In the car, Fang Yuying inadvertently glanced through the window and saw the silver needle in Fang Yi’s hand. On her beautiful and charming face, a hint of surprise appeared as she murmured to herself, "The Thirteen Yin Needles?!"
Fang Yuying controlled her emotions well, feeling surprised, but quickly coming to her senses with a flirtatious smile on her lips.
Indeed, it was not surprising that her brother Fang Yi knew the Thirteen Yin Needles technique, even though only the old man could use it, and it was his signature secret technique. Apart from him, no one else could use it, but it was perfectly normal for little Fang Yi to do so.
He was very clever, well-suited to her tastes, and the brother she deeply adored. Even though he had been so naive and ignorant as a child, it didn’t mean he wasn’t intelligent.
"Sister, hug hug." The image of little Fang Yi with his arms wide open came to her mind, his adorable and innocent look was something Fang Yuying believed she would never forget in her life.
Although she was somewhat annoyed with the younger Fang Yi for not being more spirited, and how everyone in the family could bully him, wasn’t that the quality she adored in her brother? He was the only one who could make her worry so much.
The last time she hugged little Fang Yi was the final embrace between Fang Yuying and him.
On that rainy night, when the rain poured down, little Fang Yi disappeared from home, and Fang Yuying couldn’t erase it from her memory.
Without realizing it, Fang Yuying’s thoughts drifted off, and Bai Jingjing, sitting next to her, saw the woman lost in thought. She was very curious, what could be on the mind of this woman called Fang Yuying, this man’s sister, to make her so engrossed?
"Damn, that was exhausting." After inserting the last silver needle and then taking it back, Fang Yi wiped the sweat from his face.
At this moment, Yang Dingfeng, leaning against the car body, had a distorted face, but from his wide-open eyes, it was apparent that he had not yet passed out from the pain.
The Thirteen Yin Needles were the old man’s signature secret technique that he had taught Fang Yi, who could now only use the first few needles.
This technique was not only for healing but also for killing, especially for torturing. The Thirteen Yin Needles were definitely the most useful, even more so than other excruciating techniques like Burning Fire Mountain or Heart-Piercing Chill.
After taking a sigh of relief, Fang Yi lit another cigarette, and at that moment, the blood-covered Yang Dingfeng managed to speak with difficulty, "You... what have you... done to me?!"
Fang Yi took a deep drag of smoke and exhaled, laughing, "What else could it be, I’ve simply set a trap for you, Alliance Hierarch Yang. I’m giving you half a month to think about it. As long as you are willing to pledge allegiance to me, you won’t have to die. But if you refuse, in half a month, you will die a painful death, and I can assure you, no one will know it was me who killed you."
Killing without a trace, the Thirteen Yin Needles may not kill in one hit but can certainly bring the greatest terror to an enemy.
What is the greatest fear in life? It is death, but what is more terrifying than death is knowing you’re going to die, when you’re going to die, and being unable to do anything about it; this fear is worse than death itself.
"I... will never... let you off!" Yang Dingfeng’s voice was hoarse, his face full of anger but also fear.
"Hehe, the victor is king, and the vanquished are bandits. You should have realized this long ago," Fang Yi said.
Turning around, Fang Yi didn’t pay any more attention to Yang Dingfeng, but the life and death of Dingfeng were now in Fang Yi’s hands, to do with as he pleased.
At this point, the battle between Meng Wei and the race car driver had reached a fever pitch. Fang Yi could no longer just watch and joined the fight. The Human Level Fourth Stage racer was knocked to the ground by a single punch from Fang Yi, with almost no resistance.
Meng Wei’s eyes were filled with shock as he thought to himself, "This must be the true Eight Extremes Fist."
The racer spat out blood, looking at Fang Yi with both fear and anger in his eyes, but his confidence had been shattered by Fang Yi’s punch just now, leaving him with no strength to fight.
"Meng Wei, go start that sports sedan." Fang Yi said to Meng Wei, then turned to open the car door and stepped into the red Audi sports car, immediately feeling a wave of fragrance upon entering.
Then a slender arm wrapped around Fang Yi’s neck from behind the seat, saying, "Tell big sis, was that the Thirteen Yin Needles you used just now?"
Even though it was the old man’s secret technique, there was nothing worth hiding.
But Fang Yuying only responded with an "Oh" and did not probe any deeper.
Yet, the intimate gesture between the two left Bai Jingjing dumbfounded. Were they really just siblings?
Could it be that they were...
Suddenly, Bai Jingjing thought of a possibility that made her too scared to continue her train of thought.
"Hey! Jingjing, what are you thinking about?" Fang Yi asked with a smile, after starting the car.
"No... nothing." Bai Jingjing hurriedly shook her head.
"Really? But I know what you’re thinking about," Fang Yuying said with a mischievous smile, leaning in closer.
In a hushed voice, Fang Yuying whispered, "Jingjing, actually I have a brother complex."
Bai Jingjing exclaimed in surprise, "But... but you two..."
Fang Yuying sighed softly and said, "Indeed, entering the noble class is like diving into the deep sea, the gaze of the public is so intimidating."
Bai Jingjing fell silent, seemingly affected, a sad tint to her expression.
But in the next instant, Fang Yuying could not hold back her chuckle, and with a snort, she burst into laughter.
"Look at you, hahaha, you’ve been fooled." Fang Yuying laughed triumphantly, her laughter wild.
Fang Yi, seated in the front, did not know whether to laugh or cry. He did not join in the conversation between the two women, but through the rearview mirror, he saw Fang Yuying laughing carelessly, with no regard for her appearance. A sense of loss suddenly welled up in his heart.
How long could such days last? Ten days, half a month, a month?
Fang Yi suddenly felt a heavy pressure bearing down on him.
With about half a month until the start of the Five Alliances Conference, Fang Yi planned to train his dozens of subordinates to a certain level within this half month. In other words, they needed to show some progress.
The training ground arranged by Bai Jingjing was in the suburbs, actually part of an agritainment farm, but a large area was exclusively set aside and the two spaces did not interfere with each other.
In the vast field, ten people were squatting, and Yao Bo’s rough voice thundered like a clap of thunder.
"Put some damn spirit into it! Anyone who can’t stick it out for a thousand squats, forget about getting that cash, just get the hell out and give the money you would’ve earned to me."
Yao Bo not only stood with his hands behind his back but also squatted alongside the ten men. Compared to the rest, who were extremely fatigued, Yao Bo did them with ease, seemingly without difficulty.
Surrounded by a forest, the open space here was buzzing with an unusually lively atmosphere.
In this world, besides beauties and power, what men desire the most is money.
It could be said that money is a man’s medicine, the best stimulus for unlocking their potential.
Meanwhile, on the outside of the training area, Fang Yuying leaned against a tree and nodded in approval, saying, "Hmm, not bad."