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Yang Wucheng dragged his tired body in from the outside and saw Zhong Wentao waiting for him inside the Ciji Hall. They had arranged to meet here, and the time was right.

Sitting on the chair, the place where Yang Wucheng was injured had already been bandaged up. The reason he came over was purely because he still had a lot of curiosity in his heart.

These curious matters had something to do with his life. Only when it was clear would he be able to live well.

"You're here."

Zhong Wentao said calmly, and did not mind.

"You can actually be so composed."

Yang Wucheng was shocked, if he was chased by someone who shot him down on a large scale, even if he survived, he would be afraid, afraid that those people would come back.

Zhong Wentao was too relaxed, as if all of this had nothing to do with him.

"Why can't I be relaxed?"

Zhong Wentao asked with a smile, as if he truly did not know anything.

"Since you know that they are heaven … "You should be wary of them. They will kill you!"

Yang Wucheng lowered his voice, and did not dare to easily speak those three words.

"Hur hur."

Zhong Wentao laughed.

"It's not that you don't know about the existence of this organization, why do you need to use your name to remind me?"

"I... "But …"

Yang Wucheng was a little speechless.

He wanted to ask more about this matter because he had his own selfish motives.

Back then, he had a good partner that was killed by the people from the Vastheaven Sect. He wanted to find an existence that could defeat the Vastheaven Sect, but he realized that there was no one there.

After knowing Zhong Wentao, and seeing Zhong Wentao's capabilities, he suddenly thought that Zhong Wentao was probably the person he was looking for, the person who could defeat the Vastheaven Sect.

He naturally had to remind Zhong Wentao before he was knocked down, so that he could live well until that day.

Zhong Wentao's expression became slightly gloomy, as if he had remembered something.

"Tell me what you know, everything."

Zhong Wentao said.

"No, I can't."

Yang Wucheng rejected him quickly without a single ounce of thought. It was as if he had just been asked about the ability to react after thousands of times, and would only refuse.

"If you don't say it, I also have a way to kill you. Do you want to try?"

A bright smile blossomed on Zhong Wentao's face, like a demon wearing angel clothes, slowly swallowing Yang Wucheng's heart, bit by bit ripping it apart, causing him to be in so much pain that he wished he was dead.

The chair suddenly broke. Yang Wucheng fell to the ground and made a loud noise, startling the few people who were looking for him next door.

"What's wrong?"

Cheng Yang was the first to ask.

"No …." "It was my carelessness."

Yang Wucheng immediately turned around and struggled to get up from the ground.

As he looked at Zhong Wentao, he had a feeling that was the one doing it on purpose, that Zhong Wentao was trying to intimidate him.

Compared to the entire organization of the Vastheaven Sect, Zhong Wentao's power was much more terrifying. There were doors to hell on his left and right, and Yang Wucheng felt that he only had one choice, and that was to completely jump into hell.

"What are your considerations?"

Tilting his head, Zhong Wentao smiled.

This expression caused even Cheng Yang's hairs to stand on end, let alone Yang Wucheng himself.

"Good …" I say! "

Gritting his teeth, Yang Wucheng gave in.

"You only need to tell me where this organization came from, and what relationship they have with you is fine."

Zhong Wentao said coldly.

"It started years ago."

Yang Wucheng was lost in his memories.

"The appearance of this organization is very subtle. They existed since the beginning and had always been inside the Yansai Temple. It's just that no one noticed them in the beginning."

"A few years ago, I was on a mission and found out that someone was hiding poison in the temple. My partner risked his life to enter the temple and pretended to be a tourist, but they found out and killed him. The people of Cultivator Organization wanted to snatch the drugs, and so they took a large number of assassins to enter, but they were all killed. It was only because of this Cultivator Organization that they dared to go to the Pine City, and the powers in the Yan Jing did not have anything to do with them. "

Yang Wucheng's body trembled a little, as if he had been lost in his memories.

"You haven't experienced that calamity, the Cultivator Organization has never been defeated by anyone, hundreds of killers died, and their heads were hanging in the most prosperous parts of the Yan Jing. For a few months, the residents there did not dare to go out."

"The people of the Cultivator Organization are originally very weak, so killing a few hundred of them wouldn't make much of a difference."

During this period of time, he had killed dozens of people.

"You … You fought against them before? "

Yang Wucheng shouted, his eyes wide open.

"Right."

Not only had he fought before, he was also made into 25 million by the Cultivator Organization, if not he would be a multimillionaire now.

Yang Wucheng didn't say anything further. He only looked at him with his bright eyes, as if he had seen a treasure.

The conversation between the two had naturally come to an end here, and they didn't continue to advance any further.

In the Yan Jing, in the backyard of the Kang Family villa, Kang Mingli sat on the reclining chair, leaning on the reclining chair.

The master who made the chair would come over once a month to measure Kang Mingli's weight again. As long as Kang Mingli's weight changed, he would create new chairs, and the old ones would be chopped into pieces to heat himself.

Kang Mingli did not say anything, but the aura of an heir was very distinct, with an aura that did not allow disobedience. This was also the reason why he was an sickly child, yet was still the heir to the Kang Clan.

This garden, only the patriarch and his successor can enter. Kang Hui's identity doesn't allow him to even walk to the door.

After Yang Wucheng left the Ciji Hall, he quickly walked over. He did not dare delay at all, and although his footsteps were heavy, they moved extremely quickly.

"Young Master, Zhong Wentao is related to the Vastheaven Sect."

Yang Wucheng bowed and said respectfully.

"What kind of origin?"

Kang Mingli asked with a smile.

"Seems like it was a bad fate."

Yang Wucheng said seriously.

Kang Mingli laughed and shook his head, "Misfortune? "I'm afraid it's not that simple. If it's just a matter of bad karma being severed, then there's no need to pester him again and again. There must be more to it, let's continue to investigate!"

"You are not afraid of infiltrating into their families, you can become one of them, and use your position to gather information. If necessary, you can also help him kill some of the Vastheaven Sect's people, and this young master will grant you the right to do so."

"This …"

Yang Wucheng was a little hesitant, unwilling to accept this mission.

"You don't want to?"

Kang Mingli's eyes flashed, it was extremely sharp.

"No, I'm willing!"

Yang Wucheng immediately answered, no longer daring to have any doubts.

"Go, keep an eye on him for a while longer and let him treat me. My body still needs him. At the very least, I have to cure my disease before he is killed."

With that, Kang Mingli waved his hand, and Yang Wucheng immediately turned to leave, not daring to disobey.

When Ciji Hall was at her busiest, the scene where Natasha and her two bodyguards appeared was the one that Zhong Wentao did not want to see the most. After last night's incident, he felt that the word "trouble" had appeared in front of him.

The daughter of the country leader, if she was injured by his side, then he wouldn't be able to explain himself.

He had a feeling that it was because of Natasha's appearance that caused him to be attacked so quickly. Otherwise, the attack last night might happen someday in the future.

Fortunately, the Ciji Hall was busy, so Zhong Wentao didn't have to find an excuse to entertain him.

Natasha's dictionary did not have the word "undesirable", when she was sitting by the side and watching Zhong Wentao treat other people, she actually felt that it was very interesting.

Zhong Wentao was the quickest to treat patients, he extended his hand and checked his pulse, wrote down the symptoms and prescriptions, then Cheng Yang and the others went to get the medicine, in one breath, Zhong Wentao would not waste a second on a single person.

Occasionally, when there were patients who felt that his time in the hospital was too short and that there was no need to pay such a high fee, Cheng Yang would bring him to the side for a mental conversation.

"You're really amazing."

Natasha sighed with emotion.

She had seen Wilson treat people before, from waiting in line to taking a blood test, to analyzing the patient's condition and prescribing the medicine, everyone would have to waste a very, very long time, and usually, it would take a whole day to queue up. If it could be saved to this extent, many people could quickly attend the clinic, wouldn't that be better?

This made Natasha determined to rectify the situation in Xiyang Nation. The hospitals should do the same as the Ciji Hall, saving every minute for the patients.

Tomorrow, when Natasha was about to leave, she came to bid her farewell to Zhong Wentao. It was just that Zhong Wentao was very busy, so she did not have time to say her goodbyes.

The bodyguard stood beside her to protect her. The two were arranged by Wilson, so she couldn't reject them. She also couldn't speak too much to let the two hear her.

After asking for Zhong Wentao's phone number, Wilson had already left the room.

The people outside the Ciji Hall were all queuing up, and Wilson didn't say what he wanted, so he immediately charged in. He looked like he wanted to cut in line, causing the patients outside to be very dissatisfied, and had many responsibilities towards Wilson.

It was only then that Wilson got the chance to follow Cheng Yang in, so as to not be drowned to death by the saliva of the citizens.

"Natasha, it's time to go."

Wilson said coldly, his attitude extremely rude.

Natasha hated his looks the most, so compared to him, Zhong Wentao was much more refined. He was the type that women liked the most.

Turning her head, Natasha ignored them and did not get up.

There were a lot of people in the room, and for the sake of face, Wilson didn't drag Natasha away, he just stood there stiffly, staring at Zhong Wentao.

"Doctor Wilson, is your allergy better? "I checked you yesterday and found that you have a strong liver, so you shouldn't get angry all the time. Besides, I can feel that you have other problems, if you don't leave now, I might as well check your pulse again."

Zhong Wentao asked with a smile, not caring about Wilson's ugly expression.

"No need!"

Wilson shouted: "It was just a coincidence that you were here yesterday, you don't have much ability, you only have a trick up your sleeve, if you're really that powerful, why not let me see with your eyes, what's wrong with me?"