The World's Number One Medical Hall

Chapter Twenty Arrangements

"Boom boom..."

The roar of the car engine echoed in Tie Xiong's ears as he stared in disbelief.

Mo Bai, however, remained calm. He turned slightly to look at Tie Xiong, his eyes no longer displaying the previous frivolity, but rather a rare depth and restraint. Mo Bai's voice was deep and serious, without a trace of jest, as he said, "I don't remember the way. Show me the way!"

Tie Xiong paused slightly, looking into Mo Bai's deep gaze and listening to his profound words, especially since he always referred to himself as "this king," but at this moment, he did not do so.

At this moment, the atmosphere seemed to involuntarily become heavy. Tie Xiong's heart trembled involuntarily. Under Mo Bai's gaze, a strange look appeared on his usually composed face, and he looked at Mo Bai with great surprise. But in the end, he simply nodded deeply and said, "Yes!"

Then, the car roared twice more.

Then, to everyone's eyes outside the vehicle, the metal lump actually started to move slowly, and then it stopped moving, gradually accelerating and heading straight for the crossing.

At that moment, Zhang Bangli, who was already consumed by anger, involuntarily opened his mouth wide and stared blankly at the moving car.

The soldiers' eyes widened in shock, and they remained speechless for a long while.

The driver from before was still standing there, his face full of astonishment. He kept wiping his eyes and muttering, "Is Ming Wang also an experienced driver?"

There were still many people watching this scene, who suddenly fell silent, only to erupt in excitement again.

"The Ming King really rode this iron horse!"

"He's not kidding, he really can ride!"

"It's gone, it's gone..."

Soon, they were running around frantically, spreading the news throughout the entire city of Pingjing via word of mouth and telephone...

Those who were just waiting to see the joke were all stunned for a long time after receiving the news.

The vehicle wasn't going fast, but as it moved slowly, the distance between it and the soldiers grew further and further. Zhang Bangli finally realized what was happening, and a surge of anger rushed to his head.

But he couldn't worry about that now; he roared, "Keep up!"

The soldiers then realized what was happening and quickly urged their horses onward, galloping away.

In an instant, a great noise erupted. Only Zhang Bangli, who was the last to look at the sedan chair, had his face twitching uncontrollably. He glanced around and felt as if many people were staring at him with strange looks that made him uneasy.

It was as if the words His Highness the Prince had just said to him had vanished with the carriage in an instant, no longer seeming like nonsense.

Indeed, why is it that His Highness the Ming King is not allowed to ride that iron horse?

Do you really want His Highness to be driven mad by this?

Zhang Bangli's breathing was like thunder, his eyes flashing wildly. Finally, he pulled down a soldier, leaped onto his horse, swung his whip in a half-circle, and rode away in a cloud of dust.

"Are you kidding me? Mingwang really drove off in the car by himself?" Master Chongxuan held the phone, his Dao heart trembling. The words he had just spoken were still on his lips, but now he truly didn't know how to comment.

The Ming King said it was an iron horse, which he rode.

At that moment, everyone who heard this sentence was at a loss for words. They said that the gentleman had already learned the six arts at the age of three. They had mastered them at the age of three. How could they say that the gentleman was shameful?

Mo Bai's father-in-law, Lin Huayao, was also red and blue-faced at this moment. He was furious and agitated when he heard Ming Wang's nonsense, even though he wished the royal family would suffer.

But no matter what, this scoundrel is now considered by outsiders to be their son-in-law. He can't bear to look bad for doing something so shameful, and he can only imagine the ridicule he will face.

"Look, your daughter, destined for greatness, has indeed married a good husband..." Thinking of this, his face flushed.

But then, this bastard actually managed to move the iron lump, which left Lin Huayao at a loss for words. Damn it, he didn't want this guy to actually uphold the royal family's reputation.

"Hey!" With a final flick of his sleeve, he left, his face flushed and pale.

Many others looked utterly bewildered, wondering, "Did the Ming King really move that iron lump? Did he not lose face as the royal family?"

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Along the wide streets, the taverns and teahouses were bustling with activity, and from time to time, the sound of waiters rhythmically and loudly chanting the names of dishes could be heard from the windows of the attics.

Then came the boisterous laughter of the gentlemen, who were in high spirits and toasting loudly!

There were even stories that could be clearly heard from a great distance, as the storyteller pounded his gavel and vividly recounted one exciting tale after another!

Looking at the streets, they were bustling with people.

Peddlers and laborers, dressed in short clothes, scurried through the bustling crowds, occasionally glancing at the young men in their magnificent robes or the young ladies in their fashionable dresses, their smiles beaming as they enthusiastically called out their wares, hoping that these young men and women would take a liking to their goods.

In the slowly moving vintage car, Mo Bai sat in the driver's seat, gazing at the scene before him with a slightly dazed expression, and murmured softly, "What a magnificent old-world scene!"

"Hmm?" Tie Xiong, who was still feeling a bit strange about everything that had happened today, suddenly heard Ming Wang speak and quickly looked at Mo Bai.

Looking around at the street scene, he thought, "Nothing special!"

He was destined never to understand the complex, almost otherworldly feeling that Mo Bai was experiencing at that moment.

However, Mo Bai didn't have much time to reflect. When his gaze fell on the tall horses guarding his side, he had to come back to his senses.

His gaze shifted from the car window, then he glanced at the rearview mirror and said in a deep voice, "Tie Xiong!"

"Sixth Master!" Tie Xiong was indeed prepared, and his eyes immediately became calm upon hearing this.

Looking at his expression, Mo Bai knew that this man was not a reckless person and felt a little admiration for him. In this situation, he did not hide anything and said in a deep voice, "The reason I did this is because I have something to tell you in private, which cannot be known to outsiders."

Tie Xiong glanced at the large horse accompanying the carriage, then looked at Mo Bai. Today's Mo Bai was clearly different from the one he usually knew. But a thought flashed in his eyes, and a storm surged in his heart. Could it be that Sixth Master was just pretending all along, and this was his true self?

He wasn't ignorant; in an instant, he thought of the power struggles within the royal family. The Sixth Prince deliberately acted unrestrained on the outside, but was actually quite reserved inside. At this moment, a look of surprise appeared in his eyes—he hadn't noticed it for so long. But quickly, he regained his composure, paused slightly, and then asked, "Sixth Prince, are you referring to them?"

Mo Bai had been watching his expression closely. Seeing how quickly he calmed down, he thought even more highly of him. He simply nodded and said, "Well, I don't have time to explain in detail. To be honest, I'm afraid I'm in for a major disaster. There aren't many people I can trust these days."

Tie Xiong suddenly looked up and stared directly at Mo Bai's calm face in the rearview mirror. Without hesitation, he said in a deep voice, "Sixth Master, rest assured. I swore an oath to you that day that as long as A Jiu and my sister Ning'er can live, my life is yours."

Upon hearing this, Mo Bai had no idea what the past events were. He had no memory of it at all, but he had learned a few words from A Jiu. Moreover, after observing Tie Xiong, he could indeed trust him to some extent.

A bitter smile appeared on his lips. If he couldn't trust him now, who could he trust?

His voice remained calm: "How skilled are you in martial arts?"

"There are many ordinary people, but I can protect Sixth Master perfectly!" Tie Xiong raised his eyes and said in a deep voice.

Although his words were not self-deprecating, they inexplicably gave people a sense of composure and trustworthiness.

A glint flashed in Mo Bai's eyes, and he asked again, "Could they possibly be a match for that cultivator?"

Although I don't know how to address the person who slapped me in the chest, Master Zhang calls himself a Taoist, so this is probably a good way to address him.

Tie Xiong's eyes narrowed, and then he spoke cautiously, "Those two mages who injured you that day, I fought them when I arrived. Even with their combined strength, I couldn't defeat them in a short time!"

Mo Bai was slightly taken aback. He really didn't know that Tie Xiong had later fought with Shangqing Mountain Man.

But there was no time to ask about the details, and they didn't even notice that Tie Xiong referred to the two as mages, which clearly showed that Tie Xiong was familiar with their level.

Mo Bai pondered for a moment. He couldn't be sure what methods the royal family would use against him, but in any case, force was extremely important.

"Are there any skilled martial artists in the Prince's mansion whose loyalty can be guaranteed?" Mo Bai asked again.

"Among the Prince's guards, some are decent in martial arts, enough to deal with ordinary people, but not so good against ruthless opponents. As for loyalty..." Tie Xiong hesitated, unable to continue. This Sixth Master was indeed too arrogant and secretly not very popular.

Mo Bai's heart sank slightly. His first thought was to rely on military force, as this was the key to whether they could escape in the end.

But Tie Xiong stared at Ming Wang's solemn face. It was clear that Ming Wang might really be in a life-or-death crisis. He clenched his fist slightly, and finally, a series of images flashed through his mind.

It was a scene of a twelve or thirteen-year-old girl laughing joyfully in front of Mo Bai.

That's Ning'er, his younger sister.

Previously, Prince Ming was indeed arrogant and had a very bad temper, but there was an exception in the Prince's mansion, and that was Ning'er.

Throughout the entire ordeal, the Ming King never once lost his temper with Ning'er and treated her extremely well.

Raising his head, Tie Xiong looked again at Ming Wang's solemn expression and suddenly said, "Sixth Master, before I entered the Prince's mansion, I did have some friends who were extremely skilled!"

Mo Bai paused, then looked up at him again: "Can I trust him?"

"Okay!" Tie Xiong nodded solemnly.

A glint flashed in Mo Bai's eyes. He had long noticed that Tie Xiong had an extraordinary temperament and must have a story, and now he was even more certain of it.

But now was not the time to ask questions. He said, "Alright, I don't have much time. I have to leave by tomorrow night at the latest. After I enter the palace, you don't need to come with me. Go and contact your friends immediately. Once I return, you will need to make arrangements immediately."

"Yes!" Tie Xiong nodded without further hesitation.

"Also, immediately gather all the money and valuables in the Prince's mansion secretly, and be careful not to make a big fuss about it..."

"Also, find a way to get some vehicles immediately, cars or horse-drawn carriages will do, make sure you get them before I get back!"