88: Who is Master Ye?

Run!

Must run fast!

Staying means certain death... they will die, every single one!

Suddenly!

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Five gunshots exploded in the hall, their echoes reverberating.

The five Seven Freaks of Jiangnan who were charging at the front all froze simultaneously.

Then.

Blood bloomed on their foreheads, and they softly collapsed to the ground.

Blood quickly spread across the marble floor... Ghost Old Man and the Scalpel Man abruptly stopped, their faces ashen.

They dared not move again.

Because they didn't know how many muzzles were pointing at them from the shadows.

The four paralyzed Bodyguards were even more terrified, forgetting to beg for mercy, only staring blankly at the spreading blood, their crotches wet and cold.

Several men in black emerged from the shadows.

There were more than ten of them in total, each holding a silver pistol.

"Dao... Daoist Master, spare my life!"

Ghost Old Man awoke with a start, falling to his knees and kowtowing like pounding garlic. "Your subordinate is willing to atone for his sins! I will go to Xiamen City again and surely bring back Ye Chen's head..."

The Scalpel Man also silently knelt, burying his head deeply.

Zhao Tiangang didn't look at them, turning instead to a guard.

"Black Prison, have you contacted them?"

"Reporting to Daoist Master, contact has been made."

The guard bowed, "Black Prison has dispatched the two Golden Medallion members, Judge and Impermanence, along with all Thirteen Death Zodiacs. They will arrive in Xiamen City with you tomorrow morning."

"Thirteen Death Zodiacs?" Ghost Old Man looked up in horror.

That was a terrifying assassin group in Black Prison, notorious for striking fear into people's hearts. The thirteen members each represented a zodiac animal, working seamlessly together with bizarre and cruel methods, never failing!

Daoist Master's bounty this time has made them go all out, sparing no effort!

Zhao Tiangang nodded slightly.

"Very good."

"Ye Chen killed my grandson and shamed my Zhao family."

"Tomorrow, I want to personally watch him..."

"Kneel before my grandson's spirit tablet, his bones crushed inch by inch, and then all those he cares about, one by one, tortured to death in front of him."

His voice was light, yet it made the temperature in the hall plummet.

Ghost Old Man and the Scalpel Man shivered instinctively.

"You two," Zhao Tiangang glanced at them, "go together and atone for your sins."

"Yes! Thank you, Daoist Master, for sparing our lives!"

Ghost Old Man was overjoyed, kowtowing repeatedly, and the Scalpel Man also kowtowed heavily.

"As for you four..."

Zhao Tiangang looked at the four limp Bodyguards, "The Zhao family doesn't keep idlers, and certainly not... cowards who've lost their nerve."

As soon as his voice fell.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh—!"

Four faint sounds of air being cut through rang out. The Bodyguards' bodies trembled, a red mark appearing on each of their foreheads, their eyes glazed over, and they slumped to the ground.

The black-clad guards stepped forward, dragging the bodies away like dead dogs.

In a blink of an eye, the hall was clean again, as if nothing had ever happened.

Zhao Tiangang walked back to the main seat and sat down, picking up a new pair of oiled walnuts and slowly rolling them.

"Go prepare."

"Tomorrow, we will flatten Xiamen City."

"Yes!" All the guards responded in unison, their figures quickly disappearing into the shadows.

Ghost Old Man and the Scalpel Man also retreated in a hurry.

In the hall, only Zhao Tiangang remained.

He gazed at the deep night outside the window, his eyes flickering with cold light.

"Ye Chen..."

"Bing Lan..."

"All who stand before my Zhao family..."

"Tomorrow will be your doomsday."

...The next day, noon.

The Dingsheng Hotel, opposite the municipal government, was exceptionally lively today.

The parking lot was filled with various luxury cars, from the steady and grand Hongqi to the low-key and luxurious Maybach, and everything in between.

A long red carpet was laid out at the hotel entrance.

Distinguished guests continuously disembarked from their cars and entered the lobby guided by the greeters.

Today was a private banquet hosted by the National Hand, Zhang Sansheng.

The number of invited guests was not large, but every single one was a figure who could shake a certain field within the province with a mere stomp of their foot.

Several white-haired elders were helped out of their cars by family members or disciples, exchanging greetings with clasped hands and hearty laughter.

They were old acquaintances of Zhang Sansheng, many of whom had been deeply involved in the medical, education, and cultural fields for years... Their students were everywhere, and they were highly respected!

There were also several impeccably dressed, composed middle-aged men and women, respectfully following behind their elders.

They were the elites of the provincial political and business circles, either holding real power or controlling vast commercial empires... Receiving an invitation from Old Master Zhang was itself a symbol of status.

However, as time passed, some people gradually noticed something was amiss.

Old Master Zhang... didn't seem to have appeared yet?

Logically, as the host, Old Master Zhang should be greeting guests in the hall at this time.

Even stranger... Zhang Lu, Old Master Zhang's son who held a position in the province, and Zhang Wuji, his grandson who had returned from studying abroad and was making a name for himself in the medical community, were also not in the banquet hall!

Finally, someone couldn't suppress their curiosity and inquired with a staff member familiar with the Zhang family.

The staff member merely smiled politely and replied, "The Old Master and Young Master are at the entrance, waiting to greet a distinguished guest."

Everyone around was stunned upon hearing this.

Distinguished guest?

What kind of distinguished guest was worth Old Master Zhang personally greeting at the entrance?

Even Zhang Lu and Zhang Wuji were accompanying him?

One must know... among the older generation present today, there were not a few who were more senior and held higher status than Zhang Sansheng, yet Old Master Zhang had never made such a big fuss for them.

This news spread through the banquet hall like a gentle breeze.

Everyone couldn't help but glance towards the banquet hall's main entrance... At the hotel entrance, at the end of the red carpet.

Zhang Sansheng, dressed in a simple grey Zhongshan suit, stood there energetically, without a cane, his back ramrod straight.

His son, Zhang Lu, stood to his left, tall and solemn-faced.

His grandson, Zhang Wuji, stood to his right, occasionally craning his neck to look towards the intersection.

This scene of three generations of the family standing neatly at the entrance to greet guests... indeed attracted many eyes.

Some newly arrived guests were even more surprised by this sight and hurried forward to greet them.

"Old Master Zhang! Why did you come out yourself? You're too kind to us!" A white-haired old professor stepped forward to shake his hand.

Zhang Sansheng smiled and patted his hand: "It's nothing, Old Zhou, please go inside first. I'm waiting for someone here and will be right there."

"Waiting for someone?"

Professor Zhou looked at the empty intersection, then at Zhang Lu and his son, curiously asking, "Which old friend has such great prestige that your whole family is lining up here to welcome them?"

Another retired cultural titan nearby also came over, teasing.

"Old Zhang, could it be some 'Imperial Physician' National Hand from the capital, making even you, the 'Southern Sage Hand,' unable to sit still?"

Several older figures who had been drawn over by the conversation laughed upon hearing this, but the curiosity in their eyes grew stronger.

Zhang Sansheng, however, shook his head, the smile on his face fading slightly.

"Not from the capital."

"I'm waiting for a... master of extraordinary medical skills."

"Master?" Professor Zhou was stunned for a moment. "To be called a Master by you, there's never been anyone in this world... Who is this Expert living in seclusion? What's his name?"

Zhang Wuji couldn't help but interject, his tone filled with admiration.

"Grandpa Zhou, this Master's surname is Ye, and his medical skills are truly miraculous!"

"My grandpa personally witnessed him bringing the dead back to life!"

A rabies attack, it was no different from death, wasn't that bringing the dead back to life?

"Surname Ye? Bringing the dead back to life?" Professor Zhou and the surrounding elders exchanged glances.

They had lived for so many years, seen geniuses, and heard legends, but... the phrase "bringing the dead back to life," coming from the mouth of a descendant of a medical family, was a first.

Zhang Lu did not stop his son but turned to the elders, saying earnestly.

"Uncle Zhou, Old Wang, although Wuji exaggerated a bit, Mr. Ye's medical skills have indeed reached a transcendent realm. Only by seeing him will you know that there are always higher peaks!"

"My father is also completely convinced by him and treats him with the respect due to a half-teacher."

"Respect due to a half-teacher?!" At this, the surrounding elders were genuinely shocked.

Who was Zhang Sansheng?

A titan in the medical field, a National Hand-level figure, with disciples everywhere. How many high officials and nobles wished for a word of guidance from him and couldn't get it!

Now, he actually treated a doctor named Ye with the respect due to a half-teacher?

And brought his son and grandson, waiting so respectfully at the entrance?

Who exactly was this "Master Ye"?

The news spread back to the banquet hall like it had grown wings.

"Did you hear? Old Master Zhang is waiting at the entrance for a 'Master Ye'!"

"Which Master Ye? Never heard of him!"

"Old Master Zhang's son and grandson are both waiting with him, extremely respectful!"

"Zhang Wuji said it himself, that Master can bring the dead back to life!"

"Hiss... really? The Zhang family never speaks lightly..."

...The atmosphere in the banquet hall suddenly changed.

So much so that.

Some of the older generation, who had been sitting and chatting, couldn't sit still anymore and rose one after another, heading towards the banquet hall entrance.

Just then, a black car model stopped at the beginning of the red carpet.

The car door had not yet opened.

Zhang Sansheng's eyes lit up, and he stepped forward to greet it.

Zhang Lu and Zhang Wuji followed closely behind.

Seeing this, everyone around felt a sudden chill.

Could the mysterious "Master Ye" be sitting in the car model?

The car door opened.

A tall figure calmly stepped out.

Young, unexpectedly young!

He looked no older than twenty-three or twenty-four!

After the young man got out of the car, he did not immediately go to greet Zhang Sansheng and his group. Instead, he walked around to the passenger seat and extended his hand into the car.

A fair, slender hand gently rested in his palm.

Subsequently, a stunning woman in a moon-white embroidered qipao gracefully stepped out of the car.

Her hair was lightly coiled, her face cold and breathtakingly beautiful, and her noble demeanor instantly attracted countless gazes... Bing Lan!

Many of the guests present recognized this famous female CEO in the Xiamen City business world, and their surprise and doubt grew.

How could Bing Lan come with this young man?

And in such an intimate manner?

Could the young man be a junior of that Master Ye, and he's dating Bing Lan???

Before everyone could sort out their thoughts, they saw Zhang Sansheng quickly step forward and actually bow to the young man: "Mr. Ye, you've finally arrived."

What?

They didn't hear wrong, did they?

That young man was the so-called Master Ye???

The entire place suddenly fell silent.

All eyes instantly converged on the young man's calm, smiling face.