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"Who are you?"

Zhong Wentao was very curious, his enemies shouldn't be that many, right?

The driver did not reply, but Zhong Wentao immediately thought in his heart.

If it wasn't for Yang Hao, Yang Hao wouldn't be able to get his hands on the twenty million so he had no reason to kill him now.

Cultivator Organization was also impossible.

He had spent twenty-five million to buy stability, and the mask was wrong.

Other than these two possibilities, there was still one more Vastheaven Sect!

It seemed like the people from the Vastheaven Sect had found out that the death of the disciple was related to him, so they sent someone to capture him.

"You are a member of the Vastheaven Sect."

The driver braked and pulled to the side of the road.

After so many years, Shadowless had killed countless people. This was the first time he was detected before his target died. It was a taboo for assassins.

Silence was the best answer, and Zhong Wentao guessed right.

He slightly raised the corner of his mouth and moved before the man made a move.

Dong dong dong … Using a few kicks to open the door, he was sent tumbling out of the narrow space.

While fighting in the car, he was at a disadvantage.

People were coming and going in time to catch up with the nearby school. They were surrounded by children.

Afraid that it would implicate them, Zhong Wentao quickly ran towards the small alley, and followed closely behind without a trace.

Along the way, they attracted the attention of many people. Everyone thought it was strange, but no one moved to stop them.

In an empty alley, Zhong Wentao squatted on the ground to catch his breath, it was simply too tiring.

Shadowless appeared at the mouth of the alley, slowly walking towards him.

When there were still two steps before he could react, he quickly got up and seized the dagger from her unprepared body. He spun the dagger in his hand a few times before aiming it at Shadowless's throat.

"Speak, who are you?"

Zhong Wentao asked coldly.

Formless Shadow did not reply. Instead, he raised his right hand and swung down the dagger in his hand.

Two punches in a row, focused on his abdomen.

Zhong Wentao clutched his stomach, his waist bent, and his shoulder was kicked by Shadowless, falling half a meter away.

"Cough, cough …"

He spat out a mouthful of blood, knowing that he had underestimated his opponent.

His eyes turned cold and his heart chilled. The aura of death was on Formless' body; it was the aura of a person who had been killed. Both of his hands were already stained with blood and exuded a gloomy aura.

"Since you insist on killing me, I can only kill you!"

He dashed forward and the dagger was retrieved. His target was the throat under the Shadowless Mask.

Bang!

After stomping Zhong Wentao to the ground, Shadowless felt disdain.

These two kicks actually wanted to kill him?

"Cough, cough …"

He coughed up two more mouthfuls of blood, but continued to laugh, as if he had accomplished some incredible feat.

The gap between Shadowless and him wasn't too good. He wanted to retreat, but he directly fell to the ground.

"Ah …"

"My feet!"

A despairing wail came from underneath the mask as his body curled up and looked at one of Zhong Wentao's legs that had fallen beside him.

In the previous attack, Zhong Wentao had used his dagger to cut off his leg. It was only now that he felt pain because of how fast he was moving.

If the saber blade was touched by something, the pain would increase a thousandfold and would not stop until one was dead.

This was something he had recently forged, and he had not yet decided on a name. It was his first time trying it out.

He raised his hand to wipe the blood on the corner of his lips, then Zhong Wentao slowly stood up and walked to Shadowless's side.

At this moment, Formless had been tortured by the pain to the point where he couldn't move. The former assassin was now a prisoner.

"The people from the Vastheaven Sect are only mediocre."

Throwing away the dagger, Zhong Wentao's tone was filled with disdain.

"Just who are you …"

Enduring the pain, Shadowless still had to ask.

In the past few years in the Pine City, there had never been such an expert.

He didn't even notice that he had silently cut off his ankle.

Zhong Wentao did not reply, but continued to draw on his body with his hand, as if he was drawing some sort of sigil.

As someone from the Vastheaven Sect, Shadowless understood runes the most, it was not that simple.

"What do you want?"

He anxiously opened his mouth and dragged his bleeding ankle in an attempt to escape.

In the next second, a huge amount of black qi rose from the ground and surrounded Shadowless. After a few seconds, it completely disappeared without a trace.

"Third Uncle has indeed improved in skill."

The corners of his mouth hooked up as Zhong Wentao sighed.

The daggers on the ground were all taken away, saving him a lot of effort.

It seemed that the previous disciple of the Vastheaven Sect, Third Uncle 'enjoyed' him a lot. Otherwise, he would not have brought him away so quickly.

He patted off his dirty clothes. He needed to find a place to wash off the bloodstains.

He raised his foot and was about to leave when he suddenly saw a long Lincoln stop at the entrance of the alleyway, blocking his path.

After considering whether to jump on the roof and leave, the car door was opened. Dongfang Yuan sat inside and looked at him coldly.

So it was someone from the Dongfang Family. No wonder this car was a little familiar, he had sat here before.

"Get in."

Throwing the two words, Zhang Xuan instructed.

Zhong Wentao did not reject and thought for a second before walking over.

It was not good for him to return to the Chinese Medical Association openly like this.

With a free ride, how could he refuse?

Inside the car, the driver raised the partition behind him, completely ignoring their conversation.

He drank a mouthful of the drink inside the carriage and sneaked a peek at Dongfang Yuan. Zhong Wentao was also a little nervous.

After just rejecting Dongfang Yuan, this person had come looking for him, he had no way to make a move on women.

"Why did you refuse?"

The moment he opened his mouth, Zhong Wentao knew that something was wrong.

Dongfang Yuan was indeed looking for an explanation, she could not accept his refusal.

"You like me?"

A straightforward rhetorical question caused Dongfang Yuan's heart to stop for a second.

"In your dreams!"

Intense rebuttal, Zhong Wentao heaved a sigh of relief.

Since they didn't like each other, wouldn't rejection be the best solution?

Could it be that Dongfang Yuan was just angry, and he rejected him?

"I would never have taken a liking to you. Looking at your disgusted look, if it wasn't for grandpa looking favorably on you, do you think someone like you could have entered our family's gate? "Wishful thinking!"

The driver heard the curses coming through the partition.

Even the driver shook his head helplessly. That man surnamed Zhong was too pitiful. Being insulted by Eldest Miss like this, in the future, when he saw a prettier woman, he would have to circle around her.

Dongfang Yuan complained for ten minutes, but Zhong Wentao just listened quietly.

He didn't expect that his refusal would make the other party so sad. He was a little surprised.

He was not yet used to modern life, at least in terms of emotional intelligence.

When Dongfang Yuan stopped to rest, he apologized with her most sincere voice that she had heard for the past few hundred years: "Miss Dongfang, how about I pursue you once. You reject me, okay?"

Pow!

What answered him was a clear palm strike, and the hand reflexively grabbed onto Dongfang Yuan's arm that couldn't be retracted in time. With a light twist, Dongfang Yuan was in his embrace, with her back facing him.

The fragrance of the woman's body pouncing towards him made Zhong Wentao a little dazed. His memory was not so close to Bai Shiyun's nor Zhou Zihan's either.

The spirited body of a man made him unable to wake up for a moment.

Pow!

Another resounding slap on the face woke Zhong Wentao up.

Dongfang Yuan sat in front of him, massaging her wrist, her eyes filled with disgust.

He raised his hand and touched his cheeks that were still burning hot. Dongfang Yuan had used all her strength in these two slaps, which showed how disgusted she was with him.

"Slut!"

He spat out these two words and pressed down the phone, telling the driver to stop the car and drive them away.

The car stopped at the intersection, and when Zhong Wentao got off, he was surrounded by endless flow of traffic. If he moved even a little, he would be sent flying.

Looking at the fast flying Lincoln, Zhong Wentao did not know whether to laugh or cry.

This time, Dongfang Yuan really hated him completely.

He planned to call Zheng Yu and have his come to pick him up.

Just as he took out the phone, a figure appeared in front of him. It was Feng Chen.

Her pretty eyebrows knitted together. When did Feng Chen come over? Did Feng Chen see what happened in the alley?

He placed the phone behind him. As long as Feng Chen said anything about the alley, he would immediately use his phone to knock him out and bring him away.

Even if he was a member of the Feng Family, he would not show mercy.

"Idol, sit in my car. I'll take you back."

Feng Chen immediately opened his mouth, he did not know what Zhong Wentao was thinking.

"Why are you here?"

Using his eyes to size up Feng Chen, maybe this person was not as naive as he looked.

At his age, he is well-known in both the western and traditional Chinese medicine. If he doesn't have the ability, how could he possibly reach that level?

"When I followed you to the vicinity of the elementary school, I didn't manage to find you. When I saw the car of the Dongfang Family appear, I followed it.

Without mentioning what happened in the alleyway, Zhong Wentao heaved a sigh of relief.

Regardless if it was true or false, at least Feng Chen did not have any plans to say it out loud, so he could keep his life first.

They quickly got on the car and sat on the back seat above Feng Chen.

Along the way, Feng Chen would unceasingly ask various questions about medical techniques. Occasionally, Zhong Wentao would answer a few complicated questions, but he wouldn't respond to the simple ones.

How could someone like Feng Chen, who came from a noble background, not know about these simple questions?

He didn't know when this probing would stop.

It wasn't easy for Zhong Wentao to feel that such a long time had passed since he arrived at Chinese Medical Association.

He had wanted to wave his hand and say his farewells to Feng Chen, but who would have thought that Feng Chen would want to follow him inside the carriage?

Looking at his stupefied expression, Feng Chen laughed and replied, "Idol, did you forget that I was staying here during the exchange?!"

F * ck!

He had indeed forgotten!

Along the way to the dorm, Zhong Wentao used his fastest speed to sprint a hundred meters into the room, and forcefully closed the door, isolating Feng Chen from the outside world.

Touching his nose, Feng Chen also felt awkward.

This was the first time he wanted to get close to someone, so it wasn't good to be rejected so strongly.

"Sure enough, you are here."

Dongfang Yuan walked up from below, and looked at him coldly, and was extremely dissatisfied.

She had already seen Feng Chen's car from behind after they had climbed onto the bridge. If not, she would not have straightforwardly driven Zhong Wentao off, but Feng Chen's ability to chase after others was shocking to her as well.