I attained immortality through meditation in the Great Qian Dynasty.

Tu San looked at the silver notes but didn't touch them.

"Fifty taels? Enough to break a leg?"

"No."

Qian Fu shook his head and pushed over another fifty-tael note.

"Take his life. After it's done, you'll get two hundred taels."

Three hundred taels in total!

Buy the life of a doctor.

Tu San's breathing became heavier.

"What's your name? Where do you live? What are your distinguishing features?"

"Zhao Zian. A retainer of Jishetang, residing in the south of the city. Very young."

Qian Fu speaks extremely fast.

"It must be done within three days."

"Jishetang?"

Tu San frowned.

"Su Mei's place?"

"You only need to deal with that guy surnamed Zhao."

Qian Fu emphasized.

"Don't involve other people, especially Su Mei."

Tu San sneered.

"I know the rules. I do things for money, without asking why."

"I'll find you the best manpower. Ever heard of the Ghost Bat Brothers from the west of the city?"

Qian Fu's pupils contracted.

The Ghost Bat Brothers!

Those were real outlaws, said to have escaped from the battlefield.

He has at least eight or ten lives on his hands, and he is ruthless and efficient in his work, never leaving anyone alive.

When you ask them to do it, the price is naturally outrageously high.

Unexpectedly, Tu San was able to contact them.

"it is good."

Qian Fu nodded.

"Money is not a problem as long as things can be done."

"Then let's wait for news."

……

Jishengtang.

The curtain at the pharmacy was lifted.

Two men walked in.

One tall and one short, one strong and one thin.

The thinner one's gaze was fixed on Zhao Zian's examination table.

The burly man sat down on the stool in front of Zhao Zian.

"Doctor, cough cough, please take a look at me..."

"I've had this illness for several years. I feel tightness in my chest, and I cough so much at night that I can't sleep..."

Zhao Zian's intuition sounded the alarm.

murderous look!

It wasn't the kind of bravado and ferocity typical of thugs; it was something forged through repeated trials and tribulations, tempered in mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

His gaze fell on the tall, thin man.

The man's standing posture is quite unique.

Stand with your feet slightly apart, shoulder-width apart, and lower your center of gravity.

This is a stance that allows for either a powerful attack or a dodge at any time.

The little white fox that had been dozing under Zhao Zi'an's desk stood up.

interesting.

Zhao Zian's fingertips rested on the burly man's wrist.

His pulse is steady and strong, and his blood and energy are as vigorous as an ox.

Forget about tuberculosis, he's in such good health he could kill a tiger with a single punch.

Feigning illness?

What's the point?

The money needs to be distributed?

Besides him, Zhao Zian couldn't think of anyone else he had offended recently, someone who would spend so much money to hire such a professional assassin.

In the blink of an eye!

The burly man's fist slammed towards Zhao Zi'an's face!

Before the punch even landed, the force of the blow had already made his cheek sting.

At the same instant, the tall, thin man slid up behind Zhao Zian.

A short blade appeared out of thin air in his hand, clearly coated with deadly poison, and he thrust it straight at Zhao Zian's vital heart!

This is a situation where certain death is inevitable.

The other patients waiting in the pharmacy, as well as Doctor Wang and Accountant Sun, were completely caught off guard by this sudden change.

Zhao Zian did not retreat or avoid, but instead took half a step forward!

His body turned slightly to one side.

The burly man's fist slammed into the medicine cabinet behind him!

With a loud crash, the mahogany medicine cabinet was dented.

The poisoned dagger behind him also missed its mark, its tip barely tearing his clothes.

The attack missed its target!

The Ghost Bat Brothers' pupils trembled violently.

How is that possible?

They roamed the martial world, killing countless people, and this pincer attack never failed!

The target was just a doctor! The intelligence was wrong!

But they were, after all, seasoned outlaws.

The burly man pulled back his fist and turned around, while the tall, thin man slashed with his short blade, aiming for Zhao Zian's neck.

"Anyone who doesn't want to die, get into the inner courtyard! Quickly!"

Zhao Zian roared.

Sun, the accountant, was terrified.

"Dr. Zhao... Dr. Zhao!"

He was grabbed by Dr. Wang, who was standing next to him.

"Hurry up! Don't cause trouble for Doctor Zhao!"

In an instant, only the three people facing off remained in the front hall of the pharmacy.

"Are you two here to die?"

Zhao Zian straightened up.

The strong man is also known as the "Big Bat" in the Ghost Bat series.

"Kid, you've got some skills. No wonder you're worth three hundred taels."

"However, you must die today."

The tall, thin Bat Two remained silent.

Zhao Zian smiled.

"Three hundred taels? Is that all the money you've got?"

"Enough talk! Prepare to die!"

The bat, no longer holding back, charged forward recklessly.

On the other side, Bat Two's figure disappeared.

He used the debris that had been knocked away as cover, his poisoned blade poised to strike from the most cunning angle at any moment.

This doctor is acting strangely.

Something is very wrong.

That dodge just now was something no ordinary person could do.

The intelligence they provided said he was just a young man with some brute strength.

fart!

That's a fucking pro!

However, even the most skilled person can be dangerous if they don't value their life.

The bat's massive charge forced Zhao Zian into a corner.

Bat-Hand's short blade aimed straight for Zhao Zi'an's throat!

This time, Zhao Zian had no way to avoid it!

Ahead lies immense strength, behind lies a deadly poisonous blade.

A cruel smile had already appeared on Fu Da's face.

ended.

However, Zhao Zian flicked three silver needles from between his fingers!

It was fired at a row of medicine jars above the path of Bat Two's charge!

The medicine jar, filled with white powder, shattered instantly.

A large cloud of dust poured down, enveloping Bat Two.

That's... lime powder!

No, what's even more pungent than lime powder is finely ground angelica and soapberry powder!

"what!"

Bat Two let out a scream.

Although these powders are non-toxic, the burning and irritating sensation they cause when they get into the eyes is more intense than any form of torture.

His vision went white, and tears and snot flowed uncontrollably from his nose.

The fatal blow vanished into nothingness.

It's now!

Zhao Zian slipped into his arms, brushing against the large fist.

"not good!"

The bat alarm blared loudly.

Being approached by the enemy is a major taboo on the battlefield!

He tried to pull back his fist to block, but it was too late.

Zhao Zian brought his right index and middle fingers together to form a sword-like gesture and placed it under Fu Da's right armpit.

"Well……"

Fu Da's entire arm hung limply at his sides.

This is not over yet!

Zhao Zian struck successfully, his left hand transforming into a palm strike that landed on the Huantiao acupoint on Fu Da's left leg.

Fu Da's left leg buckled, and he knelt down on one knee.

Bat Two, whose eyes were blinded by the powder, caught his breath.

They've hit a brick wall.

"Who...who exactly are you?"

Bat Two's voice trembled.

Zhao Zian walked up to him.

"I am a doctor."

"A doctor who knows how to make people live, and also knows how to make people wish they were dead."

"Speak, who sent you?"

"I'll only ask once."

Bat Two gritted his teeth.

They are assassins, and they have their own rules.

Betraying your employer will make it impossible for you to stay in the underworld.

Moreover, they were well aware of the methods used by that middleman, Tu San.

"We don't know."

He chose to remain stubborn.

"Oh?"

"It seems you have a lot of backbone."

Zhao Zian raised his foot and stepped on Fu Da's intact left hand.

The sound of bones cracking rang out!

"what!"

The bat let out a howl.

With that kick, his hand was ruined.

Even if he recovers, he can forget about ever holding a weapon again.