I Can Merge Techniques-Chapter 132 - 104: Extreme Night Cold Prison Hand Breaks the Limit, Zhou Ye Borrows a Knife to Kill, Chu Fan’s Icy Killing Intent
Three hundred taels of silver!
He had lost a full three hundred taels just because Chu Fan ended the fight in three moves!
This wasn’t just losing money; it was a public humiliation, a slap to his face that left him with no dignity!
Chu Fan could have clearly dragged it out for a few more moves before defeating Liang Yuhen...
But instead, he used only three!
It was a clear sign that he had absolutely no respect for him, his leader!
Rage and killing intent churned in his chest, threatening to burn him to ash.
Normally, Xia Huanhuan would have noticed something was wrong with him and tried to talk some sense into him.
But Xia Huanhuan had lost her own match and was feeling dejected. She kept her head down, completely missing Zhou Ye’s strange behavior.
The group returned to the Seven Stars Gang Sub-Branch.
Zhou Tianci strode off to find Master Qin and claim credit for the victory.
Chu Fan and the others waited for a while in the main hall of the Cyan Wood Hall. Zhou Tianci didn’t emerge, but Zhou Ye did, walking out from an inner room with a cold expression.
Zhou Ye’s gaze swept over the crowd, finally landing on Chu Fan.
His expression was complex—a mix of anger, jealousy, and a hint of fear that was difficult to notice.
After taking a deep breath, Zhou Ye seemed to suppress his emotions. He walked up to Chu Fan, pulled a small silver ingot from his robes, and slapped it on the table with a THWACK.
"Chu Fan, this is your reward for the fight. The Incense Master is busy, so I’m distributing it on his behalf. Take it."
Zhou Ye’s voice was dry, tinged with a tone of charity.
The silver ingot looked to be only ten taels.
The hall fell instantly silent. You could hear a pin drop.
Everyone’s expression turned incredibly strange. Their eyes darted between Chu Fan and Zhou Ye, but no one said a word.
Chu Fan stared at the lonely ten taels of silver on the table. He was stunned for a moment, then the corners of his mouth slowly curled into a silent smile.
’Well, well, well. Aren’t you a clever one...’
’Trying to pull this crap on me, are you?’
’I fought to the death against the Iron Armor Sect in Luofeng Valley, risking my life, and the Incense Master clearly said the reward would be generous. And this is it?’
’Ten taels of silver?’
’Are you trying to get rid of a beggar?!’
Even if Chu Fan was a newcomer and didn’t know the rules for mission rewards in the Seven Stars Gang, he could tell that this bastard Zhou Ye had pocketed the reward that should have been his!
The strange expressions of the others in the hall, who looked like they wanted to speak but held back, had already said it all!
A surge of killing intent rose in his heart, and Chu Fan’s smile grew even wider.
Then, his smile vanished, and his gaze turned icy as he stared at Zhou Ye.
A chill ran through Zhou Ye’s heart under that gaze. He forced himself to sound imposing. "What? You don’t want it?"
Chu Fan smiled again.
He reached out, picked up the ten taels of silver, and weighed it in his hand. "What’s mine is mine. Why wouldn’t I want it?"
With that, he stopped looking at Zhou Ye, turned, and strode out of the Cyan Wood Hall.
As soon as Chu Fan left, Zhou Ye swept his gaze across everyone present, a clear threat in his eyes. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖
With his level of strength, he couldn’t normally threaten anyone.
But he had Zhou Tianci backing him.
The crowd exchanged glances, and one by one, they made excuses and dispersed.
Soon, the vast hall was empty except for Zhou Ye, Xia Huanhuan, and Sun Zixuan.
Zhou Ye stared in the direction of the main gate and snorted softly.
The fact that Chu Fan hadn’t argued or caused a scene, and had even calmly accepted the ten taels of silver, made him even more uneasy.
He would have preferred Chu Fan to fly into a rage on the spot. That way, he could have suppressed him on the grounds of "insubordination."
But Chu Fan’s patient forbearance seemed like he was biding his time, building up to something.
Xia Huanhuan couldn’t help but frown. "Why did you have to be so ruthless? Pocketing his reward will only escalate the conflict."
"My uncle said we should be investing heavily in his training."
Zhou Ye whipped his head around, his eyes bloodshot, and snarled, "Me, ruthless? When he made me lose three hundred taels, why didn’t you say *he* was ruthless?"
"He could have dragged it out, but he deliberately ended it in three moves. Does he have any respect for me as his leader?"
"He humiliated me in public... A person like that is a born rebel. If I don’t put him in his place now, he’ll become a major threat in the future!"
He caught his breath and tried to justify himself. "Besides, I’m his leader. It’s his first time getting a reward. Isn’t it only right and proper for him to show some respect to his boss?"
"Uncle said to invest in his training... but can someone like that really be made to work for me?"
Xia Huanhuan was already in a terrible mood from losing her match. Seeing how paranoid Zhou Ye was, she knew further words were useless. She just shook her head in disappointment. "Do as you see fit, then."
With that, she turned and left.
Zhou Ye grew agitated and grit his teeth, staring at the main entrance.
Chu Fan’s talent frightened him...
He had been cultivating for three months at most, yet he could cripple Liang Yuhen in just three moves. That rate of progress was truly horrifying.
Give Chu Fan another year or two, and what would happen then?
Now that Chu Fan had performed such a great service, he was bound to attract the attention of the gang’s upper echelons, especially Master Qin.
When that time came, it was likely that not even his uncle, Zhou Tianci, would be able to suppress Chu Fan’s rise!
Once Chu Fan gained power, given the grudge forged today, could he, Zhou Ye, still have a good life?
At this thought, a cold sweat broke out on Zhou Ye’s back.
"Boss."
A cautious voice spoke up. Sun Zixuan, who had been silent the whole time, sidled over.
He narrowed his eyes and said, "That bastard Chu Fan has had no respect for you from the very beginning. He beat me, he beat Ling Feng, he treats your orders like the passing wind, he caused trouble on Xingning Street..."
"This time, he knew you pocketed his reward, yet he still took the ten taels of silver. He’s definitely not just swallowing his anger. He’s planning to get his revenge later!"
Zhou Ye’s expression darkened further. Every one of Sun Zixuan’s words hit a sore spot.
"Boss, this kid Chu Fan... we can’t let him live."
Sun Zixuan leaned in close to Zhou Ye’s ear and whispered a few sentences. "...Do it like this, and how could he possibly turn the tables on us?"
As Zhou Ye listened, his expression went from startled to bright.
A look of delight appeared in his eyes, but he asked with some doubt, "The mission you mentioned... is the information reliable?"
"Absolutely! I saw it with my own eyes in the Deacon Hall. Several Small Leaders nearly came to blows fighting over the mission!" Sun Zixuan said with a sinister smile. "But now, Long Zhan of the Dragon Flame Hall has snatched it..."
"You know his strength. He’s without a doubt the number one fighter below the Incense Masters!"
"It’s the perfect opportunity to kill someone with a borrowed knife!"
Zhou Ye pondered for a moment, a vicious killing intent flashing in his eyes.
He nodded, pulled thirty taels of silver from his robes, and shoved it into Sun Zixuan’s hands. "Good! We’ll do it your way! Take this money and get that drug as soon as possible."
