The woman Du Fei rescued was named Yan Yan, an actress who had just debuted. Her fame was not yet significant, having only appeared in a few television dramas, mostly in supporting roles as the second or third female lead.
They did not tell Du Fei how she fell into the water. However, the woman holding the umbrella, Yan Yan's assistant, repeatedly pleaded with Du Fei to keep it a secret. Otherwise, if those gossip reporters got hold of it, Yan Yan's career would be ruined.
"Don't worry, I won't say anything," Du Fei agreed without hesitation. He wasn't one to gossip, and even without her plea, he wouldn't have spread rumors.
Later, Yan Yan expressed her desire to offer him a gift as thanks, but Du Fei directly refused. He had saved her out of kindness, not for any reward.
"By the way, Miss Yan Yan, do you often feel dizzy or experience ringing in your ears and dizziness?" Du Fei suddenly recalled what he had discovered when he rescued Yan Yan and treated her.
Yan Yan's beautiful eyes widened, and her small mouth gasped, "You… how did you know? I've been feeling dizzy often lately, and my ears have been ringing frequently. But when I went to the hospital, the doctor told me it was just fatigue and that I should get more rest."
"There's a blood vessel mutation in your brain. In Western medicine, it would likely be called an aneurysm. I suggest you get it treated as soon as possible."
Du Fei's words stunned both Yan Yan and her assistant. Before Yan Yan could speak, her assistant looked Du Fei up and down. "Sir, I appreciate you saving Yan Yan, but you're claiming she has an aneurysm in her brain? That's absurd. We had detailed examinations at the hospital before, and there's no such condition."
At this point, the assistant, who had been grateful moments ago, now regarded Du Fei as someone exaggerating facts and deliberately making things up, thinking he was trying to take advantage of Yan Yan. Yan Yan, hearing her assistant, also looked at Du Fei with some suspicion.
"Forget it. There's no point in saying more. If you don't believe me, nothing I say will matter. However, if you continue to feel dizzy, and your vision blurs severely, you must come to 'Miracle Doctor's Spring Return' Traditional Chinese Medicine Clinic on Jianghua Street to find me. Otherwise, delaying will be life-threatening."
With that, Du Fei opened the car door and got out without waiting for Yan Yan's reaction. Seeing Du Fei's serious expression, Yan Yan felt a bit worried. However, her assistant pulled her hand. "Yan Yan, don't listen to that nonsense. We've been to the hospital several times and had comprehensive medical check-ups. You're perfectly fine. You were probably just too tired from filming recently. You'll be alright with some rest." Yan Yan thought her assistant made sense and nodded.
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In a house entirely built from large stones, a long table was placed. The seats on both sides of the table were empty, while the head seat was occupied by someone wearing a silver mask. Due to the silver mask and their androgynous attire, their gender was indiscernible. However, they exuded a constant aura of danger that deterred others from approaching.
"Master."
A man entered from outside, knelt on one knee, and lowered his head, appearing afraid to look directly at the masked figure.
"Has Blood Hand arrived?" the masked person's voice was strange, like fingernails scraping across glass, making the listener uncomfortable. However, the kneeling man seemed oblivious and replied respectfully, "Replying to Master, Blood Hand has arrived."
"Let him in."
After the masked figure gave the order, the man nodded and withdrew. Soon, the man returned, this time with another person behind him. After escorting the person in, the man bowed and retreated.
"Blood Hand, I heard you messed up this time?" The masked figure looked at Blood Hand, their gaze carrying authority, causing Blood Hand, a former top assassin, to lower his head involuntarily.
"I'm sorry, boss, I, I…"
"We don't deal with 'sorrys' in this line of work. Hmm, your aura is so chaotic. Could it be that your martial arts…?" Blood Hand began to apologize, but the masked figure ignored him. Then, noticing Blood Hand's chaotic aura, their voice rose significantly. "What exactly happened?" According to Blood Hand's cultivation, even if he failed the mission, few could stop him from escaping. Yet, Blood Hand now appeared to have his martial arts crippled, which greatly surprised the masked figure.
Although Blood Hand felt uneasy, under the masked figure's gaze, he had no choice but to recount the events in detail.
"A mere twenty-year-old youth easily crippled your martial arts? Could the opponent be a martial cultivator?" After hearing Blood Hand's account, the masked figure rested their chin on their right hand and murmured to themselves. Blood Hand trembled, looking at the masked figure sitting at the head of the table.
Previously, Blood Hand and many other top assassins had been summoned here together. Following that, the masked figure, who called himself the Lord of Kunlun, announced the formation of an organization named Kunlun and asked them to join and submit to him. Immediately, someone spoke up, calling the masked figure delusional or insane. These assassins were all arrogant and blood-soaked madmen. How could they obey another? Especially this so-called Lord of Kunlun, who clearly intended to treat them like servants. One particularly violent killer even drew a gun and fired at the Lord of Kunlun. To everyone's surprise, the Lord of Kunlun was unharmed, while the shooter himself died from several bullets. Following this, the few who had spoken out were all killed on the spot by the Lord of Kunlun. The remaining individuals, despite their unwillingness, could only choose to submit temporarily after seeing their peers lying in pools of blood. No one wanted to become a corpse on the spot. Thus, Blood Hand joined Kunlun. Two years had passed in the blink of an eye. Now, he found himself here again, recalling those past events.
"My Kunlun does not need useless people who cannot get things done. But don't worry, after you die, I will avenge you." The masked figure looked at Blood Hand again and spoke. Although they were discussing something cruel, their tone was as indifferent as commenting on the weather.
"Master, please, I beg you, for the sake of my service to Kunlun, spare m—" Before the word "me" could be uttered, Blood Hand slowly collapsed. The masked figure then rose and left. Soon, someone entered, dragged away Blood Hand's corpse, and cleaned the floor. After the cleaning, the room returned to its peaceful state, as if nothing had happened.