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Ye Xiong called Yang Xinyi and said, “Didn’t we agree to handle the divorce today? Why have you disappeared early in the morning?”

“I’m busy today, I don’t have time,” Yang Xinyi replied.

“What about tomorrow?”

“I’m not free tomorrow either.”

“The day after tomorrow is also fine.”

“I don’t know if I’ll be free the day after tomorrow.”

Ye Xiong felt this sounded very familiar; it took him a while to remember that when Yang Xinyi brought up the divorce yesterday, he had used the same kind of excuses to brush it off. He didn’t expect that in one day, the roles in their dialogue would be reversed.

What was going on with Yang Xinyi not wanting to divorce him anymore?

Was she not afraid of last night’s events recurring?

He really didn’t understand what she was thinking.

Feeling helpless, Ye Xiong hung up the phone and then called Phoenix.

After what happened last night, he had no choice but to seek help from Phoenix. With her knowledge, maybe she would know how to suppress the genes in his body; he did not want to become that unrecognizable monster again.

The phone rang for a long time with no answer.

An hour later, Phoenix returned the call.

“I was in an important meeting just now. What do you need me for?” Phoenix didn’t expect Ye Xiong to call her proactively, which was somewhat surprising.

“What meeting?” Ye Xiong asked.

“Secret.”

“Dragon Source changing hands?”

Ye Xiong had heard from Long Tianya about his upcoming departure and, given Phoenix’s attitude, made such a guess.

“Who told you that?” Phoenix’s question confirmed that Ye Xiong’s guess was right.

“Who is taking over Dragon Source?”

“You know the person, Long Zaitian,” Phoenix answered.

“It’s really him,” murmured Ye Xiong.

In Huaxia, Long Zaitian was known as a war general, previously the second-in-command of Dragon Soul and a representative of the pro-war faction.

Long Zaitian and Long Tianya, both from the Huaxia’s Hulong Clan, had completely different styles.

Long Tianya favored soft power, implementing conciliatory policies most of the time, and refraining from resorting to armed force unless absolutely necessary; Long Zaitian, on the other hand, was the very opposite. Deep down, he was a war machine, advocating strength over everything, and he took a very hard stance against all criminals.

With Dragon Source falling into the hands of this war fanatic, it was likely that many people would be unlucky.

However, Ye Xiong was no longer a part of Dragon Soul, so this was not his concern. What he was most worried about was how to suppress the gene mutation in his own body.

“The genes in my body have started acting up. I’m wondering if there is any way to suppress them?” Ye Xiong cut to the chase.

“I’ll be in Jiangnan City in two days. Let’s talk when I get there,” Phoenix said.

Hearing about the changes in Ye Xiong’s body, Phoenix was very concerned.

“I have to remind you that Dragon Soul is now in the hands of Long Zaitian, and his style is different from the leader’s. You must never tell anyone about the gene you carry in your body, lest you bring disaster upon yourself,”

“What’s Long Zaitian’s attitude towards Gene Warriors?” Ye Xiong asked.

“Three words, ‘kill without mercy’!”

“This demon, what’s the difference between him and those terrorist organizations that created the Gene Warriors,” Ye Xiong cursed.

“Today, our meeting was about how to deal with Gene Warriors. The new leader, Long Zaitian, has made his stance very clear, which is to sweep away all threats. If Dragon Soul finds out about your existence, they will definitely send someone to capture you.”

“I’ll make sure they come but never return.”

All day, Ye Xiong was in a daze, unsure of which path his future should take.

As work was about to end, Wang Tong called him to go out for drinks.

It had been a long time since Ye Xiong had gone out to a bar, so tonight was a good opportunity to relax his strained nerves.

In the evening, Ye Xiong drove his old car to the Charm Orient Bar.

Charm Orient was a relatively famous hotel in Jiangnan City, located on the city’s bar street.

Wang Tong had already booked a private room. Besides him, there were two other middle managers from the hotel, both men. One was named Su Liang, the security manager, and another was named Du Feiyu, the head of the sales department.

“President Ye has arrived.”

“Come over here and have a seat.”

When Ye Xiong approached, Su Liang and Du Feiyu both stood up.

“Don’t stand on ceremony, there’s no hierarchy when we’re out having fun,” Ye Xiong gestured with his hand, telling them to sit down.

Since they were out to have a good time, of course, they should enjoy themselves fully—what’s the point if they’re constantly worried?

“Waiter, bring two dozen beers, two bottles of Moutai, two bottles of red wine, and two bottles of whiskey,” Ye Xiong waved at the waiter.

“Red wine, white liquor, foreign liquor, beer—you’re ordering everything, Brother Xiong, are you planning to get drunk for three days?” Wang Tong exclaimed in surprise.

“We don’t necessarily have to finish it all, just enjoy ourselves,” Ye Xiong said with a smile.

“Brother Xiong is really generous. In that case, I have no choice but to drink to your honor,” Du Feiyu laughed heartily.

He was the head of sales, and in a place like a hotel, there weren’t many leaders who couldn’t drink a lot. Just by looking at Du Feiyu’s protruding belly, it was obvious that he could hold his liquor.

Understanding that Ye Xiong was generous, Du Feiyu recalled how Ye Xiong once walked into the hotel with a bag of money, handing out red bonuses to the employees, a story that spread throughout the hotel. Seeing how Ye Xiong was ordering drinks, he knew it would be on his tab tonight.

In such a situation, all he needed to do was to amp up the atmosphere and cultivate a good relationship with the hotel’s second-in-command (who might very well become the top leader in the future)—why worry about future prospects?

The waitress who took the order knew she had met a big spender when she heard Ye Xiong’s words, quickly coming over and handing out four business cards with a professional smile on her face.

“Gentlemen, my name is Chacha. Here are my cards. Whenever you want to come and have fun, just give me a call, and I’ll reserve the best private room for you,” the waitress said with a smile.

Without even giving the card a glance, Du Feiyu took out his phone and made a call.

“Hello, Manager Yang? President Ye is here tonight. You’ve always wanted to meet him; hurry over,”

After hanging up, Du Feiyu said to the waitress with a smile, “Sorry, you’re not quite at the level we’re used to. When you reach Yang Yu’s position, come and take care of us then!”

“Oh, so you gentlemen know our Manager Yang. I’ll take my leave first then,” said the beautiful waitress, showing no embarrassment. After all, having seen all sorts of life in these glitzy places, she had long become numb to it.

On the surface, she was smiling at Du Feiyu, but inside, she might have cursed his ancestors in eighteen generations.

A moment later, the door of the private room opened, and a mature, beautiful woman dressed in a black business suit walked in.

As soon as she entered, the vision of everyone in the room brightened.