“Of course, there’s more than just this one place, but you shouldn’t ask about things that aren’t your business.” Sang Qing said, opening a door and walking in before leaning back in a chair.
He took out a pill, tilted his head back and swallowed it, then closed his eyes and lay back in the chair, revealing a slightly intoxicated expression.
Ye Xingchen didn't know what this thing was, but it wasn't hard to tell from the guy's expression that it was a hallucinogen.
Sang Qing is a complete scoundrel. He does drugs, drinks, and plays around with women. He has taken at least ten lives. He's the kind of person who enjoys life and lives as long as he can.
Suddenly, his body shuddered and began to convulse violently. He swayed and collapsed to the ground with a thud, foaming at the mouth.
"Brother Qing, what's wrong, Brother Qing?" Several underlings rushed forward and tried to help him up.
"Call the doctor, quick!" someone shouted towards the door.
"Don't touch him." Ye Xingchen stopped his underlings and then straightened Sang Qing's body on the ground.
"What the hell do you want? Let go of Brother Qing!" one of the henchmen cursed.
Ye Xingchen ignored him. Sang Qing's nerves had been stimulated by the pills. If he didn't get treatment in time, he would kick the bucket soon.
He took out several gold needles and began to perform acupuncture on Sang Qing. As long as his body was stabilized, there shouldn't be any major problems.
However, his underlings were not happy about it, since Ye Xingchen and Sang Qing had never gotten along.
"I'm asking you a question, what the hell are you doing?" One of the henchmen kicked Ye Xingchen.
Ye Xingchen was performing acupuncture when he saw a strong gust of wind coming from behind him. He slapped the air with his right hand and struck back with a palm.
Thump... Ye Xingchen swept the underling seven or eight meters away with a single palm strike.
"Go! Kill this kid!" Sang Qing's henchmen were furious. They grabbed their weapons and rushed forward, ready to fight Ye Xingchen to the death.
Ye Xingchen finished inserting the needles, glancing at the approaching group, then swept his right hand across...
A gust of wind rose, and a group of henchmen screamed as Ye Xingchen knocked them back a great distance.
With a series of dull thuds, the small room was instantly swept clean.
Just then, several men carrying AK47s rushed over and got into position to fire.
"Stop... all of you, stop the fuck!" Just then, Sang Qing struggled to get up from the ground.
"Brother Qing, are you alright? This kid was about to kill you." One of the henchmen quickly stepped forward to help Sang Qing up.
"Go to hell, are you even educated? That's acupuncture." Sang Qing slapped his underling across the face. "If Ye Cheng hadn't saved me, I would be dead now. Get out of here."
"This..." The underling was stunned for a moment, then Shouhe waved for the people behind him to back down, but he glared at Ye Xingchen hatefully and attributed the slap he had received to Ye Xingchen.
Sang Qing plopped down in the chair, then picked up the cup and took a few sips of water.
He pressed his chest for a long time before finally letting out a long breath and calming down.
"Damn it, I just went through hell." Sang Qing gasped for breath.
"You have a heart condition?" Ye Xingchen glanced at Sang Qing: "In this state, smoking, drinking, and using marijuana, you really want to die sooner than expected."
"Heh, don't think you have the right to lecture me just because you saved me." Sang Qing sneered, "I'm just a worthless life anyway, the sooner I die, the sooner I'll be reborn."
"Whatever. If that's really what you think, I wouldn't have saved you earlier." Ye Xingchen sneered. Damn it, ungrateful?
"So what if you saved me? Don't think I'll be grateful just because you did that." Sang Qing stared coldly at Ye Xingchen and said, "Who asked you to save me?"
"I came with you. If you suddenly die, I'll be in deep trouble no matter what I do," Ye Xingchen said calmly. "And it will also be suspected of being Kun Ge's doing. Do you think I'm stupid? If you want to die, just wait a while and don't involve me."
Sang Qing didn't speak. He turned his head, unscrewed a bottle of wine, poured himself a glass, and gulped it down.
He looked up at Ye Xingchen and said, "I remember what happened just now. I owe you my life. I'll pay you back when I have the chance."
"No need," Ye Xingchen shook his head and said, "Saving you was just a small favor."
“I’m a villain. If you save me, I’ll hurt even more people,” Sang Qing sneered.
"Who among the people who come here isn't a bad person?" Ye Xingchen said calmly. "Do you think I'm a good person?"
“At least you and I are not the same kind of people, don’t deny it.” Sang Qing said, “People are different. I can see that you have other purposes for coming here.”
Ye Xingchen didn't say anything. Damn it, the people around Liu Kun are all incredibly shrewd. Chen Ye had already felt there was something wrong with him, and now Sang Qing felt the same way.
"Why aren't you saying anything? Feeling guilty?" Sang Qing chuckled. "I don't care who you are or what your purpose is. Don't think I'm exposing you. Liu Kun trusts you completely right now. He won't listen to anything I say. I won't make a fool of myself."
"Say what you will," Ye Xingchen said. "The innocent are innocent, but you, your heart condition is quite serious. If this continues, I don't think you'll live more than three years."
"So what if I die? I'm just a worthless life anyway." Sang Qing downed his drink in one gulp: "I've lived for so many years, it's a bonus. So what if I die? I have no attachments in this world anyway."
"But you, you have quite a few secrets. You're strong, you understand metaphysics, and now you even know medicine? Someone like you could do anything in society and still succeed. Why are you risking your life here?"
Ye Xingchen was speechless. The background he had fabricated seemed flawless, but he did not expect that because he was too strong and knew too much, he would reveal a flaw.
Yeah, if someone as capable as him is really capable, what couldn't he do? Why would he choose to become a drug dealer in a chaotic place like the border?
“There are just too many rules in this world. I feel like these rules are like heavy shackles on me.” Ye Xingchen thought for a moment and gave a reason that was somewhat plausible: “It’s different here. There are no rules here. The strong are respected. I came here to release the shackles that are weighing me down.”
Sang Qing glanced at Ye Xingchen, and he was fairly satisfied with Ye Xingchen's answer.
Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his chest. Having just recovered, he felt another wave of intense heart pain due to the stimulation of alcohol.
Ye Xingchen stepped forward, gently pressed on his chest, and then transferred a wisp of true energy to him.
Sang Qing let out a long breath; Ye Xingchen's casual pressure had instantly calmed him down.
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