"We initially thought this was just a regular case, but after Section Chief Wang arrived, I realized that Lang Kun we arrested was not merely involved in trafficking cultural relics—it’s not that simple. The robbers in the shopping mall didn’t just intend to free Lang Kun either. It involves an organization called Maple Leaf, which has drawn the attention of the Special Security Agency. As for other reasons, I’m not aware."

"Maple Leaf Organization? What is that? I’ve never heard of it," Yang Bingning asked.

"It’s a very mysterious organization; I don’t know the specifics. Just remember to cooperate with them, and leave the rest, as it’s not something we can interfere with."

Hong Zhentao spoke indifferently.

After leaving the Charm Miri Bar, Ye Luo returned to Luo Jingxuan’s villa. She was wearing a yoga outfit and sat on a yoga mat, performing yoga exercises.

The form-fitting yoga suit showcased Luo Jingxuan’s devilish figure to its fullest, filled with a different kind of allure, especially her advanced yoga poses, which were even more astounding.

"You’re back!"

As Ye Luo walked in, Luo Jingxuan said lightly.

"Mm."

Ye Luo nodded, took a seat on the couch, picked up an apple, and started munching on it while appreciating the various tempting yoga poses of Luo Jingxuan.

Realizing Ye Luo’s gaze, Luo Jingxuan’s face blushed slightly, and she stood up, saying, "Let’s continue with some other training. There’s a banquet in three days, which Ling Qingya will attend. It will be your first meeting with Ling Qingya as the Young Master of the Ye Family. I hope you won’t disappoint me."

"Don’t worry, I’m quite confident about this task," Ye Luo said with a smile.

"Is that so? You’ll find out in time."

Luo Jingxuan smiled but did not continue.

Night fell, and another day passed very quickly.

In Zhonghai, within that mysterious room, several figures gathered.

"Four D-level organization experts couldn’t take on a twenty-year-old kid. Don’t you find that disgraceful?" a man in black with a grim face coldly said.

"Sir, this youngster is extraordinary, probably no ordinary person. Thankfully, you commanded someone to assist, and they killed him in time; otherwise, some matters concerning the organization could have been leaked."

Another figure spoke in a deep voice.

"Hmph, regardless of leaks, this youngster must die. Besides, people from the Special Security Agency have already arrived. We must act swiftly to rescue Lang Kun and find that item; otherwise, if the Special Security Agency discovers it, we’ll face greater trouble," the man with a cold face commanded sternly.

"Yes, sir, rest assured, we will rescue Lang Kun as soon as possible. As for the youngster, I’ve already arranged for Hei Ying to take action. He is a genius among the C-rank and is about to become an expert of the B-rank. He should have no problem handling that youngster," another middle-aged man said.

"I don’t want to hear the word ’failure’ again this time."

The man in black declared chillingly.

After dinner, Ye Luo returned to his room to practice the Nine Yang Mystic Art. His body emitted bursts of yellow light, and he absorbed nature’s spiritual energy, transforming it into Nine Yang True Qi.

"I wonder when I’ll be able to break through to the Innate Realm?"

Ye Luo murmured to himself. As he advanced to the third level of the Nine Yang Mystic Art, he could feel that he was only a hair’s breadth away from the Innate Realm, which could be described as being on the threshold of innateness.

In Huaxia’s martial arts, there are the Acquired Realm and the Innate Realm, each divided into the Early Stage, Middle Stage, Late Stage, and Peak. Of course, there are also cases like Ye Luo, who is on the verge of stepping into another major realm—the threshold state.

Only by stepping into the Acquired Realm could one truly enter the path of martial arts. The four fellows he’d taken care of before had just stepped into the Early Stage of the Acquired Realm, which is why he dealt with them with ease.

Ye Luo had been cultivating for over a decade now, leveraging his great talent to reach his current realm, but stepping into the Innate Realm was extremely difficult, let alone the realms beyond it which were unclear to him.

These realms were all taught by his master, that old man. As for guessing how far the old man had reached, he was unable to tell; however, according to his guess, the other’s strength must have already stepped into the Peak of the Innate Realm, otherwise, how could he be so brutally defeated every time?

"Hmph, old man, wait till I step into the Peak of the Innate Realm, I’ll definitely have to put you in your place and let you experience the taste of being trampled underfoot."

Ye Luo thought to himself secretly, only to realize how laughable his thought was when he actually reached that realm.

The next day, as the sun rose, soft golden rays shone upon the vast lands of Zhonghai.

Ye Luo once again rose early, invigorated despite a night of sparse sleep due to his cultivation.

However, right after he stepped out of his room, he saw Yan Ling rush out with a look of urgency, preparing to leave.

"What’s wrong, Sister Yan?"

"Meili Bar has been smashed up, several waitstaff got injured and were sent to the hospital," Yan Ling said somberly.

"What? That guy is so despicable," Ye Luo’s face changed.

"I don’t know, I’m going to check it out," Yan Ling replied, putting on her shoes.

"Wait for me, I’m coming too."

Ye Luo rushed to speak up.

Upon reaching Meili Bar, both Ye Luo and Yan Ling were greeted with a scene of devastation. Tables and chairs within the bar were all smashed, the drinks at the bar were shattered, and the floor was littered with glass shards and spilled alcohol, accompanied by several bloodstains. A few waitstaff, their faces pale from fright, were still present.

Seeing Yan Ling arrive, they all heaved a sigh of relief.

"Who did this?" Yan Ling asked, her expression extremely ugly.

"Madame, it was Guang Liang’s men. They smashed the bar without a word and injured several of our staff," said one of the bar’s waitstaff, looking to Yan Ling.

"How are they now?"

"They’ve been taken to the hospital, but thankfully, the injuries aren’t too serious."

"Alright, I understand. I’ll go to the hospital later to check on them," Yan Ling said indifferently.

"Sister Yan, do you know where that bald man lives?"

At this moment, Ye Luo spoke up with a cold voice, his expression showing a hint of iciness.

"What are you going to do? Don’t be impulsive!"

Yan Ling’s expression changed, and she spoke to Ye Luo hurriedly.

"Don’t worry, of course, I won’t be impulsive. Impulsiveness is the devil. I just want to have a talk with him about the compensation needed for the destruction of the bar, that’s all," Ye Luo said, restoring a slight smile to his face.

"But still..." Yan Ling looked at Ye Luo with some worry.