Chapter 62: Ye Xingchen Is No Longer Worthy of Being My Opponent!

As Lin Beifan moved busily around the hospital room, Ye Xingchen felt an unfamiliar emotion rise in his heart—gratitude.

Whether as a boss or a friend, Lin Beifan had done more than enough.

As a leader, he treated his subordinates with empathy, rewarding them with power when needed, giving them money when necessary, and never once complaining.

As a friend, he could laugh and chat with him but also rush to his side at a moment's notice when he was in danger.

He was nearly flawless.

At least, I could never be like him.

And on top of that—Lin Beifan had saved his life.

For a fleeting moment, Ye Xingchen felt a strange thought creep into his mind—

If only we weren't enemies…

His eyes widened, and he shook his head violently, forcing the thought away.

No! I can't afford to be soft-hearted!

A little kindness doesn't erase the hatred I carry!

Lin Beifan had stolen his woman.

Destroyed his mercenary group.

Ruined his career.

And humiliated him so badly that he was driven out of the Yan Kingdom like a stray dog.

How could he not seek revenge?

At most… at most, he would spare Lin Beifan's life in the future.

But the masked men who had ambushed him? They had to pay.

Lying in his hospital bed, Ye Xingchen's mind raced. He needed to figure out who had attacked him.

1. Few people possessed that level of strength.

2. Judging by their attire, they were clearly from an organized group.

3. They had attacked him ruthlessly, which meant there was deep animosity between them.

4. They were all from the Yan Kingdom—or at least had Yan blood.

5. Their combat techniques felt oddly familiar…

…

After carefully analyzing the clues, his eyes narrowed.

The Zhao Family… The Dragon King, Zhao Tian!

But why had Zhao Tian targeted him?

In both his past and present life, their paths had never crossed.

Regardless of the reason—since Zhao Tian had made a move against him, there would be consequences.

Ye Xingchen's expression darkened.

"You wait for me!"

"Once I recover, I'll return the favor a hundred—no, a thousand times over! I, Ye Xingchen, do not forget my debts!"

—

Meanwhile, at the Zhao family estate—

The Eight Great Vajras had just returned to report.

Upon hearing their words, the Dragon King, Zhao Tian, was visibly shaken.

"What did you say? You actually seriously injured the God of War, Ye Xingchen?"

His gaze turned sharp.

"He's the God of War! His strength is legendary—how could you possibly defeat him so easily?"

One of the black-clad men sneered.

"Dragon King, there is no falsehood in our report. That so-called 'God of War' couldn't even hold out for two minutes! His strength is overrated!"

Another subordinate added, "Dragon King, we just received confirmation—Lin Beifan has rescued Ye Xingchen and admitted him to the hospital. He's currently in the ICU, and his injuries are severe!"

Zhao Tian fell silent, closing his eyes as he digested this shocking news.

A few moments later, he exhaled slowly.

"If what you say is true, then there's only one explanation—Ye Xingchen has weakened."

His lips curled into a contemptuous smile.

"Heh! Spending all his time indulging in wealth and pleasure, wasting away while assisting a corrupt leader… Someone like that was bound to decline!"

"Ye Xingchen, you are no longer worthy of being my opponent!"

The black-clad men echoed in unison, "Dragon King, you see clearly!"

Zhao Tian waved a hand dismissively.

"Since he's already half-dead, we don't need to worry about him for now. Instead, focus all your attention on Lin Beifan! Watch his every move! This man must never be underestimated—never!"

"Yes, Dragon King!"

—

Meanwhile, with both of his greatest threats lying in hospital beds, Lin Beifan was enjoying some rare peace and quiet.

Taking advantage of the lull, he met with Chu Ruoxue to renegotiate the price of the land.

After much back-and-forth bargaining, they agreed to raise the price by 500 million yuan, setting the total value at 7 billion.

As part of the deal, Lin Beifan agreed to provide Chu Ruoxue with financial aid—

Over the next three years, she could borrow up to 7 billion in low-interest loans from him to help her company through its financial crisis.

She could withdraw funds multiple times, but the total outstanding loan could not exceed 7 billion at any given time.

And if she failed to repay the money—

The land would legally belong to Lin Beifan.

Once the agreement was finalized, Chu Ruoxue let out an exasperated sigh.

"Doing business with you is a loss! After all that arguing, I barely managed to raise the price by 500 million!"

Lin Beifan rolled his eyes.

"You think you lost? I agreed to set aside 7 billion in idle funds for three years! Do you have any idea how much money I could've made if I invested that in the stock market?"

Chu Ruoxue huffed, crossing her arms.

"Oh, please! You make money so fast—what's a few hundred million to you? My land is a gold mine! Once it's developed, it'll generate tens of billions every year!"

Lin Beifan snorted. "No one ever complains about having too much money. Anyway, I'm done talking. I'm heading to the hospital."

Chu Ruoxue's expression softened slightly. "The hospital? Are you feeling unwell?"

Lin Beifan shook his head. "I'm fine. Brother Ye, on the other hand, was ambushed by a group of masked men and hospitalized. He was severely injured."

Chu Ruoxue clasped her hands together. "Oh, thank the heavens!"

Lin Beifan raised an eyebrow.

"…Are you praying for him?"

"No, I'm fulfilling a prayer. I prayed for something bad to happen to him, and now it actually happened! Thank you, God!"

Lin Beifan: "…"

—