The Japanese ninja sneered and said in stiff Chinese: "You will never know."
As he spoke, the Japanese ninja bit the poison sac hidden in his tooth socket, and blood oozed out of his mask.
Soon, the Japanese ninja fell straight down.
Taking poison?
Mo Laishi showed a hint of surprise, walked over quickly, and took out a few silver needles from the cloth bag.
Morais took off his mask, inserted silver needles into several acupuncture points on the opponent's body, and then infused true energy into the silver needles.
After doing all this, Morais slapped his lower abdomen, and the ninja sat up straight again, spitting out a mouthful of dirty blood.
The eyes of the Japanese ninja were filled with confusion.
Am I not dead?
Why are you still here?
Mo Laishi grinned and said, "Didn't I just tell you that I am a doctor, and a doctor with profound medical skills. It's difficult for you to die in front of me."
The Japanese ninja was in despair. His hands were now disabled and he couldn't even commit suicide by seppuku.
He wanted to take poison, but was revived by the guy in front of him. How embarrassing for him.
"I advise you to speak up. Otherwise, no matter how tough you are, I will find a way to make you speak." Morais patted the Japanese ninja's shoulder as if he was persuading an old friend to be more open-minded.
But when he slapped him, the ninja immediately gasped in pain.
The ninja was silent for a moment, thinking that his mission had failed and that going back would mean death, so he made up his mind and said, "I told you, will you let me go?"
"Of course, I am the kindest person. If you don't believe me, you can go out and ask." Morais patted his chest and assured.
The ninja was silent for another moment before he spoke: "Actually, I don't know who the client is. Only the agent knows the other party's identity. We will kill whoever the organization tells us to kill."
Mo Laishi was unhappy when he heard this: "Brother, you are being disrespectful. You were pretending to be so serious just now, I thought you knew, but this is what happened?"
"I can tell you the organization I belong to and the characteristics of the agent." The Japanese ninja said with difficulty.
"That's fine, go ahead." Mo Laishi said generously.
"Our organization... is called the Skull and Bones Society, a worldwide assassin organization, and I... am just a C-level assassin in the Asian branch. Our agent this time... is a man with nine fingers, and he... told me about the hotel you are staying in." The Japanese ninja was already very weak due to the excessive pain and could faint at any time.
The man with nine fingers?
In other words, as long as I find this person, I will know who wants to kill me?
After pondering for a while, Morais wanted to ask something else.
It turned out that the Japanese ninja had fainted.
Morais shook his head and had to help him up. He opened the window of the room and jumped out holding the ninja.
The next few days were calm and there was no more assassination attempt on Morais. It was not known whether the client had given up on assassinating him or was plotting a bigger conspiracy.
On this day, Morais got up very early as usual.
But today is a little different.
Because Jishidiang has been renovated, today is the day of its reopening.
When Mo Laishi arrived at Jishidiang, Qiao De and Qiao Xun'er were already busy.
Joad's legs are now fully recovered. He can walk and run, and can even climb to the fifth floor in one breath.
When Qiao Xun'er saw Mo Laishi, she happily came forward to greet him.
"Brother Mo, you're here?" Qiao Xun'er said with a sweet smile.
Mo Laishi patted her head and smiled, "Are you busy so early?"
"Yes, someone sent a flower basket very early in the morning. We still have to worship the gods later, so we got up early." Qiao Xun'er said obediently.
Morais looked to both sides and found that there were indeed many flower baskets.
Some were sent by Jiang Feng and the Jiang family, some were sent by Lu Zhiyuan's family, some were sent by Ling Jianshe's family, and even Luo Sihai and Chu Xinran sent flower baskets.
The rest were gifts from neighbors.
At this moment, Qiao De also laughed and said, "Xiao Mo, this Jishitang is much better than the previous one. It must have cost a lot of money, right?"
The original Jishidiang was a two-story building with shops in front and residences in the back. The layout of the shops on this street is basically the same.
Jiang Feng directly bought the shop next door and connected the two shops and the residence.
The downstairs is a clinic and the upstairs is used for living.
Therefore, the store appears to be much larger and is beautifully decorated. All the furniture and medicine cabinets are custom-made from solid wood, making it as grand as it can be.
Qiao De was really worried that the one million that Morales had given him might not be enough to cover the renovation costs.
Mo Laishi smiled and said, "Mr. Qiao, you don't have to worry about the money. Someone has already paid it."
"This..." Old Qiao opened his mouth in surprise.
"Where's Dawei?" Mo Laishi asked, deliberately changing the subject of money.
"Boss, I'm here." Zhang Dawei trotted over.
Mo Laishi found that after not seeing Zhang Dawei for a few days, his steps had become steady and his body had become much stronger.
It seemed that the other party was practicing hard according to his instructions. Mo Laishi nodded with satisfaction.
"It's good that you're here. Go and help." Mo Laishi patted Zhang Dawei's shoulder.
"Okay!" Zhang Dawei grinned and agreed, then ran into the clinic.
Soon, several people set up a table in front of the entrance of Jishiditang, on which they placed a roasted suckling pig, an incense burner, and other offerings.
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