Mad Doctor No. 9

On the evening of the second day, Wang Tian took the high-speed train to the provincial capital.

Before leaving, he called Guo Zi to his side and said, "Guo Zi, keep an eye on the house for me. If the Liu family dares to play any tricks, you'd better deal with it yourself."

Guo Zi nodded vigorously: "Brother Tian, ​​don't worry, as long as I'm alive, no one will be able to hurt your family."

As we drove at high speed, the scenery outside the car window kept rushing past.

Wang Tian closed his eyes, organizing the information in his mind.

The Ye family is one of the most prominent families in Jiangnan Province, holding a pivotal position in both political and business circles. They colluded with external forces to stab the Dragon Gate Society in the back, seizing all the vast resources left behind by the Dragon Gate Society.

Over the years, the Ye family has prospered, but the Dragon Gate Society has fallen apart, and its leader died in prison in despair.

"The Ye family..." Wang Tian opened his eyes, a murderous aura bursting forth from them. "This time, I will make them pay the price."

Wang Tian arrived in the provincial capital at 7:30 and hailed a taxi to Liulige.

It has an antique charm, an understated exterior, and an extremely luxurious interior.

There were many luxury cars parked at the entrance, and the people coming and going were all wealthy and powerful.

Wang Tian handed the invitation to the doorman, who, after confirming it was correct, respectfully ushered him inside.

The auction hall was already full of people. Wang Tian found a seat at the back and sat down, looking around at the crowd.

Before long, he saw several familiar faces, including Liu Zhendong and Liu Ziming, sitting in the front row, whispering something to a middle-aged man in a Tang suit.

The man in the Tang suit had an extraordinary air about him, and everyone around him treated him with utmost respect.

Wang Tian narrowed his eyes.

The Ye family...

The auction is about to begin.

The hall was brightly lit and filled with a fragrant aroma.

The middle-aged man in the Tang suit seemed to sense something, turned his head, his gaze lingered on Wang Tian for a moment, and he frowned slightly.

Liu Zhendong asked in a low voice, "Third Master, is there something you need?"

Master Ye withdrew his gaze and said calmly, "It's nothing. I just feel like a little bug has snuck in."

The auction has officially begun.

The first few items auctioned were all antiques and calligraphy and paintings.

Wang Tian kept his eyes closed until the seventh item was brought up for auction.

Inside the crystal box, a bright red fruit lay quietly, shaped like a cherry, but its surface was covered with fine golden veins, shimmering with a strange luster under the light.

"A century-old Crimson Sun Fruit, starting price 30 million!"

The entire audience erupted in uproar.

Such a price is enough to filter out 90% of the people.

Master Ye raised the sign in his hand: "Thirty-five million!"

"Forty million." An old voice came from the corner.

Wang Tian looked closely and saw that it was an elderly man with white hair, accompanied by two bodyguards with restrained auras.

Without even lifting his eyelids, Master Ye said, "Fifty million."

"Fifty-five million."

"Seventy million." Master Ye decisively added fifteen million to the price, directly calling out a price of seventy million.

The old man thought about it and decided to give up.

"One hundred million." Just as the auctioneer was about to bring down the gavel, Wang Tian raised his paddle.

The audience erupted in uproar.

Only then did Master Ye turn around, look Wang Tian up and down, and say, "Boy, do you know where you are?"

"The auction house," Wang Tian said calmly. "The highest bidder wins, so I won't stand on ceremony."

"One hundred and twenty million!" Master Ye shouted again.

"One hundred and fifty million." Wang Tian raised the price without any hesitation.

Liu Zhendong broke out in a cold sweat and desperately tried to signal to Wang Tian, ​​but Wang Tian completely ignored him.

Master Ye sneered, "So you were determined to get this. Two hundred million!"

This price far exceeds the true value of the Crimson Sun Fruit.

Wang Tian remained silent.

A smug look flashed in Third Master Ye's eyes. Sure enough, he wouldn't be able to hold on for long.

Wang Tiandao: "Three hundred million."

silence.

The auctioneer was taken aback for a moment before saying, "Three hundred million once! Three hundred million twice! Three hundred million three times!"

"Wait a minute." Master Ye slowly stood up. "Three hundred million is no small sum. According to the rules of the Liuli Pavilion, one must undergo verification of funds to purchase such items."

Everyone looked at Wang Tian.

Wang Tian took out a black card and handed it over.

This is a supplementary card that Mr. Xu gave him; it contains one billion.

The staff checked it with special equipment, then nodded to the auctioneer and said, "You have the money."

Master Ye's face turned ashen.

"Three hundred million three times!"

The hammer fell.

Wang Tian stood up and began to process the relevant procedures.

As I passed by Master Ye, I heard him say coldly, "Kid, you're good at making money, but you also need to be alive to spend it."

"You don't need to worry." Wang Tian didn't stop walking.

After half an hour.

Wang Tian walked out of the Liuli Pavilion, holding a special safe in his hand.

Inside was that Crimson Sun Fruit.

Late at night, the streets were deserted.

Instead of taking a taxi, Wang Tian turned into a small alley, which was the shortest route back to the hotel and also the best ambush spot.

Sure enough, before they had walked more than a hundred meters, two figures appeared simultaneously in the front and back alleys.

Four people were in front, and five were behind. Each of them wore a mask and held a short knife. Their movements were synchronized, and they were clearly well-trained assassins.

The leader's voice was hoarse: "Hand over the stuff, and I might spare your life."

Wang Tian put down the safe and flicked his wrist: "Is the Ye family really nothing special?"

A cold glint flashed in the assassins' eyes, and without a word, they all rushed forward!

Nine men attacked from the front and back, each stab aimed at a vital spot.

Wang Tian suddenly made his move.

This time, he held nothing back.

His entire body surged with true energy, and with a single punch, the air itself seemed to explode!

The assassin at the front was hit as if by a large truck; his sternum broke, and he was sent flying backward, knocking down three people.

Wang Tian moved like a ghost, darting among the blades, and with each strike, someone would fall to the ground.

In less than thirty seconds, all nine people collapsed to the ground, their fates unknown.

Wang Tian was about to leave with the safe when suddenly an idea struck him. He looked up at the rooftops on one side of the alley.

A figure stood there.

Under the moonlight, the man, dressed in a green robe, appeared to be in his forties, with his hands behind his back and a calm demeanor.

"No wonder they dared to snatch things from Third Master, being able to take down the Ye family's shadow guards in such a short time." The man in blue said calmly, his voice clear to Wang Tian's ears.

Wang Tiandao: "You're from the Ye family?"

"I am Chen Qingxuan, a guest elder of the Ye family." The man in blue landed lightly on the ground and said, "Boy, hand over the Crimson Sun Fruit, and I will spare your life."

Wang Tian sensed the surging true energy within the other person's body. This was a genuine internal martial arts master, many times stronger than the "martial arts masters" of the Liu family.

Wang Tian struck a pose and said, "If you want it, come and get it yourself."