One person: Starting with the Rumble-Rumble Fruit, his grandmaster uncle emerges from seclusion.

Zhang Tianyi paced back and forth in the spacious office, muttering to himself:

"Red Hands Body Refinement... Reshaping the Physical Body... Excellent! Third Brother is saved!"

He suddenly turned around, grabbed Zhao Fangxu's shoulder, and shook him so hard that Zhao Fangxu's glasses almost fell off:

"Little Zhao! It had to be you! I knew you fatso had something up your sleeve!"

"Speak quickly! Who has these perfect hands now? What's the successor's name? Where do they live? What's their phone number? What's their WeChat ID?!"

"I'll go tie him up right now... no, I'll take him up the mountain!"

however.

Facing Zhang Tianyi's murderous gaze.

Zhao Fangxu shook his head with a wry smile, a hint of helplessness on his face:

"Uncle Zhang...please stop shaking me, I feel like throwing up."

"These hands are indeed amazing, but... after the Thirty-Six Thieves, this technique was lost."

"The one who mastered the Dual-Hand Technique was named Duanmu Ying, and she disappeared back then."

"Currently, in the martial arts world, only the Lü family's Soul Cultivation Technique is suspected to be a variant of the Blue Hand technique of the Dual-Handed Technique. But it can only cultivate the soul, not the body."

"As for the complete Dual Hands, or the Red Hands that can revive the dead and heal bones..."

Zhao Fangxu shrugged:

"I really don't know who can do that nowadays."

"The company's archives are also completely blank on this matter."

Zhang Tianyi's smile froze instantly.

It was like a bucket of ice water being poured over my head.

"do not know?"

Zhang Tianyi released his grip, his eyes turning dangerous:

"Xiao Zhao, are you kidding me?"

"You were so confident just now, and now you're telling me you can't find anyone?"

"I think you're just asking for trouble and want me to loosen your bones?"

"No, no, no! I really don't know!"

Zhao Fangxu was so frightened that he backed away and hid behind the sofa.

"The inheritors of such unique skills must keep them very secret; how could they easily let our company know about them?"

"but!"

A sudden inspiration struck Zhao Fangxu, and he quickly tried to salvage the situation:

"Although we don't know for sure yet, since this is a clue, it gives us a direction to investigate!"

"Uncle Zhang, don't worry! I'll use the entire company's intelligence network right away. Even if it means turning the entire world of supernatural beings upside down, I'll keep an eye out for news about this pair of hands!"

"I'll notify you immediately if there's any sign of trouble! It won't delay anything!"

Hearing this, Zhang Tianyi's expression softened slightly.

He sat back down in his chair, tapping his fingers on the table, and pondered for a moment.

"alright."

"Now that we have a name, we won't have to worry about not being able to find it."

"Dual-wielding hands..."

Zhang Tianyi narrowed his eyes, a determined glint in them:

"It doesn't matter if you're human or ghost, or which rat hole you're hiding in."

"As long as you know how to do this..."

"Even if I dig you out of hell, you still have to heal my junior brother's leg!"

"Xiao Zhao, you need to pay attention to this. If you do it well, I promise to help you with something. If you mess it up..."

Zhang Tianyi chuckled and glanced at Zhao Fangxu's round belly:

"I'll hang you back on the tree."

"Yes, yes, yes! I'll definitely do my best! I'll definitely do my best!"

Zhao Fangxu wiped away his cold sweat, inwardly groaning, but he couldn't help but be pleased by the promise he was given.

The promise of Master Tian Shu is worth a fortune!

"Alright, we've finished discussing the important matters."

Zhang Tianyi's mood improved considerably, and he returned to his carefree and nonchalant demeanor.

He glanced at the time, then suddenly remembered something:

"By the way, I heard your company cafeteria is pretty good?"

"It's lunchtime, come on, take me to try it."

Zhao Fangxu: "..."

The chairman of NaDuTong, a dignified figure, is accompanying this ancestor to squeeze into the cafeteria?

The scene was too beautiful for him to imagine.

But seeing the unwavering determination in Zhang Tianyi's eyes, he could only nod through his tears:

"Okay...okay...I'll take you there right away..."

Chapter 57 The Feng Shui of Your Place Is Bad

The canteen at the headquarters of Nadutong is located on the second floor of the building.

This place is known as the best-paying canteen in the entire world of supernatural beings, with a full range of buffet options, specialty food stalls, and even specially hired chefs specializing in Sichuan, Shandong, Cantonese, and Huaiyang cuisines.

But at noon today, this place, filled with the aroma of food, was permeated with an inexplicable atmosphere of tension.

"Hello, Chairman Zhao!"

"Chairman Zhao, you've come to have dinner in person?"

When the employees in line saw the chubby figure walk in, they were so startled that they almost dropped their trays and quickly made way for him, bowing deeply.

At this moment, Zhao Fangxu just wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

He awkwardly waved to everyone, indicating that they didn't need to stand on ceremony, while keeping a close eye on the gentleman walking in front of him.

Zhang Tianyi was still wearing that black trench coat and sunglasses, his hands in his pockets, strode with an extremely arrogant gait, as if he were surveying his own territory.

"Tsk tsk tsk..."

As Zhang Tianyi walked, he pointed out the environment of the cafeteria:

"Xiao Zhao, your cafeteria is decorated too plainly. The walls are painted like a hospital; it doesn't look appetizing at all. Go ahead and decorate it with bright reds and greens; it'll be more festive!"

"Yes, yes, yes... I'll change it later, I'll change it later."

Zhao Fangxu wiped his sweat and followed behind, meek and submissive, like a primary school student who had made a mistake and was being scolded by the headmaster.

The surrounding employees' eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

The usually dignified and even somewhat intimidating Chairman Zhao was being lectured like a grandson.

Who exactly is this man in sunglasses?

Which deity has descended to earth?

"Alright, enough with the fluff, let's eat!"

Zhang Tianyi picked up a stainless steel plate and casually handed one to Zhao Fangxu: "Here, you eat too. Look at your belly, you must eat alone quite often, right?"

"Today, I'm having a big meal with Master Dao, reminiscing about the past and appreciating the present."

Zhao Fangxu held the plate, on the verge of tears.

The two went to the hot food window.

Inside the window, a kind-faced woman wearing a white hat was holding an iron ladle, tending to a pot of bright red braised pork.

"Hey, this meat looks good, it's quite fatty."

Zhang Tianyi's eyes lit up, she took off her sunglasses, and gave the middle-aged woman a charming smile:

"Hey beautiful, get me some too. Lots of fatty meat, a little lean, and two spoonfuls of soup on top."

That older woman had worked in the cafeteria for over ten years, and she had never seen such a handsome young man call her "beautiful lady."

His face flushed red on the spot, but his heart was filled with joy:

"Alright! You're a handsome young man, Auntie will give you some more!"

As she spoke, the woman scooped up a spoonful of braised pork, a truly generous portion that piled up like a small mountain.

however.

Just as the spoonful of meat was about to fall onto Zhang Tianyi's plate.

The cafeteria worker's professional instincts kicked in immediately.

The woman's wrist, as if suddenly electrocuted, began to tremble with an extremely high frequency and a very small amplitude.

"Shaking...shaking...shaking..."

As the spoon trembled, the once generous portion of braised pork seemed to have been hit by a landslide.

One piece... two pieces... three pieces...

By the time the spoon was actually tilted over the plate, all that was left were a pitiful few pieces of meat and a pile of broth.

"Clap."

The two pieces of meat lay forlornly on the plate, looking particularly forlorn.