009, which one of you two has a higher chance of winning?

Li Mochan furrowed his brows, a frostiness growing in his eyes.

He strode forward with long steps and stopped at the corner of the wall, bending over to pick up the hat the "young man" had left behind.

On inspection, the black hat was utterly plain.

"Damn it, truly despicable for using poison," Wei Bei's voice, grinding of teeth with anger, sounded from behind.

"If you can't beat the master, then you resort to such underhanded tactics."

No wonder he was so confident; he had an ace up his sleeve after all.

Wei Nan brought over his medical kit, hurriedly searched for a bottle, and handed out a pill to each person, saying with a steady voice, "The drug used by that person is non-toxic, it only causes temporary complete weakness."

After speaking, he took a pill and walked over to Li Mochan.

"Wei Dong, how did you encounter that masked youth?" Wei Bei, supporting himself on the sofa, turned his head to look at Wei Dong.

Wei Dong took the pill and swallowed, the feeling of weakness slightly abating, "I parked the car and entered the courtyard, just in time to bump into him,"

He almost managed to escape at the doorway, if not for the pack of wolfhounds from Mo Garden delaying him for some time.

Wei Bei, "Did you exchange blows with him?"

Wei Dong nodded, his expression grave.

"Which of you two had the higher odds of winning?"

"Him."

The overwhelming aura of the youth was not something ordinary people could possess.

Especially that fierce and vicious fighting style.

Even he might not necessarily be able to win.

Hearing that, Wei Bei's face darkened even more.

This masked youth truly was the first person to escape from their master's hands.

What exactly was his purpose for coming to Mo Garden?

In the still of the night, the bathroom door was lit.

On the washstand, a pile of black clothes was carelessly stacked, and under the light, the black mask gleamed with a metallic luster.

She pulled back the shower curtain, Ye Jiuliang changed into a loose pajama.

She raised her hand to her ear, gently peeling off the thin layer of the prosthetic mask, took a black bag from beside her, and stuffed clothes and the mask into it.

She stepped out, tossed the bag into the wardrobe and then closed the door.

Ye Jiuliang walked back to her bed, lay down, and closed her eyes, an excessively delicate face unconsciously taking shape in her mind.

And those deep eyes, bottomless, revealing no hint of his emotions, sinisterly beautiful and dangerous.

She turned over, a faint curve appearing on the corner of her lips.

Seeing that frosty face express anger would probably be rather interesting.

...

Apart from Ye Jiuliang, Ye Miao was the only one in the Ye Family still attending school.

Even though he was a bit of a dandy, under Ye Yu's guidance, he never dared to neglect his studies.

"Amiao, are you up?"

Ye Yu knocked twice and asked softly.

"Come in."

Ye Miao's voice came from inside, and Ye Yu pushed the door and entered.

She looked up to see that Ye Miao had already changed into his school uniform.

The white shirt made him look tall and upright, a hint of satisfaction flashed through her eyes.

So what if she was divorced? She still raised her son to have accomplishments.

"Mom, did you want to see me for something?" Ye Miao turned around and saw his mother staring at him, puzzled.

Ye Yu closed the door and walked over to him.

"Amiao, Ye Jiuliang is also starting school today. Remember, do not provoke or pick a fight with her. Your grandfather has always felt a bit of pity and guilt toward Ye Jiuliang because of your uncle's death. If you get into a dispute with her, your grandfather will only side with her." She took his wrist and advised carefully.

"There are other reasons I can't clearly explain to you right now. Just remember, even if you can't get along with Ye Jiuliang peacefully, don't get involved in her affairs. As for the reason, you'll find out later."

The more Ye Miao listened, the more confused he became. Before he could ask why, Ye Yu hastily ended the conversation, "Alright, it's getting late. You should hurry up and have breakfast, then head to school."

She patted his hand and then turned to leave the room.

Watching her retreating figure vanish at the door, Ye Miao frowned.

What could possibly make his mother so wary of that jinx Ye Jiuliang?

The bright dining room felt somewhat deserted.

Apart from the Ye patriarch and Ye Miao, the others had gone out early.

"Aren, is Jiuliang not up yet?" The Ye patriarch asked with his glasses perched on his nose, glancing up from the newspaper.

"I've sent the servants to call her..." Aren had just started to speak when he raised his head and saw someone approaching, halting mid-sentence.

"Grandfather."

Ye Jiuliang called out indifferently and pulled out a chair to sit down.

The Ye patriarch closed his newspaper and looked up at her. Catching sight of her clothes, his brows furrowed.

"Why haven't you put on your uniform?"

Ye Jiuliang's gaze swept towards Ye Miao sitting diagonally across, her expression momentarily cautious, "I think this uniform suits me better."

She'd rather not wear the girls' uniform set.

Having spent so many years abroad, she was used to wearing the same uniform as the boys.

Aren unconsciously looked towards the Ye patriarch, who nodded slightly, his hoarse voice conceding, "Let her be."

Aren, "Yes."

The uniform issue resolved, and since it was Ye Jiuliang's first day of school, the Ye patriarch, not feeling reassured, still had Aren accompany her there.

Ye Miao, however, drove himself. As he passed by Ye Jiuliang, he lowered the car window and gave a cold, ambiguous snort in her direction.

Unfortunately, the person in question was busy choosing the flavor of her lollipop and completely ignored his presence.

Ye Jiuliang, you'll get yours sooner or later.

Suppressing his displeasure, Ye Miao drove away.

******

Beisen Academy, the place all students in China dream of entering.

However, Beisen Academy's school rules were famously strict, largely because the school's most influential board member was Li Family's Fifth Master—Li Mochan.

Those in the social elites knew that although Li Mochan was the most beloved son of the Li patriarch, he was the one with the least actual control over the family's powers.

Besides being a director of Beisen Academy, Li Mochan didn't take a single share in the family's other businesses.

It wasn't that the Li patriarch didn't want to give him anything; it was Li Mochan himself who didn't want any. The reason behind his refusal was somewhat understood by those who were somewhat acquainted with the Li Family.

The Li patriarch had been married twice. With his first wife, he had four sons. However, the second son passed away not long after birth, and the fourth son tragically died a few years ago.

Li Mochan was born to the Li patriarch and his second wife. Being the child of his old age plus the fact that Li Mochan's mother died during childbirth, the Li patriarch's partiality towards this youngest son increased even more.

The background of Li Mochan's mother was also a matter of speculation among the people of the capital, with rumors that she was the darling daughter of a wealthy Chinese family abroad, but the intricacies of that matter were likely only known to members of the Li Family themselves.

In the back seat of the car, Ye Jiuliang sat alone.

She glanced at the information about Li Mochan on her phone, the corners of her eyes slightly lifting.

Quite interesting.

For someone who could establish the Dark Hall single-handedly, why worry about power and wealth? The assets of the Li Family that so many coveted was probably insignificant in Li Mochan's eyes.