Learning that two of the three titans from the world's foremost organization, 'Divine Kingdom,' were in China hunting him, Teng Qingshan felt not a flicker of tension, but only anticipation! Having reached the Grandmaster realm and mastered the Tiger Form Divine Connection Technique, his power had multiplied tenfold, perhaps more, compared to before.

If he faced Sun Ze and Dolgotrov now, he could dispatch them with a mere wave of his hand. A true master grows lonely; finding a worthy opponent is exceedingly difficult.

“The Three Titans, an invincible legend? Well, legends are meant to be shattered by me.” Teng Qingshan left his residence early that morning and hailed a taxi.

“Take me to the old district, to the Willow Tea House, you know the place?” Teng Qingshan said to the driver after settling inside. The driver chuckled, “Know it?

I’ve been in Yangzhou for decades; how could I not know such an old haunt as the Willow Tea House? Don’t worry, ten minutes tops!” Indeed, ten minutes later, Teng Qingshan arrived at the Willow Tea House.

* A white Audi sports car sped down the street in the old district, Lin Qing seated in the passenger seat. “Hey, Sister Lin, have you run into Teng Qingshan these past few days?” Xiao Min, who was driving, asked.

Lin Qing shook her head. “Not a whisper in over a month.

Forget it, I shouldn't bring him trouble anyway. I’ll just treat it all as a dream.” She let out a self-deprecating laugh.

“I suppose dreaming is the only privilege I have left.” Suddenly, a crisp mobile ringtone sounded, and Lin Qing pulled her phone from her pocket. “Hello.” As soon as Lin Qing spoke, her expression subtly shifted.

“Tonight? Alright, I’ll meet you at the usual spot.” Hanging up, Lin Qing’s face was grim.

Xiao Min glanced over stealthily and whispered, “Was that Li Mingshan?” “Who else could it be?” Lin Qing’s gaze held a trace of hatred. “If only he were dead,” Xiao Min sighed helplessly.

“Hmph, I wish him dead every day, but pests like that always seem blessed with long lives. Alright, Ah Min, pull over at the Willow Tea House just ahead; I’ll get out there.” Lin Qing pointed out that the Willow Tea House was just up ahead.

The car slowed to a stop, and once Lin Qing alighted, Xiao Min drove the sports car away. Stepping into the Willow Tea House, the décor—the waiters dressed as ancient attendants—immediately enveloped Lin Qing in a wave of archaic charm.

However, Lin Qing was in no mood to appreciate the ambiance; she only came here to settle her mind. Out of habit, she went directly to the second floor.

Her gaze swept the room, and her previously despondent expression suddenly lit up. Her breathing hitched slightly as she hurried forward two steps.

“Teng Qingshan!” “Lin Qing?” Teng Qingshan, who had been leisurely sipping tea, smiled upon seeing her approach. Lin Qing sat down opposite him, asking with a mixture of surprise and curiosity, “What important matters kept you occupied these past few days?

I haven’t seen you here at all.” This sentence inadvertently revealed a fact: Lin Qing herself came to the Willow Tea House every single day, for a purpose that needed no explanation. “Just tying up some loose ends,” Teng Qingshan replied casually.

“Lin Qing, are you always this idle?” Teng Qingshan countered lightly. Lin Qing smiled thinly.

“Company matters are generally straightforward; my subordinates handle most things. They only call me for major issues.

Speaking of which, Teng Qingshan, you were in Anyi County before, and now you’re in Yangzhou. You never return home—doesn't your wife worry?

Doesn’t she urge you back?” “Home?” A deep chord resonated within Teng Qingshan’s heart. Did he even have a home?

As a child, he considered the orphanage his home—it had Matron Granny, and it had his brother, Qinghe. Later, as an assassin, as long as he was with Little Cat, anywhere was home.

And now? Did he still have a home?

Unconsciously, Teng Qingshan reached up to touch the small bronze tripod he wore around his neck, the memento left by his wife, ‘Little Cat.’ “Teng Qingshan?” Lin Qing called out when she saw him lost in thought. Teng Qingshan looked up at her.

“My wife… she’s dead.” “Dead?” Lin Qing’s eyes widened. It was surprising enough that someone so young had a wife, but that his wife was deceased was even more astonishing.

“Don’t ask any further,” Teng Qingshan said, his brow furrowing slightly. Lin Qing understood the delicate nature of human relations.

She realized that having a wife so young, and then losing her, coupled with Teng Qingshan’s evident martial prowess, meant he surely carried heavy secrets. “Teng Qingshan, do you know Yangzhou well?

Have you been to Slender West Lake? Or the Geyuan Garden?” Lin Qing quickly changed the subject.

Teng Qingshan engaged in desultory conversation with Lin Qing, offering only brief responses. Yet, Teng Qingshan’s true focus was almost entirely fixed on his brother ‘Qinghe’s’ residence, occasionally sweeping his gaze over to check on it.

Every time a person walked past the entrance to ‘Qinghe’s’ house, Teng Qingshan noticed. Around ten-thirty that morning, a black Audi A6 pulled up in front of Qinghe’s house.

A tall, solidly built man emerged from the driver’s seat; looking over, he appeared nearly six foot three. From the passenger side emerged a woman wearing maternity clothes, her belly visibly rounded.

“Qinghe!” A surge of ecstatic joy erupted in Teng Qingshan’s heart. “It’s Qinghe!” Teng Qingshan possessed some documentation on his brother Qinghe and knew what he looked like now.

Moreover, ‘Qinghe’s’ facial features bore a resemblance to his own. Most importantly… the connection of blood ties made Teng Qingshan feel an overwhelming sense of kinship the moment he saw them.

“That must be Qinghe’s wife, ‘Li Ran’,” Teng Qingshan murmured, a smile touching his lips. Seeing his brother and his wife displaying such affection made Teng Qingshan immensely happy.

“Little Ran, I’ll carry these. You need to be careful with that bump,” the tall man, Qin Hong, said as he opened the trunk and retrieved two large boxes.

“I’m fine,” Li Ran replied, smiling as she gently touched her stomach. Qin Hong habitually glanced around the surroundings, but that one look made him notice a figure watching him intently from the second-floor window of the opposite ‘Willow Tea House.’ The appearance of the observer made Qin Hong feel as if he had been drenched in ice water.

“Wolf!” “Flying Dagger Lone Wolf!” Qin Hong’s heart spasmed with shock. Although they had received intelligence more than a month ago, the highly vigilant elite teams had yet to find any trace of the ‘Flying Dagger Lone Wolf,’ nor had they located the two titans of the ‘Divine Kingdom.’ This had caused Qin Hong’s mental guard to relax slightly.

He had assumed the assassin ‘Lone Wolf’ had already left Yangzhou. “He’s still here.” Qin Hong instantly calmed himself.

At this moment, Qin Hong was stunned to see the Flying Dagger ‘Lone Wolf’ actually nod and smile at him. Qin Hong, feigning casualness, returned the gesture toward Teng Qingshan with a smile.

“Let’s go inside,” Qin Hong didn’t dare delay, immediately ushering his wife quickly into the house. … On the second floor of the tea house, Teng Qingshan felt boundless exhilaration, a genuine smile involuntarily spreading across his face.

“Qinghe, I’ve finally seen my brother Qinghe! Haha, I didn’t expect sister-in-law to be pregnant too.

This is wonderful…” His brother ‘Qinghe’ was his only remaining kin. After twenty-two years without contact, to see him now, and to see his brother living so happily… Teng Qingshan was happy from the core of his being!

“Now that my brother lives happily, I have no more earthly attachments,” Teng Qingshan felt a profound sense of lightness and joy; his twenty-two-year-long wish had finally been fulfilled. He had no intention of approaching or revealing himself to his brother Qinghe.

Because… He didn’t want Qinghe to ever know he had an elder brother. Teng Qingshan had numerous enemies, like the Redmayne family!

Moreover, his years in the assassin trade had garnered him countless foes. Although Qinghe was also a member of a special government department, the circles Teng Qingshan operated in were the absolute apex of the human world.

Where masters and formidable enemies gathered in droves, if his enemies ever discovered Qinghe, eliminating him for revenge would be terrifyingly easy. “Qinghe,” Teng Qingshan gazed at his brother’s residence, offering only silent blessings in his heart.

* After Qin Hong and his wife, ‘Li Ran,’ entered the bedroom, Li Ran moved to draw the curtains and open a window. “Don’t open the curtains,” Qin Hong finally let out a long sigh of relief.

“What is it?” Li Ran finally sensed that something was amiss. “That man on the second floor of the Willow Tea House just now—that was the Flying Dagger ‘Lone Wolf’!” Qin Hong stated in a low voice.

Li Ran gasped in shock. She was Qin Hong’s wife and also a member of the Special Operations Unit, privy to many secrets.

“Flying Dagger ‘Lone Wolf’? You mean the Flying Dagger ‘Lone Wolf’ is right next door?” Li Ran hadn't seen Teng Qingshan before.

Qin Hong nodded, his voice heavy. “Little Ran, look, someone as terrifying as the Flying Dagger ‘Lone Wolf’ is beyond our capacity to handle.” Qin Hong immediately took out his phone and dialed a number.

“Hello, Brother Yang, it’s me. I’ve spotted the Flying Dagger ‘Lone Wolf.’ Yes, he’s in the tea house not far from our place.” “Understood.

I won’t make any rash moves. Yes.

I’ll wait for Brother Yang to arrange everything. Okay, got it!” Qin Hong hung up.

“What did Brother Yang say?” Li Ran pressed. Qin Hong smiled helplessly.

“What could he say? Brother Yang told us to do absolutely nothing and that he’ll personally arrange for people to handle it… It can’t be helped.

A figure like the Flying Dagger ‘Lone Wolf’ is simply too powerful. Why is it that people like them, even when they know they are being tracked, can still sit there drinking tea with impunity?” “Because they fear nothing.” Qin Hong suddenly frowned.

“Little Ran, I seem to remember… just now, that ‘Flying Dagger’ Lone Wolf smiled at me.”