looks like she’s here for Zhang Chulan… The officers are all injured, but fortunately, she didn’t use excessive force,” Feng Xingtong replied haltingly.

“One person, a woman, here for Zhang Chulan?” Feng Shayen was stunned, as if something occurred to her.

Ye Yan simply followed quietly, not interrupting with extra questions. When it came to handling these sorts of matters, Feng Shayen was clearly more experienced.

As they spoke, the three entered the lobby. Once inside, they were shocked by the chaos—what was once a gleaming, immaculate hall now looked as if it had been ransacked, debris scattered everywhere.

“Damn it…” Feng Shayen clenched her fists, as if she’d been deeply insulted. She quickly turned to Feng Xingtong and instructed,

“Xingxing, take care of things here. Evacuate the civilians, and treat the wounded as quickly as possible. Ye Yan and I will go up to check on that lunatic woman. We’ll meet at the top floor…”

Feng Shayen tossed her bag to Feng Xingtong, flexed her wrists, and began issuing commands with practiced calm, making sure the situation didn’t spiral out of control.

“Okay, sis,” Feng Xingtong replied obediently, watching the two head upstairs before beginning to care for the injured.

…

Inside the elevator!

Ye Yan glanced at Feng Shayen, whose eyes were dark and brooding. He casually lit a cigarette, but before he could take a couple of drags, she snatched it away and stomped it out.

“No smoking in public places,” she snapped, glaring at him with clear annoyance.

Ye Yan scratched his head awkwardly. “Hey, little sis, if you’re angry, don’t take it out on me.”

“The cigarette’s innocent, you know.”

Ye Yan was helpless, hit by her random outburst.

“Hmph!”

Feng Shayen lifted her chin, ignoring him.

After a moment’s thought, Ye Yan asked, “Do you think the one who came this time could be Feng Baobao?”

Zhang Chulan was a newcomer to the world of the extraordinary, and few people knew him—let alone someone who fit the description. Turning it over in his mind, Ye Yan could only think of Feng Baobao as the likely visitor.

“Who else could it be?” Feng Shayen replied with clear displeasure, cracking her knuckles with a look of fierce determination, as if she wanted nothing more than to pin Feng Baobao to the ground and rub her face in defeat.

Ye Yan was curious. “Hey, do you and Feng Baobao really not get along?”

From what he’d seen since meeting Feng Shayen, any mention of Feng Baobao made her bristle like an angry cat.

A classic case of like poles repelling one another.

But she knew Feng Baobao pretty well.

This left Ye Yan thoroughly confused about their relationship.

“Not get along?” Feng Shayen scoffed. “That woman beat me once—she’s my lifelong rival. Someday, I’ll defeat her so thoroughly that everyone outside will know I, Feng Shayen, am the strongest young woman of this generation…”

Her gaze grew fervent as she spoke.

Ye Yan: “…”

He discreetly stepped back two paces, not daring to respond; this woman was a bit obsessive.

Thankfully, the elevator arrived just in time, breaking the mounting tension and saving Ye Yan.

The elevator stopped at the 27th floor.

As the metal doors slowly parted, Ye Yan, always quick-eyed, glimpsed Chang Wei being beaten… No, it was Feng Baobao beating Chang Wei.

Actually, it was Master Jia she was beating.

Her high heels whirled nimbly, raining blows on Jia Zhengyu’s head until it was covered in lumps, his two messy tufts of hair sticking out comically.

Feng Baobao didn’t look much better; her purple dress was stained with blood—some hers, some others’.

The moment she saw Feng Baobao, Feng Shayen charged in without hesitation, unleashing her signature move, “Hundred-Step Fist.” In an instant, layered fist shadows enveloped Feng Baobao.

As Feng Shayen threw her punch, Feng Baobao sensed it; with Master Jia in front and Feng Shayen attacking at full force from