Clang.

Walking out of the entrance to the Heavenly Palace Clubhouse, Ye Chen casually tossed the two sets of keys straight into a nearby trash can.

This action left Zhang Jingshan and his group completely dumbfounded.

"Ye-ge, what are you doing?" Li Changfeng was the first to voice his confusion.

"Bad luck. I don't need them," Ye Chen said with a smile.

"Huh? Bad luck? How so? Even if you don't want them, selling them could fetch a good price! Ye-ge, don't worry. With me around, even if Feng Liang doesn't cooperate, he'll obediently transfer the ownership. Wouldn't selling them be a perfect way to annoy that lunatic?" Zhang Jingshan asked, bewildered.

"Transfer the ownership? I doubt he'll get the chance. He's destined for a bloody calamity—a major one. So why would I keep these keys? They're just bad luck," Ye Chen said with a thoughtful smile.

"Ye-ge, did you predict something about him?" Zhang Jingshan's breathing grew rapid as he asked further.

But Ye Chen merely chuckled and didn't elaborate.

Understanding Ye Chen's character, Zhang Jingshan wisely chose not to press the matter further. Instead, as if something had just come to mind, he exclaimed, "Oh, right, Ye-ge! Why didn't you let us bet alongside you on tonight's match? A scoreline of 7+! That would've been such an incredible payout!"

"Uh... I didn't place any bets either," Ye Chen said with a wry smile. "Like I said, I'm not into football, and I don't know much about it."

In reality, had Feng Liang not brought it up, Ye Chen might not have even recalled the result of the game from his past life.

After all, in his previous life, his interest in football was virtually nonexistent. It was only because the match result was so shockingly unprecedented, dominating news outlets and social media, that it managed to stick in his memory.

When Feng Liang's antics triggered this memory, there wasn't much time to act. While he could've asked Zhang Jingshan or Zhao Jiwei to place a bet on his behalf, how should he bet?

An entire billion on a 7+ scoreline? Or a heavy wager on another high-odds option? Even if he won, retrieving the money might have been a headache—and it could bring unnecessary trouble.

Sure, earning a few million or even tens of millions was feasible and safe. But after some consideration, Ye Chen decided it wasn't worth the risk. With sixty years' worth of future knowledge at his disposal, he wasn't lacking such a small amount.

More importantly, a big bet, whether at low odds or high odds, would likely attract unwanted attention. So, he dismissed the idea altogether.

After a bitter laugh, Ye Chen explained, "When that lunatic proposed the bet, my gut told me I couldn't lose. Besides, seeing how unlucky he looked, I decided to gamble with him for fun."

"A 7+ scoreline in a major competition like this? The odds are incredibly low. If you'd lost, wouldn't we really have had to perform a pole dance?" Xu Wenhui chimed in.

"If I lost, we'd dance. But we didn't, did we?" Ye Chen said with a playful smile.

"Ye-ge, is Feng Liang really going to have an accident?" Qi Yingzhe, the son of the district committee secretary, couldn't help but ask.

"Wait and see," Ye Chen replied ambiguously, shaking his head. "Alright, it's late. Let's go. If you trust me, don't go back there. That place might just become a disaster zone. Heh."

With that, Ye Chen walked toward his Mercedes-Benz G-Wagon.

Zhang Jingshan and Li Changfeng exchanged uneasy glances, their expressions heavy with concern.

For Ye Chen, who was practically a living prophet, to declare a place a disaster zone—it wasn't to be taken lightly. And judging from Ye Chen's tone, Feng Liang might face his calamity that very night.

While Zhao Jiwei, Xu Wenhui, and Qi Yingzhe thought Ye Chen's words were overly superstitious, Zhang Jingshan and Li Changfeng, having personally witnessed Ye Chen's predictions repeatedly come true, were certain Feng Liang was in serious trouble.

"Don't just stand there. Let's go. Ye-ge's advice is always spot-on," Zhang Jingshan urged, glancing at Xu Wenhui and Qi Yingzhe.

Though Zhang Jingshan looked down on the two, their fathers' respect for his grandfather meant he couldn't ignore them entirely. He added gravely, "Trust me—leave now."

"Hm..."

Though still skeptical and bewildered, Xu Wenhui and Qi Yingzhe followed suit, a decision that ultimately altered their fates.

Moments after Ye Chen's G-Wagon and Zhang Jingshan's car departed, several SUVs stormed to the entrance of the Heavenly Palace Clubhouse. A group of more than a dozen men, reeking of alcohol, poured out and charged into the members-only venue.

By the time Ye Chen's G-Wagon reached his apartment in the urban village, the place was shrouded in silence. This low-cost housing, mostly occupied by migrant workers, was dimly lit and eerily quiet.

Walking up the dark stairwell, Ye Chen began to ponder buying a house.

In truth, he'd been considering it since receiving the four hundred million yuan from Henda Group. Even purchasing a property worth tens of millions wouldn't affect his financial plans.

The only issue was how to convince Yi Nuo to accept it. What would he say to persuade her? Ye Chen couldn't help but feel a headache brewing.

But regardless, he was determined not to let his wife and daughter continue living in such poor conditions. Previously, he had no choice due to financial constraints. But now, with billions in hand, staying in a place like this felt like a disgrace to his conscience.

Returning home deep in thought, Ye Chen found that Chen Yi Nuo and Ye Youyou had already gone to bed. On the table, a conspicuous thermos cup caught his attention. Beneath it was a note.

Picking it up, Ye Chen read the words: The thermos has honey water. It'll help with the alcohol.

His hands trembled slightly, and a warm smile appeared on his face, though his eyes grew misty.

With a sparkle in his eyes, Ye Chen unscrewed the lid and drank every last drop. Turning toward Chen Yi Nuo's room, he whispered softly, "Thank you, wife."

He then tiptoed to the bathroom for a quiet shower, careful not to disturb his wife and daughter. Afterward, he silenced his phone and drifted into a peaceful sleep.

When he woke up, his phone was flooded with missed calls—not only from Zhang Jingshan, Li Changfeng, and Zhao Jiwei but also two unlisted numbers, likely from Xu Wenhui and Qi Yingzhe.

He didn't bother calling them back. It was obvious something had gone down at the Heavenly Palace Clubhouse.

After dropping off his wife and daughter, Ye Chen switched his phone back to normal mode. The ringtone rang almost immediately.

Sighing, Ye Chen answered, "Don't you sleep? Even if you don't, spare a thought for me. Calling non-stop from 5 AM? Give me a break!"

But on the other end, Zhang Jingshan's voice trembled as he exclaimed, "Ye-ge, something big happened! A disaster!"