"Master, a few people led by Brooke have sneaked in through the back wall of the manor," Wei Nan said.

It turned out the master was right, even having Wei Xi temporarily shut down part of the manor’s surveillance earlier. Otherwise, Brooke and his men wouldn’t have been able to get into the manor at all—they would have been shot into sieves the moment they got close.

Ye Jiuliang’s gaze dropped slightly, thinking Brooke was really daring to come to his doorstep. Was his intelligence overdue for a check?

How did he inherit none of his father’s cunning and deceit?

"Follow the plan," Li Mochan narrowed his eyes slightly, a cold light flashing briefly.

"Yes." Before leaving, Wei Nan’s gaze slid towards Ye Jiuliang, filled with subtle complexity.

For a moment, the atmosphere fell silent.

Suddenly, the hand wrapped around her waist let go. Ye Jiuliang turned to look at him as the man got up from the sofa and walked towards the bed.

Li Mochan reached out to open the bedside table drawer and took out a small brocade box.

After closing the drawer, he turned and walked back.

Sitting beside her, Li Mochan circled his arms around her and brought her to the front.

"Here," he said, presenting the small brocade box to her.

The blue brocade box had delicate patterns carved on its surface and a faint luminescence covering it upon closer inspection.

Ye Jiuliang raised an eyebrow, "What’s this?"

"Open it and see," he suggested, taking her hand and placing the brocade box in her palm.

Ye Jiuliang looked at him suspiciously and pressed the hidden clasp on the box.

In an instant, a ring came into view, crafted from a special material with a black diamond that emitted a dark aura.

She picked up the ring to examine it, noticing a "Mohan" character engraved inside.

Could this be a symbol of identity for the head of Dark Hall?

Their Disha Organization also had something like this, except it wasn’t a ring.

Suddenly, Ye Jiuliang felt the ring was a bit too hot to handle.

A deep voice resonated by her ear, "Do you like it?"

Ye Jiuliang nodded, then pulled his hand to try the ring on him.

"It looks even better this way," she cleverly shifted the topic.

She definitely couldn’t accept the ring—it was too "heavy."

Li Mochan chuckled, removed the ring, and took her hand, pretending to put it on her.

Ye Jiuliang curled her fingers to thwart his attempt.

She made up an excuse, saying stubbornly, "This ring is meant for men, why give it to me?"

"It suits you very well," Li Mochan coaxed softly, "Shall I put it on for you?"

Ye Jiuliang, "..."

The leader of the Disha Organization wearing a symbolic item of identity for the head of Dark Hall—was he sure that was appropriate?

"Put it on, hm?" he persisted, lifting his hand to poke her soft cheek.

Ye Jiuliang gave a mischievous smile, "Wearing this would be quite a hindrance in finding good-looking guys."

A dangerous tinge crept into Li Mochan’s smile, "Find who?"

Having irked him, Ye Jiuliang quickly soothed, "Finding you is enough, isn’t it?" What a petty jealous jar.

Li Mochan huffed lightly, forcibly slipping the ring onto her middle finger.

"Li Mochan, who forces a ring on someone like this?" Ye Jiuliang said, caught between laughter and helplessness.

The prominent ring made her slender and fair fingers stand out even more. Li Mochan curved his lips into a smile and changed the subject, "Want to see a good show?"

Ye Jiuliang puzzled, "Hm?"

Suddenly, a loud "bang" echoed from downstairs.

Ye Jiuliang realized then, a playful smile forming at the corner of her mouth, "Did the rat fall into a trap?"

"Quite clever," Li Mochan chuckled lowly, raising his hand to rub her nose, "Want to go down and take a look?"

Ye Jiuliang perked up instantly, "Of course."

There was a good show to watch; it wouldn’t be missed for the world.

Eager, she got up, put on her shoes, and slipped out the door.

Li Mochan could not help but let out a dry chuckle, trailing leisurely behind her.

Downstairs, the living room was in disarray.

There was still a faint smell of blood lingering in the air.

Bullets had punctured several holes in the expensive sofa, savagely ruining its luxury.

Ye Jiuliang descended the stairs to see several people tied up tightly, a hoodlum’s grin appearing on her lips.

"Madam."

Wei Xi tightened the ropes and turned around, a slight surprise on his face when he saw Ye Jiuliang standing on the staircase.

Was the madam frightened?

Well, any young girl would be afraid upon seeing such a bloody scene.

He scratched his head, feeling a bit melancholic.

How could he explain the situation so that it didn’t seem so bloody?

Before he could think of anything, Brooke and the others were restlessly shouting.

"Let me go, you Dark Hall are nothing special, only capable of scheming in the shadows! Fight me fairly if you have the skill."

"I want to see Li Mochan, let him come out."

"Li Mochan is nothing more than a bully relying on outnumbering his foes. Fight me one on one if you are able—Dark Hall only knows how to use these despicable tricks to scheme against people."

Among the three, Brooke was the loudest, with each insult worse than the last.

Wei Bei frowned, ready to show him a lesson, but a cold voice interrupted him.

"Wei Bei, release his ropes."

After the command, the stunned looks of three Wei brothers shifted toward her.

Did she know what she was saying?

Ye Jiuliang, hands in pockets, walked over with an air of casual indifference.

She glanced coldly at Brooke and repeated, "Release his ropes."

"Madam, he..." Wei Xi’s face showed difficulty, unsure of how to explain to her that Brooke, no matter what, was the leader of the Disha Organization and his martial skills were naturally not something a young girl could match.

If she got hurt, their master would surely flay them.

A chilling voice rose from the staircase, "Do as she says."

The trio of Wei brothers looked towards the sound, and an elongated shadow had appeared on the staircase at some point. Dark eyes glinting with frosty hostility were daunting to look at directly.

Wei Bei glanced at Ye Jiuliang and pulled out the dagger at his waist, chopping off the ropes binding Brooke’s hands and feet.

A fierce look flashed in Brooke’s eyes as he swung a punch toward Wei Bei, aggressive and lethal.

"Heh."

Ye Jiuliang scoffed coldly, yanking Wei Bei to the side.

Her leg swept out straight, kicking towards Brooke’s elbow.

With a "crack", it was chilling to the bone.

His whole arm tingled with numbness, searing with pain.

Gripping his arm, Brooke glared ferociously at Ye Jiuliang, not daring to underestimate her again.

"What are you staring at me for?" Ye Jiuliang smiled roguishly, tilting her chin up, "If you can, fight back."

The color of Brooke’s face turned dark as he picked up a dagger from the ground and stabbed it towards her.

The sharp dagger glinted coldly as Wei Xi and the others held their breath with their backs tense, ready to intervene at any moment.

Ye Jiuliang whistled, attacking instead of retreating, her fingers hooking onto his wrist and twisting forcefully.

"Hisss—"

A piercing, bone-deep pain radiated from his wrist. Brooke’s face immediately turned ashen, and before he could react, the dagger was already in Ye Jiuliang’s hand.

"Guess I’ll be the one to teach you how to handle a dagger."

Her voice, menacing and bone-chilling, struck into Brooke’s senses. In the corner of his eye, he only saw a flash of cold light.

"Ziing," the scent of blood spread.

Looking down at the dagger embedded in his shoulder, Brooke’s expression was fierce and pale.