Controlling the Five Thunders and the Two Worlds

Chapter 145: The younger one was beaten, and the older one came
Hospital, ICU ward.

Bansha lay on the hospital bed, still unconscious, with an IV drip and oxygen, several wires attached to his body. The monitor next to him showed his heartbeat, but the weak rhythm was hardly steady or safe.

Just then, a commotion arose in the corridor outside the ward. The person guarding the door turned around and saw a group of people surrounding an old man as he slowly walked in.

The old man was dressed in a traditional Siamese cotton robe. Although the style was simple, he wore a string of brightly colored beads around his neck and a bracelet in his hand.

"Mr. Moncha!"

The crowd parted to make way, bowing their heads to let the old man into the ward.

The old man before them was Bansa's father, Moncha, a famous master in Siam, renowned in religious circles, and closely connected with the royal family. He frequently visited the palace to pray for the king and was said to possess the ability to cure illnesses and prolong life for believers.

Although no one knew whether he had real skills, he was indeed a guest of honor of the king. As his only son, Bansa made an unknown amount of money through his connections and cooperation with the royal family, and was also a big figure in Siam.

Now that Bansha has suddenly fallen ill, they were all present. Although they bear no responsibility, they are afraid of being blamed by Mengcha.

Arriving outside the ward, the old man looked through the small window at his son, who was in a coma. He remained silent for a moment, ignoring everyone around him, and said to the two assistants who had been following Bansha, "Arrange a meeting room for me. Come with me."

The restaurant manager stepped forward, "Mr. Montcha, I'm from the restaurant today..."

"Are you hosting a folk music troupe from Tianxia today?" Mengcha suddenly asked. "A folk music troupe, not a religious group?"

"Yes." The restaurant manager nodded repeatedly. "It's a folk music ensemble, the Tianxia Guangdong Folk Music Ensemble's tour in Southeast Asia. This is the last stop."

“Folk music…tradition…” Mengcha narrowed his eyes, then stopped talking to him and turned to leave.

In the conference room, two assistants nervously recounted the events of the evening to the old man.

Compared to the others, as Bansha's assistants, they naturally knew the skills of Moncha and his son Bansha.

They had personally witnessed how Bansha could cause people unbearable pain or mental confusion with just a glare from him, and they had also seen Bansha frequently use this method to enslave others or make them sleep with him while they were in a daze.

Moncha was even more terrifying. According to Bansha's casual conversation, someone once slandered the royal family and was arrested and brought to the palace. Moncha personally prepared a torture device, making the person wail for three days and three nights before he died.

Therefore, the two assistants dared not hide anything and explained everything that happened that night in great detail, even what Bansha ate and what he said.

Upon hearing his assistant's words, Mengcha immediately understood what was going on: "He wants those two beautiful women to agree to leave with him?"

"Yes," the assistant replied, bowing his head.

"And then he climbed over?"

"Yes."

Mengcha narrowed his eyes. "Who else is around?"

"And the restaurant manager, the person in charge of the event organizer..."

"Just talking about the people from Tianxia!"

"Yes, yes, besides those two beauties, there was also a band leader and a director, and two businessmen from Tianxia at the same table."

"Team leader, director, could they be government officials?" Mengcha frowned, his heart skipped a beat, then he couldn't help but shake his head, "No, they definitely can't be government officials."

Tianxia officials would never punish someone without warning, and they would never have taken such drastic measures the first time.

"Come on! Follow me to the hotel!" Moncha stood up, his expression grim. "No one can get away with injuring Bansha without paying the price!"

……

"Mr. Wang?"

Hearing that Wang Runheng had suddenly arrived, Xiao Ya and Jiang Shishi were quite startled. "Greetings, ladies."

Wang Runheng was very polite and did not go into the room to talk. Instead, he invited the two women to a small conference room in the hotel. "I heard that the two ladies had a little fright tonight, so I came to check on them."

"Mr. Wang, you're too kind," Xiao Ya said hurriedly. "It was a guest who suddenly fell ill; we just happened to be there."

Wang Runheng's eyes flickered, unsure whether Xiao Ya was telling the truth or making excuses.

He made two phone calls before flying from the port city to Siam to find out who the injured guest was that night.

A month ago, he probably wouldn't have cared too much. Even if people believed in metaphysics like feng shui, prayer, and divination, most of them would only seek guidance and wouldn't be too afraid.

But after the last incident, he knew that a true master with magical power could do things far beyond his imagination; that was truly extraordinary power!

Moncha was a master who frequently entered and exited the Siamese royal palace to pray for the king.

If Wang Runheng didn't know whether he had real skills before, he now knows after his son was injured by the Heavenly Talisman.

Moreover, it is Moncha's son who is injured now, not Moncha!

Wang Runheng was worried that Xiao Ya didn't understand the seriousness of the matter, so he simply asked directly, "Did Mr. Gu give you a talisman? Did the talisman work?"

"Ah!" the two women exclaimed in surprise.

Seeing Jiang Shishi and Xiao Ya's reactions, Wang Runheng immediately told the two women what had happened in Hong Kong.

Upon hearing Wang Runheng's explanation, the two women finally understood why he respected Gu Zhao so much.

Extraordinary power! A life-saving grace!
Jiang Shishi then realized what was happening, feeling both terrified and lingering fear. "So what Bansha used on me wasn't hypnosis, but evil magic?"

Xiao Ya thought of a term, "a sorcerer?"

Wang Runheng nodded. "Very likely!"

The two women looked at each other, feeling a sense of unreality, as if a legend had come to life. How could something depicted in a movie have become real?

But there's another problem.

If Bansha is a renowned sorcerer, yet he was severely injured and coughed up blood by the automatic counterattack of a talisman, then just how powerful is Gu Zhao, the one who drew the talisman?
“Mr. Gu is certainly capable, but he’s not here. Bansa’s father, however, is in Siam.” Wang Runheng explained Moncha’s identity and then asked, “I just called Mr. Gu, but no one answered. Could you two ladies get in touch with him?”

Xiao Ya shook her head, "He doesn't contact the outside world when he's cultivating."

Wang Runheng nodded, then said, "I suggest that the two ladies leave Siam as soon as possible, just in case."

The two women immediately agreed, "Let's go now."

Seeing that the two women knew what was important, Wang Runheng breathed a sigh of relief. "I'll have my assistant buy the tickets."

Then the two women went to pack their luggage and told the tour leader that they had to return to China urgently.

The tour has ended, and tomorrow is supposed to be free time for the group members, so the leader didn't refuse.

So the two women quickly got ready and met up with Wang Runheng on the first floor to leave.

But just as they reached the hotel lobby, a group of people walked in. The leader was an elderly man, and beside him were two very familiar people, who were Bansha's assistants.

The assistant pointed at Jiang Shishi and Xiao Ya, "It's them!"

(End of this chapter)