Watching Alex Lin moving busily around, Ethan Ye felt an unexpected stir of emotion.
As a boss, Alex Lin always showed consideration toward his subordinates—caring for those under him, valuing talent, delegating authority when needed, and paying what was due without ever complaining.
As a friend, he could joke and laugh together, yet rush over without hesitation when danger appeared.
Whether as a boss or as a friend, Alex Lin had done an outstanding job.
Almost flawless.
At the very least, Ethan Ye knew he could never achieve what Alex Lin had done.
Moreover, Alex Lin had saved his life.
If only they were not enemies—how wonderful that would be.
Ethan Ye suddenly snapped out of it and shook his head hard.
"No. I can't be soft-hearted. I can't forget my hatred just because of a few favors and moments of kindness! He stole my woman, destroyed my mercenary group, ruined my career, and drove me out of Yan Kingdom like a stray dog! If I don't take revenge, this second chance at life would be meaningless!"
At most, he would spare Alex Lin's life in the future.
Alex Lin's revenge had to be carried out.
And the grudge with those black-clothed attackers also had to be settled.
Ethan Ye fell into deep thought, carefully analyzing the situation.
Who were those people? Where did they come from?
First, there were very few people with that level of strength.
Second, judging from their clothing and coordination, they clearly belonged to an organization, which was even rarer.
Third, they attacked with extreme brutality, indicating a deep enmity.
Fourth, they were either from Yan Kingdom or had Yan Kingdom bloodlines.
Fifth, their fighting style felt strangely familiar.
After a thorough analysis, one name finally surfaced in his mind.
The Zhao Family.
Dragon King Zhao Tian.
Ethan Ye didn't know why they had targeted him.
Across both lifetimes, there had been no personal grudge.
But since they had taken action against him, they would have to pay the price.
His eyes turned icy.
"Just wait. Once I recover from my injuries, I'll return everything you did to me—hundreds or even thousands of times over! War God Ethan Ye never breaks his word!"
On the other side, the Eight Great Vajras returned to report.
When Zhao Tian heard their account, his expression changed dramatically.
"What did you say? You actually severely injured War God Ethan Ye? He's a legendary War God—how could you have hurt him so badly?"
"Dragon King, every word we say is true," one of the black-clothed men sneered. "He couldn't even last two minutes. His strength is nothing special anymore, completely unworthy of the title 'War God.'"
Another added, "Dragon King, according to our latest intel, Ethan Ye was rescued by Alex Lin and sent to the hospital. He's currently in the ICU, and his injuries are indeed very serious."
Zhao Tian closed his eyes, slowly digesting the news.
"If that's true, then it can only mean one thing," he said coldly as he opened his eyes, a look of disdain appearing on his face. "Ethan Ye's strength has regressed. Hmph! Indulging in debauchery, living in drunken fantasies, and even helping a tyrant—someone like that was never destined to go far. Ethan Ye, you're no longer worthy of being my opponent."
The black-clothed men nodded in unison.
"Since he's no longer a threat, we don't need to focus on him for now," Zhao Tian said firmly. "Put all our attention on Alex Lin. Monitor his every move closely. That man must never be underestimated—never."
"Yes, Dragon King!"
At this time, the two people closest to the storm were both lying in the hospital.
With the environment finally quiet, Alex Lin took advantage of the moment to renegotiate the value of the land with Chu Ruoxue.
After rounds of bargaining, the price was increased by only fifty million, bringing the total valuation to seven hundred million, recorded as equity.
The reason was simple—Chu Ruoxue wanted more financing from Alex Lin to help her company overcome its financial crisis.
According to their agreement, within three years, Chu Ruoxue could repeatedly borrow low-interest funds from Alex Lin, as long as the total outstanding amount never exceeded seven hundred million.
They could borrow many times, but the maximum debt at any moment could not surpass that figure.
If the money could not be repaid, the land would fully belong to Alex Lin.
After the negotiation ended, Chu Ruoxue stared at him irritably.
"Doing business with you is such a loss. After all that effort, the price only went up by fifty million."
"I'm the one taking the loss," Alex Lin retorted calmly. "I promised to provide up to seven hundred million in funding over three years. That means seven hundred million of my capital will be tied up. Do you know how much money I could make with that amount in the capital market?"
"You make money so fast anyway," Chu Ruoxue argued stubbornly. "What does losing a few hundred million in liquidity matter? That land is a gold mine. Once developed, it could generate billions every year."
"Who would ever嫌 money?" Alex Lin waved his hand. "I'm done arguing. I'm going to the hospital."
"The hospital?" Chu Ruoxue asked in concern. "Are you sick?"
Alex Lin shook his head. "I'm fine. But my brother Ethan was seriously injured and hospitalized. A few days ago, he was attacked by a group of unknown black-clothed people and nearly lost his life."
Chu Ruoxue clasped her hands together.
"May the heavens bless him."
"Are you praying for him?" Alex Lin asked.
"No," Chu Ruoxue replied coldly. "I'm giving thanks—thanking the heavens for granting my wish."
Alex Lin fell silent.