The boy in the wheelchair, wearing a silver wolf mask and a moon-white outfit, was the same boy An Yuan'er had met in Nanwu Town.
The newcomers came aggressively. The man in black following the wheelchair-bound boy raised two knives and held them to Lan Jingtang's neck.
"You should know why I'm here," the wheelchair-bound boy said, getting straight to the point.
Lan Jingtang may seem dull-witted and somewhat out of touch with worldly affairs, but he is not a fool.
Smart people don't need to use code words.
The enemy launched a surprise attack late at night, indicating they had already identified him.
"How can you be so sure that I can cure your leg ailment?"
The boy in the wheelchair gently tapped his hands on the wheelchair: "If even the Lan family, who possess the Lan family's secret medicine, Lan Yu Duanxu Ointment, is helpless, then I may be destined to never be able to walk again in this lifetime."
"Since you know I am a member of the Lan family, you should also know that the Lan family has a rule: we never easily help strangers. The Lan family's principle for saving lives is based on three words: 'compassion,' 'righteousness,' and 'profit.' I wonder, in your opinion, which of these three words do you conform to?"
The man in black pierced Lan Jingtang's neck a little deeper, and a bloody gash appeared instantly. A little deeper and the knife would have gone into his throat, potentially endangering his life.
"Dare to bargain with our young master? Watch your life. It's your honor to treat his leg ailment, so stop with the nonsense," the man in black threatened.
Lan Jingtang's face was grim, but he showed no fear despite the knife to his neck: "Do you dare kill me? If you kill me, your young master's leg..."
The boy in the wheelchair gestured with his eyes, and the man in black removed the knife that had been held to Lan Jingtang's neck.
Threats were useless to him.
The boy in the wheelchair remained calm, his voice low and slow as he spoke: "This is our first meeting, so naturally there's no room for sentiment. Loyalty is rare, and I have no connection with the Lan family. As for profit, however, I can offer you some assistance."
The masked boy wore a mask, so Lan Jingtang could only see the eyes beneath the wheelchair-bound boy's mask. Those eyes were sharp and piercing, their deep black glint seemingly capable of seeing through everything in the world. The boy before him was young, yet possessed extraordinary talent.
It's a pity that his leg was broken like this.
Although Lan Jingtang had this feeling, the Lan family had never been great philanthropists who saved the world.
He sighed, "It seems you know what I desire. However, this 'benefit' is not something you can simply offer because you wish to. I have no affinity with you; please leave!"
Lan Jingtang turned his back, his attitude resolute. "Wisdom inevitably leads to harm," he thought, and the person before him was destined to be that kind of person.
Just by looking at the mask, Lan Jingtang could sense the ruthlessness and cunning in the young man. This person had no emotion in his eyes, and this was not the kind of person Lan Jingtang liked.
"You brat, our young master said he'd help you, and you're still picking and choosing who to help you?"
"Young master, let me teach this fool a lesson."
The man in black, still furious, was itching to teach Lan Jingtang a lesson.
The wheelchair-bound boy watched Lan Jingtang's retreating figure, a murderous glint flashing in his eyes. But only for a moment, he chuckled and said, "Familiarity is a mysterious thing. If you don't have it today, you might have it another day."
Moonlight streamed in through the window, enveloping the boy in the wheelchair. For a moment, it was impossible to discern the boy's true intentions.
After a long silence, the boy in the wheelchair pushed open the door and left.
Before leaving, he left a message: "This leg has been damaged for several years, so there's no rush."
They came and went in a hurry, and no one knows what happened at this inn.
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