You Call This Guy a Tavern Owner?

Ye Lan returned to the country and opened a bar directly across from the police station. Everyone assumed he'd only made a little money overseas. But only he knew what kind of power he'd gained during those three years abroad, and what it meant to be the thirteenth godfather of the Twelve Houses, the head of the Black Flag. At first, Ye Lan only wanted to carry out the "Upside-Down Boots" plan he'd devised years ago, then disappear quietly. But on opening day, his old classmate Lin Yue and Shi Qing, a forensic pathologist, came knocking. Three days later, a vagrant's body appeared beneath the archway at the street corner. Stitches around the waist, a severed windpipe, needle marks from blood extraction... The killer's methods looked just like the work of a trained professional assassin. "Ye Lan, do you have anything to do with this case?" "I'm just a bar owner. What could I have to do with it?" Lin Yue checked his surveillance footage, while Shi Qing probed into his background. Ye Lan was investigating too: what had really caused the old case, and whether his plan could still go ahead. Then four wealthy families were wiped out overnight, and blueprints for manufacturing firearms went missing. Shi Qing's gaze on him began to look more and more like she was looking at a suspect. "Ye Lan, who are you, really?" Ye Lan raised his glass and took a small sip. "Take a guess." I'm just a bar owner. Anyone who won't let me live in peace, I'll send packing first.