Han Li stood facing the crowd engaged in combat, back to the black bear. Though the bear moved with extraordinary quietness, it could not have escaped Han Li's keen hearing. When the bear came within mere steps of Han Li and launched a fierce, thunderous charge, Han Li subtly shifted his stance, suddenly appearing to face the bear, and smiled calmly at the charging creature. The bear was startled, yet by then it had already surged forward and could not retreat. With no choice, it roared loudly, extended its two massive, fur-covered hands, and grasped fiercely toward Han Li, praying that the young man might lack combat experience and be intimidated by his imposing presence, thus allowing him to secure an immediate advantage. Seeing the black giant still pressing forward with unwavering determination, Han Li's expression darkened suddenly, and in a single fluid motion, he vanished from the bear's sight. The black bear gasped, urgently halting his steps, eager to turn and flee. But suddenly, he felt a coolness at the back of his neck—a sharp, snow-white blade protruding from his throat, only to vanish again. With both hands pressed tightly against the bleeding spot at his throat, he tried to speak, but only managed a few dry roars before collapsing to the ground. He had now fully awakened to the truth—this young man was no mere fat lamb; he was a death-dealing king of the underworld. And his own little spirits, instead of being wise, had blindly stumbled into the hands of these underworld kings, thus sealing their own fate. Truly, they were making a self-destructive journey! Han Li had been observing Sun Er-gou's expressions with a calm, detached gaze. He noticed that the man possessed no martial skills at all and was now filled with intense fear, so he had little interest in personally dealing with him. "Qu Hun, kill him!" Finally, Han Li turned around and said calmly. "No, no! I surrender! I'm willing to offer all my wealth to the young lord. I'll serve you faithfully, like a donkey or a horse. I know all the major and minor news about Jia Yuan City—I can serve you wholeheartedly...!" As the towering figure, resembling a demon, advanced step by step toward him, Sun Er-gou collapsed to the ground, his words tumbling out in a frantic plea for mercy. "Hm!" Han Li had originally intended to ignore Sun Er-gou's words, but upon hearing that he was well-informed about the city's affairs, he felt a spark of interest. "Hold off for now," Han Li called out, stopping Qu Hun from twisting Sun Er-gou's neck, and then stepped forward a few paces to stand before the man. "Are you familiar with Jia Yuan City?" Han Li smiled warmly and asked with a kind demeanor. However, having just witnessed Han Li's ruthless efficiency, Sun Er-gou dared not show the slightest hesitation. He shook with excitement, speaking in a trembling voice, "Very familiar, extremely familiar! I've grown up in Jiayuan City since childhood, and I know every tree, every plant, every corner of the city like the back of my hand!" At that moment, he felt as though he had grasped a lifeline, eager to amplify his words tenfold so as to convince Han Li of his value. Upon hearing this response, Han Li stroked his nose thoughtfully, then tilted his head again, before pulling out a porcelain bottle from his sleeve. He poured out a white pill the size of a dragon eye and handed it to Sun Er-gou. "Either take it or die," Han Li said decisively. Sun Er-gou's hands, holding the pill, trembled slightly. He hesitated, gazing at the pill, but when his eyes met the cold, steady gaze across the table, he steadied himself and swallowed the pill with a gulp. "Now I'll believe you," Han Li said. Han Li nodded satisfiedly. "This medicine is called the Corroding Heart Pill—it's my personal secret formula. You must take it once a month; otherwise, your organs will gradually deteriorate and you'll die. I'm sure you're a sensible person and won't waver." Han Li spoke with a solemn, grave tone. Although Sun Er-Gou had anticipated the outcome, he still looked pale and mournful after hearing the nature of the pill. "Rest assured," Sun Er-Gou said, "as long as I help you settle all matters in Jia Yuan City, I'll completely eliminate this poison and restore you to your freedom. With your skills, I truly don't need you elsewhere." Han Li understood the principle of combining firmness with encouragement, and thus gave Sun Er-Gou a clear hope for relief. "Truly, sir!" Sun Er-Gou brightened slightly at this news. "I'll keep these silver coins for your use, and first handle the arrangements here. I don't want anyone to know what's happened here. Understand?" Han Li tossed a bundle of silver coins to Sun Er-gou and gave a calm, straightforward command. Sun Er-gou took the bag and gently weighed it—solid and heavy, likely containing well over a hundred pieces of loose silver. A pleased expression spread across his face; suddenly, he found it no burden at all to serve such a generous young man. "Please don't worry, sir," he said with a smooth, confident smile, patting his chest. "I'll handle everything here with care and ensure you won't face any trouble!" Han Li smiled and asked Qu Hun to carry the large bundle, slowly leaving the place. After walking a considerable distance, Han Li turned back to look at Sun Er-gou, who remained steadfastly in his place, watching him go with a loyal and sincere expression. "Interesting!" Han Li suddenly found this man quite engaging—most perceptive, and perhaps truly capable of making a significant contribution.