"Yes... but Third Young Master, are we really going to deploy the Shadow Guards?" Zhang Qiang asked again, confirming, "If the Shadow Guards are deployed, something big is going to happen."
"Move out! All Shadow Guards, move out! Fight Ye Xingchen to the death!" Na San Shao roared.
Star Group, Basement 1 Security Base.
Ye Xingchen has already bought this office building and renovated the basement to serve as his secret base.
Ling Yan has already come knocking on Ye Xingchen's door. She brought him quite a surprise: Canglang's individual combat equipment has been delivered.
"Wasn't it supposed to be ten sets? Why are thirty sets being delivered?" Ye Xingchen was both surprised and delighted.
“I forced my grandfather to give them to me.” Ling Yan smiled slightly: “Ten sets is a bit stingy.”
"Thank you, Miss Ling, you've really helped me a lot." Ye Xingchen was overjoyed.
"Why are you being so polite with me?" Ling Yan rolled her eyes at him and then laughed, "I've helped you so much, how are you going to thank me?"
"I'll treat you to dinner another day, and... go on a date with you?" Ye Xingchen chuckled awkwardly.
"You said it, don't go back on your word later." Ling Yan smiled slightly, then she beckoned, "Lower your head a little."
"What are you doing?" Ye Xingchen lowered his head, puzzled.
Ling Yan grabbed a pair of scissors, cut off a lock of his hair, and then wrapped it up.
"What are you doing?" Ye Xingchen asked, both amused and exasperated.
"According to the rules of our Ling family, anyone who marries a woman from our Ling family must leave behind a lock of hair," Ling Yan said triumphantly, wrapping her hair up.
"What kind of rule is this? Besides, we...we're not even close to being together yet." Ye Xingchen was speechless.
"It's only a matter of time," Ling Yan chuckled.
"Boss, we've counted all thirty sets of the same individual combat gear as the Canglang. But what about ammunition resupply?" Zhou Dazhu and several loyal subordinates had already finished counting.
His main concern was the issue of ammunition consumption. After all, Canglang's equipment was not like ordinary guns, and he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to get the same type of ammunition.
"Don't worry about that. Just go to the Canglang base and ask Li Chengyun for it. He can write a report if you need anything," Ling Yan said.
"Alright, thank you, Miss Ling." Zhou Dazhu was overjoyed; Jiaolong had now grown to fifty people.
A large portion of them are retired personnel from the Canglang (a military unit), while the rest are special forces or reconnaissance soldiers retired from various war zones. They have integrated very quickly and are now eager to go on missions.
After spending some time in the security department, fiddling with guns for a while, and seeing Ling Yan off, he returned to the company.
"Ye Xingchen, someone is looking for you," Yun Ruoyan called out to him.
"who?"
“Sato Matsuichi, President of Dongying Nico Technology Co., Ltd.” Yun Ruoyan said.
“Nico? The Sato family?” Ye Xingchen’s eyes flashed with a cold light: “What is their relationship with that war criminal who invaded China back then?”
“Sato Matsuichi is one of the war criminals who invaded China more than seventy years ago, and the grandson of Sato Heie,” Yun Ruoyan said solemnly.
Ye Xingchen remained silent. The Sato family were staunch anti-China elements, and their ancestor, Sato Hirae, was a notorious war criminal.
He single-handedly founded a biological warfare unit and the Kamikaze Battalion, composed of the "Nine Residences First Class" of the Japanese Feng Shui school.
Needless to say, the biological warfare unit, while the Divine Wind Battalion composed of the Nine Chrysanthemums, is mainly dedicated to plundering China's natural treasures and disrupting its feng shui and fortune.
Although Japan announced its surrender, the biological warfare unit and the Kamikaze battalion eventually merged, and the Sato family formed Nico, which continued to serve the Emperor.
"Let's go see them. What are they here for?" Ye Xingchen asked.
"Seek medical help," Yun Ruoyan uttered.
In the VIP room, a chubby Japanese man was waiting.
He was Sato Matsuichi, who looked to be in his forties. He was sitting on the sofa with a set of Yixing teapots in front of him.
"Mr. Ye, I've long admired your name." Sato Matsu raised his head and offered Ye Xingchen a cup of tea.
"I won't drink the tea. This is my company. You're overstepping your bounds. Just tell me why you're here," Ye Xingchen said calmly.
He had no goodwill toward the Japanese, especially since the man in front of him was a descendant of a war criminal.
“Hehe, I lived in China with my father for a period of time and I really like Chinese culture. Tea ceremony is one of the Chinese cultural practices I have learned.” Sato said with a smile, “Moreover, my grandfather also set foot on this land.”
"Shut up." Ye Xingchen shouted, his powerful aura instantly making Sato Matsu gasp for breath.
"Baka..." Five ninjas behind Sato Matsuichi stepped forward, ready to attack.
Ye Xingchen's expression was tense. If these bastards dared to make a move, he would step into the Heavenly Realm and kill them all.
"How dare you be disrespectful to Mr. Ye? Step back." Sato Matsuichi breathed a sigh of relief and ordered the five ninjas to leave.
“Mr. Ye, no offense intended. I have come to you today seeking medical treatment.” Sato Matsuichi bowed deeply. “I have heard that your medical skills are superb. You cured the Ning family head’s ALS and cured Mr. Zhou, the gambling king of the Australian Peninsula, of his leg ailment.”
"And there's also the Soul-Locking Pill, capable of bringing the dead back to life. He's truly a divine healer. I suffer from a chronic illness..."
"Have you seen a traditional Chinese medicine doctor?" Ye Xingchen glanced at him.
"I've seen it. I went to see the director of a major hospital, the legendary doctor Yuan Zhengde, and he said..."
Before he could finish speaking, Ye Xingchen interrupted him: "Did he say that, judging from your pulse, your pulse is on your skin, sometimes appearing and sometimes disappearing, indicating extreme heat in the three yangs, depletion of yin fluids, boiling saliva, and loss of breath?"
"Yes, yes, that's what he said. Mr. Ye, you can tell?" Sato held his breath and looked at Ye Xingchen in disbelief.
He had once consulted the renowned doctor Yuan Zhengde, who only gave him this incoherent speech, saying that there was no cure.
Ye Xingchen was able to accurately describe Sato's pulse without taking it or using any other diagnostic methods, which made Sato feel that he had come to the right place.
“This is the ‘Boiling Cauldron’ pulse among the Seven Deadly Pulses, which is diagnosed as a condition of blood stasis in the heart meridian. You often experience palpitations and shortness of breath, and in severe cases, your heart feels like it is being stabbed, and you may even go into shock,” Ye Xingchen said. “Moreover, it gets worse every year. If you hadn’t been taking a special medicine, you probably would have died a year ago.”
"But your special medicine only treats the symptoms, not the root cause. It can only temporarily alleviate the symptoms, not cure the disease. Moreover, as you get older and your drug resistance increases, you will definitely die within three years at most."
"Sato Matsuichi, I beg Mr. Ye to treat me." Sato stood up and bowed deeply to Ye Xingchen.
"I can cure your illness, and it's very simple," Ye Xingchen smiled slightly. "But I can't find a reason to cure you."
"Why? I can give you enough money for the consultation, and you can name any conditions you want. As long as you can cure my illness, I will agree to any conditions you set." Sato Matsuichi said as if he had grasped at a straw.
"Sorry, even if you give me your entire Sato family, I still won't cure you." Ye Xingchen sneered, "As for why, you can go to the underworld and ask your late grandfather, Sato Hirae."
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