Volume One: Qin Yang of the Northern Sea Chapter 27: The Price

The grand opening celebration was still underway. When he returned to the company with his usual calm, he hadn’t expected to run into Zhang Mengqi. Compared to Chen Momo, she was dressed more conservatively—business attire, a light touch of makeup—and all the more captivating for it.

Looking at this old classmate, who had long since transformed from an ugly duckling into a graceful swan, he couldn’t help but feel a surge of emotion. Time, it seemed, could truly wash away everything.

“What a coincidence, isn’t it?” she said, a hint of playful mischief on her face. She stuck out her pink tongue and grinned. “By the way, Qinyang, a lot of our high school classmates are here in Bincheng. The other day, they mentioned wanting to get together. What do you think?”

“All right, let me know when. If I have time, I’ll definitely come.”

Seeing Qinyang’s somewhat detached expression, she chuckled. “You really haven’t changed at all.”

“These days, girls aren’t into brooding, mysterious types anymore. If you keep this up, you might never find a girlfriend,” Zhang Mengqi teased.

“Never find one?” He paused, then replied with great seriousness, “If that happens, I’ll just marry you.”

At these words, Zhang Mengqi’s cheeks flushed a deep red. She snorted softly, “Who would want to marry you?”

Watching her stamp her foot and hurry away, Qinyang touched his nose, thinking, It was just a joke—no need for such a strong reaction.

At Bincheng Airport, a man and a woman disembarked. The man was brawny, the woman striking and coldly beautiful. They belonged to a special unit, endowed with the authority to act before reporting.

The arrival of Tank and Enchantress immediately alerted all the city’s bigwigs—something major was happening in Bincheng. Yet none of them had received any intelligence or rumors. One after another, they dispatched their trusted agents to investigate.

Enchantress wore a pair of skintight black leather pants that accentuated her shapely figure. A seductive smile played on her lips. Yet anyone who mistook her allure for weakness would pay dearly.

At Katie Plaza, opposite the central tower, on the rooftop, the police had already cordoned off the area. The person who reported the incident was a repairman. One of the residents had lost power, and when he came up to the roof to check, he stumbled upon a terrifying scene.

Enchantress and Tank both looked grim—the corpse was that of Scorpio, a world-renowned assassin. He had never failed a mission, and no one knew who his target was. But anyone capable of killing Scorpio so effortlessly had to be an extraordinary master.

Enchantress gazed down at the city center below, the most prosperous part of Bincheng. Choosing a target here wasn’t easy—unless that target was guaranteed to appear today.

Could it be Chen Momo? The celebrity’s background was certainly unusual, but there were no clear leads. Their analysis of Scorpio’s injuries left them all shocked.

His limbs had been broken, his internal organs pulverized, and he hadn’t died outright—he’d been tortured to death.

Such savagery made everyone shudder. It was simply brutal beyond words.

Now, three days had passed. Beneath the midnight sky, swirling a glass of red wine, it was clear his mood was far from calm.

A whole day had gone by with no word from Scorpio, making him feel as if he’d been deceived.

“Damn it, damn it!”

With a crash, the wine glass shattered on the floor. Feng Bo’s eyes were bloodshot.

“You’re in quite a bad mood.” At that moment, Qinyang emerged from the shad