The mysterious identity of Qin Yue

Sitting under the makeshift tent of a roadside food stall, Qin Yue was both amused and exasperated. She never expected Ye Qian to bring her for hotpot, especially in the summer. It wasn't that she disliked hotpot; she actually enjoyed it. But in this scorching weather, and with spicy hotpot no less, didn't he fear getting heatstroke?

Ye Qian and Qin Yue's arrival made the stall owner ecstatic. After all, they drove a Lamborghini Murciélago, indicating they were no ordinary customers. The stall typically served factory workers or small-time gangsters. Having such prominent guests was nerve-wracking, as failing to please them could spell trouble for his business.

When the two first sat down, there were small groups of gangsters around, but they quickly scattered like they had seen a ghost. Ye Qian was puzzled and glanced at Qin Yue. He knew these gangsters didn't flee because of him, so it had to be because of Qin Yue, indicating her background was indeed formidable.

Soon, their table was filled with an assortment of food: fish balls, beef, enoki mushrooms, vegetables, and more. Ye Qian chuckled, dug in, and ate ravenously, like a starving person who hadn't eaten in days. Qin Yue was stunned, watching him devour the food with an open mouth, speechless for a long time.

"Eat up! Why aren't you eating?" Ye Qian asked, surprised.

"Watching you eat is filling enough," Qin Yue said helplessly, giving him a sidelong glance. "Eating hotpot in this heat, aren't you afraid of getting sick?"

"You just don't understand. Eating hotpot in summer has a unique charm," Ye Qian said, stuffing a fish ball into his mouth and speaking with his mouth full. "Eat quickly, or there won't be anything left."

Qin Yue smiled wryly and began eating slowly, her movements graceful and refined. Ye Qian remembered hearing that watching a beautiful woman eat was a pleasure, and now he saw it was true. However, he felt something was missing. Eating at a food stall was about the atmosphere, not fine dining etiquette.

"Wow, this is spicy! Boss, two beers, please!" Ye Qian called out, wiping sweat from his forehead.

"Aren't you being masochistic, inflicting this on yourself?" Qin Yue remarked.

Ye Qian chuckled, poured a glass of beer, and downed it in one gulp, feeling instantly refreshed. "Teacher, when we came in, those hooligans seemed afraid of you. Why is that?" he asked, feigning nonchalance.

"How should I know?" Qin Yue replied lightly, clearly aware of the reason but unwilling to divulge it.

Ye Qian didn't press further, chuckling. "They must have thought you were too beautiful, like a goddess descending from heaven, making them want to worship you. So they ran away to avoid the embarrassment of kneeling."

Qin Yue rolled her eyes. "Smooth talker."

Suddenly, Ye Qian felt a surge of killing intent and frowned, glancing towards a dark corner behind him but seeing nothing. Had he imagined it? But such intense killing intent couldn't be mistaken. The only explanation was that the person had retracted their aura.

Seeing Ye Qian's serious expression, Qin Yue asked, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, nothing," Ye Qian laughed, but his mind was racing. Who could the source of that killing intent be? Seven Kills' operatives wouldn't target him just for intervening with Zhao Tianhao. So who could it be? Was their target him or Qin Yue?

Ye Qian realized that aside from Seven Kills and Wolf Fang members, no one should know he was in China. So, the target was likely Qin Yue.

Qin Yue eyed Ye Qian suspiciously, not believing his reassurance. Ye Qian just smiled and didn't say more, but his senses were on high alert, monitoring every sound behind him. His intuition honed from living on the edge of death told him there was danger. Such instincts, a hallmark of an elite mercenary, were nearly infallible. He wasn't just another Wolf Fang member; as his former commander said, Ye Qian was born for the battlefield, destined to be a warrior king.

For a while, there was no further action from the source of the killing intent. Since the person had retracted their aura, Ye Qian couldn't track them. If Li Wei were here, he could've pinpointed the location using his tracking skills, a specialty in Wolf Fang.

Suddenly, police sirens blared, and several police cars stopped in front of the food stall. Ye Qian watched as the doors opened, and Wang Yu stepped out with a few detectives, heading straight for him. Seeing her, Ye Qian shook his head in resignation, wondering if he had bad karma with her, as their encounters always spelled trouble.

"Ye Qian, you're suspected of murdering a Chinese national. Please come with us to assist in the investigation," Wang Yu said, expressionless, as she reached Ye Qian.