Chapter 223 He's Provoked an International Big Shot! [2 Updates]
"I'm not afraid of pain." Wen Tinglan paused for a moment. "I'm afraid you'll suffer."
Ying Zijin paused in her hand as she set his bones.
Her fingers tightened, and her eyelashes drooped: "No more."
After thinking for a moment, Ying Zijing patted her pocket and actually found the last piece of candy.
She took out the candy and handed it to Wen Tinglan: "Suck on it."
Wen Tinglan took it, tore open the candy wrapper, and put the candy in her mouth.
It was at this time.
"Snap!"
It's the sound of bones moving.
Just hearing that sound was enough to make one feel pain.
But Wen Tinglan didn't utter a single sound.
“A real man.” Ying Zijing stood up, patted his shoulder, and chuckled, “He’s always been, even more capable than his sister.”
Wen Tinglan wiped the sweat from his forehead, still worried: "Sister, you should leave here. The Fang family is not someone to be trifled with!"
He knew his sister was very skilled.
But the Fang family is very powerful, how could they possibly defeat them?
"It's nothing," Ying Zijin said calmly. "You should rest first, and then go to the hospital again when you get back."
She then turned her head to look at her private doctor, whose legs were trembling uncontrollably, and took two steps forward.
With a thud, the private doctor collapsed to the ground.
“It has nothing to do with me!” His voice trembled. “I was just employed by the Fang family, and I was doing everything according to the head of the family’s orders! I had no choice in the matter!”
Ying Zijing raised her hand, grasped the private doctor's shoulder, and used force to make him stand up.
“I’m a doctor too.” Her voice was low and cold as she chuckled softly. “I know where a break will cause more pain.”
Before the private doctor could react, a crisp "crack" was heard—the sound of bone breaking.
The pain spread instantly, piercing my heart and lungs.
The private doctor couldn't help but let out a scream, his forehead beaded with cold sweat from the pain.
Then, the girl seemed to use very little force, simply tapping a few spots on his body with her finger.
In an instant, the pain intensified.
The private doctor had no idea why this was happening; he only felt as if his internal organs were all tangled up, and his vision went black.
Ying Zijin released his shoulder.
Without support, the private doctor collapsed against the wall, unable to breathe.
Ying Zijing finally turned her head and looked at Fang Ruotong, who had a terrified expression.
She nodded slightly, her voice calm: "You want his bone marrow?"
"W-what?" Fang Ruotong took a step back. "Don't tell me you're planning to attack me too?"
She was terrified, but still tried to appear tough, pointing her finger at the girl: "Do you know who my father is? The head of the Fang family! If you lay a hand on me, you're offending the entire Fang family!"
"No matter how good you are at fighting, you're doomed!"
Because of Fang Zhicheng's way of doing things, the Fang family has many enemies, and Fang Ruotong has met them before.
She was even nearly kidnapped once.
What kind of vicious people hasn't she seen?
What power could a girl younger than her possibly have?
Hearing Fang Ruotong's words, Wen Tinglan's heart tightened again: "Sister!"
"I don't need your money." Ying Zijin grabbed Fang Ruotong's wrist. "Also, don't point your finger at me."
Before Fang Ruotong could answer or understand the meaning of the first sentence, a sharp pain shot through her wrist.
She screamed, "Let go! Let go!"
Even though she developed leukemia from radiation and her body often aches, she had never experienced such pain before.
It felt like the pain went right to my bones, through my heart and lungs.
No matter what, Fang Ruotong is just a 19-year-old girl who has been pampered by Fang Zhicheng since she was a child.
Because she had been out of school for a year, she was not mature enough and had never seen anything like this before.
Fang Ruotong was so frightened that she burst into tears, sobbing uncontrollably, screaming, "What are you doing?! What are you doing?! It hurts so much, it hurts so much!"
"You still have the strength to speak," Ying Zijing said calmly. "It seems you're not in much pain."
She leaned down slightly, her eyes cold and fierce: "You haven't answered my question yet. You want my brother's bone marrow?"
"I don't want it anymore!" Fang Ruotong cried loudly. "I don't want treatment anymore, please let me go."
“You break one of his legs, I’ll break both of your arms.” Ying Zijin released Fang Ruotong unhurriedly. “Don’t cry. You’re three years older than him. Be strong.”
She stopped looking at Fang Ruotong and turned around: "Xiao Lan, let's go first, Dad is getting impatient."
Both of them kept it a secret from Wen Fengmian without prior arrangement.
Wen Tinglan hesitated for a moment, then stood up and followed.
But after taking only two steps, he was surprised to find that his legs were no different from before.
Now, he could run 1000 meters without any problem.
Although Wen Tinglan was born with a tall and straight figure, he was not physically strong because he had been sickly since childhood.
He doesn't have the talent for playing basketball, which is something most boys possess.
Wen Tinglan pursed her lips: "Sis, does Norton University offer any combat courses?"
"Hmm?" Ying Zijin saw through her thoughts at a glance. "Yes, combat is a required course. As long as you are from an S-level or higher department, you will learn it."
After all, Norton University sometimes sends its students out to do things that require a certain level of skill.
Wen Tinglan breathed a slight sigh of relief: "Then I must study hard."
"Okay." Ying Zijing didn't say anything. "Let's go."
**
The siblings came into the courtyard.
Fang Zhicheng is still under the control of the Yizi team members.
He saw Wen Tinglan walking out, realizing that Fang Ruotong's surgery must have failed, and his face turned pale with anger.
“Miss Ying, we have already called people from the headquarters in the capital to come over,” the captain said. “They are already on a helicopter and will be here in forty minutes at most.”
There's no need to investigate now, but the fact that Fang Zhicheng secretly installed weapons in the manor is enough to seal off the entire Fang family.
“Then you stay here.” Ying Zijing nodded slightly. “I’ll head back to Shanghai first.”
She lifted her foot and took a step forward, but her body swayed.
"Miss Ying!"
"sister!"
The expressions of the people around him all changed.
"I'm fine." Ying Zijing stopped and leaned against a nearby street lamp. "I've been too exhausted. I'll rest for two minutes."
It didn't take much effort to actually do anything; the main thing was getting on the road.
The internal energy within a martial artist's body is actually no different from the internal force used in ancient light-body skills depicted in TV dramas.
It will consume light.
Now that her internal energy is depleted, she can't guarantee that she can successfully take Wen Tinglan away from Ningchuan.
after all--
Ying Zijing slowly raised her head and looked ahead.
There was no one in sight, but a sound came first.
"Hey, Fang Zhicheng, what happened to you? You called me here to inspect the goods?"
After saying this, the speaker slowly turned around from the side path.
He was a middle-aged man, followed by forty or fifty thugs.
"Master Yan!" Fang Zhicheng exclaimed with delight, "You've come at just the right time! The goods I wanted to show you are her!"
Yan Ye narrowed his eyes, his gaze falling on the girl, and he was immediately delighted: "What a find! What a find! I've traveled all over the country for so many years, and I've never seen such a gem!"
"Fang Zhicheng, you've finally made a good choice this time."
“That’s right.” Fang Zhicheng said with a bitter face, “Master Yan, look at me…”
Only then did Master Yan notice the six members of the One Team. He ordered the thugs beside him, "You guys, go and cripple them."
Even if the six members of the First Team were highly skilled, it would be impossible for one of them to fight against more than forty thugs.
Fang Zhicheng finally breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank you, Master Yan. From now on, I'll give you an extra 10% of the business from the Fang family's side."
He met Master Yan on the black market, but he didn't know Master Yan's exact identity.
The Fang family has come this far because of Master Yan's protection.
“However, they are from Team One,” Fang Zhicheng hesitated for a moment, “the one from the capital.”
"The One-Character Team?" A hint of apprehension flashed in Master Yan's eyes, but he wasn't particularly afraid. "Doesn't the One-Character Team only manage large and small families? Can they control me?"
He waved his hand: "Go ahead."
The expressions on the faces of all six team members changed.
The One-Character Team is not the IBI and does not handle smuggling transactions on the black market.
Moreover, they are outnumbered and completely outmatched by the other side.
"Sister." Wen Tinglan subconsciously stepped forward and blocked the girl's path. "Sister, you run first."
"No need," Ying Zijing said calmly, raising her hand. "We'll wait."
"Wait?" Upon hearing this, Master Yan smiled dismissively. "What are you waiting for? For someone to come and rescue you? Haven't you heard the saying, 'Even a mighty dragon can't suppress a local snake'?"
"Since you're in Ningchuan, no one can come to your rescue. Who can you wait for?"
As if to respond to him immediately, footsteps sounded again as soon as he finished speaking.
He was a young man who walked quickly but without appearing rushed.
Upon arriving at the villa, he bowed slightly to the girl and said, "I'm sorry I'm a little late."
Wen Tinglan's gaze paused.
How did his sister know someone was coming?
Can it be calculated down to the second with absolute precision?
"You?" Upon seeing that it was just a young man, Master Yan's expression became even more disdainful. "Who do you think you are?"
"Let me introduce myself. I am a senior agent of the IBI." The young man took out an ID card. "I'm new to China and still a bit unfamiliar with the place."
"However, one thing I'm sure of is that if you mess with them, your name will be immediately put on the IBI's wanted list, and you'll experience what it's like to be hunted down internationally."
As he spoke, the young detective took a step back to make room for them and smiled, "Please."
Senior Agent: Sir, am I worth a monthly pass? OwO
(End of this chapter)
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