"Next." Manager Zhang, still warm from the heat, happily accepted someone's money and immediately called out.
"Where are you injured? Is it on your face too?" Zhou Fu asked, looking at the man who came in carrying a knife.
"It's a birthmark on your face," the man with the knife said, shaking his head.
"He hurt his hand." Just then, Wang Han, who hadn't spoken until now, spoke again. Hearing Wang Han speak, the man with the knife was momentarily excited, but he quickly composed himself, exuding confidence. The surrounding people also perked up. They all knew this was Wang Han's second time speaking; the first time, he had chosen a guard.
Manager Zhang immediately became more attentive, carefully observing the man holding the knife.
"You hurt your hand, let me see?" Zhou Fu said after hearing Wang Han's words.
Upon hearing this, the man with the knife immediately stretched out his hand and placed it on the table. Half of the back of his hand was covered in bruises.
"A bruise? How did you get this injury?" Upon seeing it, Zhou Fu examined it carefully but couldn't figure out how it happened, so he immediately asked. Through observation, listening, questioning, and palpation, the same injury, caused by different reasons, will naturally have some subtle differences.
"Of course it was from hitting someone. Only the back of his hand was injured, or rather, only the knuckles were injured. He's quite capable, fighting for so long, knocking down quite a few people, and still managing to avoid being hit in the chaos. Go report to Manager Zhang! On the table is a special medicine for treating injuries; it not only heals but also strengthens the body. Give him the medicine as prescribed, and the cost will be deducted from his monthly salary." Wang Han spoke again. As soon as he finished speaking, a bud sprouted from the solid wood table, and the bud quickly grew into a palm-sized leaf. The veins on the leaf were clearly rows of characters.
"Thump..." The humble Yang Zhi thanked General Shenwei for his appreciation. Almost the instant Wang Han finished speaking, Yang Zhi knelt down with a thud on the rattan hanging chair where Wang Han was.
"This guy named Yang Zhi is going to rise to prominence." The people around them started talking. Wang Han's words not only confirmed Yang Zhi's identity as a bodyguard, but also prescribed a special medicine for Yang Zhi, making his intention to promote him all too clear.
"Get up and report to Manager Zhang. Although I've chosen you, whether you can become the head guard of my compound is still uncertain," Wang Han said in a calm voice.
"I will certainly not disappoint General Shenwei." Upon hearing this, Yang Zhi immediately said, and without further ado, he got up and went to Manager Zhang's side, standing with the man who had been chosen earlier.
"My name is Zhang Yong," Manager Zhang said to Yang Zhi with a slightly ingratiating tone, then called out to the people behind him, "Next."
Everyone knows that as long as Yang Zhi doesn't make any mistakes, he's bound to rise to prominence.
"This is also a sprain or bruise." After examining the injury and asking a few questions, Zhou Fu finally spoke to the pale-faced, thin man.
“It’s not just bruises and sprains.” Just as the man was about to take out his money in disappointment, Wang Han’s voice rang out again.
"Thump." Upon hearing Wang Han speak again, the man became excited and, like Yang Zhi, knelt down with a thud. Everyone around immediately noticed.
"He also has syphilis," Wang Han's calm voice rang out again. He then asked the lean man, "Is it treatable?"
"Pfft." Hearing Wang Han's next words, the people who had been paying close attention couldn't help but laugh. No one doubted that Wang Han was lying, and their gazes towards the man became inexplicable.
"Tch..." Zhou Fu's face immediately turned red. A venereal disease, and he's supposed to cure it? What a joke.
"Cure it." Hearing this, the man blushed but quickly replied. Even if he couldn't become a bodyguard, it would be good if he could be cured of his venereal disease.
"Whoosh." The man had barely finished speaking when a flame suddenly ignited in his groin, burning fiercely.
"Ah..." the man screamed in agony. He frantically pounded on the flames with his hands, but no matter how hard he tried, the fire didn't diminish in the slightest.
Upon seeing this, the people around immediately brought their legs together and covered their crotches with their hands.
"He's cured. The best way to treat this venereal disease is through burning to achieve a permanent cure. It eradicates both the root and the cause." Wang Han's words rang out again, and the man's screams abruptly ceased as if someone had choked him. Everyone around broke out in a cold sweat.
“This man is a womanizer who has drugged and harmed many people. Constable, send him to the authorities for prosecution! For someone who ruins a life like this, death is just a quick death for him,” Wang Han said again.
"Yes." Upon hearing this, several constables maintaining order immediately stepped forward. One of them roughly grabbed the man's hand and broke both of his arms with a single force. Clearly, they had grasped the key point in Wang Han's words: a few words meant to make him wish he were dead. Not only the constables understood the key point in Wang Han's words, but many people in line also understood. As the constables carried the man out, they didn't hesitate to act, some even putting on a very agitated performance, as if they harbored a deep and irreconcilable hatred. In reality, most of their actions were simply to appease Wang Han's mood.
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