Ye Guan was at a complete loss for words. Getting tattoos to intimidate people? He’s a genius!

The young man’s voice trembled. “So you’re this strong, Young Lord Ye…”

“I’m just alright,” replied Ye Guan.

After a few moments of hesitation, the young man asked, “Can you let me live?”

“You want me to spare your life?” Ye Guan asked.

The young man nodded vigorously.

“I’ll let you live if you promise to help me with something,” Ye Guan said.

“Pray tell!” said the young man.

Ye Guan stared intently at the young man and said, “I want you to return to Sin City and let people know that I’m heavily injured after repelling Ji Xuan.”

The young man froze, and then he exclaimed in astonishment, “Ah! Are you perhaps trying to trick—”

He abruptly stopped talking.

“You have a problem with that?” Ye Guan threatened.

The young man quickly shook his head and replied, “No!”

“Go ahead, then!” Ye Guan said. Fortunately,...