Even a vicious tiger wouldn't eat its cubs. He didn't want to do it himself as it would leave a shadow in his heart for the rest of his life.
"Dad, I really don't want to die. I still want to carry on the Yan family's bloodline …" Young Master Yan's face was pale as an unprecedented fear shrouded him. All these years, Third Master had cleaned up after him. No matter what mistake he made, as long as Young Master Yan lowered his head and apologized, the matter would be resolved. Third Master Yan would at most scold him a few times.
Now that things had come to this, Young Master Yan actually wanted him to end it. This meant that his last hope was gone. Young Master Yan felt as though the sky was falling. He had never thought that a kidnapping case that he had meticulously planned would end in failure. What was even more tragic was that Old Man Zhao wouldn't let him go even though he had managed to get through it with much difficulty.
If there was a medicine for regret in this world, Young Master Yan would buy one no matter how much it cost. He hadn't had enough of this great life. Looking at the sharp dagger in front of him, Young Master Yan's heart was like dead ashes. Third Master didn't say anything, but he had already sentenced him to death.
"Alright, alright. I'll do it myself."
Young Master Yan picked up the dagger. He also understood Third Master's helplessness. Suddenly, a haze flashed across Young Master Yan's eyes.
"Go to hell, old thing."
Although Young Master Yan's legs were injured, at this moment, he exploded with courage that he had never had before. Since he was going to die anyway, he might as well fight with Old Man Zhao. It wouldn't be a loss if he could drag Old Man Zhao down with him.
Even though Young Master Yan was unafraid of death, it was of no use. He was just an ordinary person. Before he could get close to Old Man Zhao, he was enveloped by a strong force and couldn't move at all.
Then, Old Man Zhao turned around and revealed a playful smile. "Not bad, not bad. Ah San, you've raised a good son. He even wants to die with me."
Third Master Yan's face turned red as he said impatiently, "Godfather, I'll kill him right now!"
"No need. I'll do it myself."
As he spoke, Old Man Zhao raised his hand. Not long after, a pitch-black snake head emerged from his sleeve. It was slightly bigger than a normal person's fist. The moment the black snake opened its mouth, the room was filled with the stench of blood.
Seeing this scene, the Yan Family's father and son were stunned. Previously, Third Master had been wondering why his godfather had been wearing thicker clothes recently and liked to put his hands in his pockets. He didn't have such a habit in the past. For someone of Old Man Zhao's age, it might be a little difficult for him to get close to women. Third Master thought that his godfather couldn't satisfy women, so he played with his dick.
But at this moment, Third Master suddenly realized that there was a black snake hidden in his sleeve. It was a hair-raising sight.
He didn't know what was going on. How did a perfectly good arm get replaced by a python? Because Old Man Zhao had sealed the news well, there were very few people who knew about his missing arm. Those soldiers had also returned to the military that day. Even Third Master didn't know about it. At this moment, he was confused. Could it be that his godfather used his body to feed this kind of poisonous creature?!
Then, the snake head stuck out its scarlet tongue and licked Young Master Yan's face. He was so scared that his face turned pale. But because of the force, he seemed to be frozen.
Not long after, Young Master Yan's crotch was wet. "Ah San, you go out first." Old Man Zhao curled his lips and said. It wasn't appropriate for Third Master Yan to see such a scene.
Third Master Yan took a deep look at his son. He suddenly felt incomparably sorrowful. When he plotted against Qu Yihu, it could be said that he was riding on the crest of success. The Hongxing Gang also became the leader of Yuncheng's underground forces in one fell swoop.
Not long after, he had to say goodbye to his son forever. Perhaps in the eyes of ordinary people, he was a glorious underworld boss. But in front of Old Man Zhao, he was just a dog. For so many years, he didn't have any credit or hard work. Even if he knelt down and begged for mercy, Old Man Zhao was unwilling to be lenient. In this aspect, he was even inferior to that kid.
However, it was precisely because of Old Man Zhao's ruthlessness that the Zhao family was as stable as Mount Tai. Third Master Yan didn't feel good in his heart, but he didn't dare to hesitate. If he angered Old Man Zhao, he might die together with him.
"Yes, godfather. I've already thought it through. This guy who doesn't understand the big picture should be killed."
After saying that, Third Master Yan strode out. However, when he closed the door, he couldn't help but look at Young Master Yan one last time.
In any case, he was his own son. He definitely had feelings for him. Unfortunately, his ability was limited. He could only watch his son die. To be honest, if that kid killed Young Master Yan, he wouldn't feel sad. At most, he would feel endless hatred. Unfortunately, it was his godfather that he had always worshipped.
A deep sense of sorrow welled up in his heart. Third Master Yan couldn't help but cry. He couldn't remember how long it had been since he last cried. At this moment, even if he had no other choice, he didn't dare to make any noise …
Tonight, some people were destined to be happy while others were sad. After a fierce battle with my sister-in-law, I hugged them and fell asleep. Without a doubt, it was the most gratifying thing for me that the two of them could shake hands and reconcile. Like this, I didn't have any psychological burden. This kind of feeling was really great.
Perhaps it was because the 'battle' last night was too fierce and they were exhausted. The two of them were like little kittens as they leaned against my chest. Unexpectedly, I woke up early. Looking at the two women beside me, my heart was filled with endless emotions and happiness. I didn't wake them up. Instead, I closed my eyes to rest and searched for the Medicine King's inheritance in my mind.
Chinese medicine had a long history of thousands of years in Hua Xia. During that time, many remarkable and famous people emerged. Sun Simiao was one of them. In that era, medical skills were still in the stage of groping for stones to cross the river. There were many things that needed to be explored and couldn't be based on the experience of the predecessors.
Sun Simiao's most attainments were acupuncture and alchemy. Although there were many acupuncture treatment centers, most of them just stayed on the surface and couldn't reproduce the essence of acupuncture in the world.
As time passed, people's view of acupuncture became somewhat unsatisfactory. There were even many people who sneered at it and worshiped foreign things.
As a martial artist who cultivated both Qi-Jin and Internal Strength, I realized that I had a unique advantage. The human body had a lot of acupuncture points. Just using Qi-Jin alone couldn't penetrate many of them. I needed to coordinate it with Internal Strength to cleverly open the acupuncture points and meridians to achieve the effect of 'internal and external coordination'.