The Goddess's Personal Doctor
Chapter 600: Who did it?

Chapter 600: Chapter 600: Who did it?

"Ah!" Those guys screamed in agony, falling to the ground and writhing in pain.

Seeing their condition, it was obvious without saying, those nails were definitely coated with poison.

The veiled young lady looked at Yang Yu in surprise and then a hint of mockery flashed in her eyes, "Having offended the Tang Sect, you’re dead meat."

Yang Yu glanced at the veiled young lady with no good humor, "Please, I just helped you out, and you’re actually gloating? That’s really cold-hearted!"

"You’re no different from them, just a bit more hypocritical, not brazenly denying your death like they do." The veiled young lady said calmly, "If we were somewhere with no one else around, who knows if you would do something even worse than them."

"Please, not all men are that disgusting, okay?" Yang Yu couldn’t help but roll his eyes, "Even if I helped a little dog today, at least it wouldn’t bite me back, would it?"

"Anyway, that’s what I think, and your regret won’t help," the veiled young lady said with a huff, "I’m leaving, you just wait for the Tang Sect to come after you!"

True to her word, the veiled young lady left without lingering a moment longer.

Yang Yu took a deep breath and turned to leave as well.

An old man nearby said in a low voice, "Young man, you must be from out of town, right? And you’re walking so slowly. If I were you, I would run now, the farther the better."

"Thank you, sir," Yang Yu was very grateful to the kind-hearted old man and casually asked, "Doesn’t the local government take care of the arrogance of the Tang Sect?"

"How can they take care?" the old man said, "Usually, the Tang Sect doesn’t concern itself with anyone who claims to be a disciple. Anyone who commits a crime and claims to be from the Tang Sect is flatly denied by them."

"Even when Tang Kuo, the young master of the Tang Sect, caused trouble, his father expelled him from the Tang Sect, disowning him. Without any evidence, who can do anything to the Tang Sect?"

"They really wash their hands of everything!" Yang Yu scoffed, "Sir, wasn’t Tang Kuo expelled from the Tang Sect for researching forbidden hidden weapons? From what you say, it seems not?"

"Of course not!" The elder peeked around and whispered, "This guy got jealous over a girl, killed the other party’s whole family, and then... he’s a real beast!"

"He really is no good, lucky I didn’t let him off," Yang Yu shook his head continually, "He got what he deserved with the peanuts."

"What?" The old man thought he misunderstood, "Young man, did you just say..."

"It’s nothing." Yang Yu smiled slightly and took a small stack of hundred-yuan bills from his pocket, "Thank you, sir. You don’t have to worry about me, goodbye."

Before the old man could recover from his astonishment, Yang Yu had already disappeared.

Clutching the stack of hundred-yuan bills, the old man felt as if he was dreaming: "Did I just run into... the God of Wealth?"

A group of people rushed to the side of those guys lying on the ground, who were already on their last breath.

The group immediately took out the antidote and administered it, finally bringing them back from the brink.

A man with triangular eyes and a hooked nose looked gloomy, "Little brother, how did you end up like this?"

"Brother, we were just chatting with a little sister when some bastard started nosing around, so we hit him with Poison Nails, then he turned the tables on us," one of the guys cried loudly, "Brother, you must avenge me!"

In order to not expose his incompetence, the guy deliberately said it was Yang Yu who set a trap for them, but his brother knew all too well what sort of person his sibling was: "Enough, I’ve told you time and again, if you haven’t mastered your skills, don’t just go picking fights. The other party didn’t intend to take your life; otherwise, you would be dead by now!"

That guy was really unwilling, "Brother, even so, it shouldn’t be his place to meddle with me, right? After all, you are one of the ten great disciples of the Tang Sect, known as ’Yama Nails’ Zhao Ding. For him to treat your little brother this way, he’s slapping your face!"

"Enough, don’t teach me how to do things," Zhao Ding snorted coldly, "Go back and take care of your wound properly. As for what to do next, I have my own ideas."

After the clowns were taken away, Zhao Ding instructed his subordinates, "Check the surveillance cameras of the surrounding shops and see what the person who made the move looks like."

Soon, a subordinate brought back the video, but when Zhao Ding opened it, he was completely stunned.

Indeed, a person appeared in the video, but his face was just a blur within it, as if his face were a light source, making it impossible for the camera to capture his features!

"How can there be such a strange person in this world?" Zhao Ding was utterly shocked, "This person is definitely not simple, not to be provoked!"

Zhao Ding, having been exposed to many extraordinary individuals in the worldly society at the Tang Sect, knew that the world was full of wonders, and recklessly provoking someone who should not be provoked would only bring disaster upon oneself.

Zhao Ding was ruthless and had committed many acts, but he always picked on those he could handle, so he remained safe and sound to this day.

He certainly did not want to offend certain taboos over that foolish younger brother and chose to act according to principle to maintain safety.

"Brother Zhao, it’s bad, something terrible has happened!" A subordinate ran over panting, his face pale, "Your little brother, he... he..."

"What about Ah Sheng?" Zhao Ding glared at his subordinate, "Speak clearly!"

"Ugh..." That subordinate began to vomit uncontrollably, "On Cross Street... Brother Zhao, you better go and see for yourself..."

Zhao Ding immediately led a group of people to Cross Street and, upon seeing what was before him, shuddered involuntarily.

His subordinates, just like the one before, couldn’t help but vomit uncontrollably: "Ugh..."

The group that had just returned was all dead, not a single one alive.

If it had been a normal way to die, the faces of Zhao Ding and his men wouldn’t have been so hideous.

But the manner of death was simply too unnatural!

The bodies of those fellows had been neatly cut into six pieces, as if dismembered by five horses, the body parts intertwined so you couldn’t tell who was who without looking at the clothes.

What was even more sinister was that their heads were neatly lined up, their uncloseable eyes staring straight ahead, as if watching them, which made them unable to stop vomiting.

"Who did this? Who the hell did this?" Zhao Ding felt a cold chill throughout his body, and his speech became faltered.

He had seen dead people before, but he had never seen such a manner of death.

With such bizarre methods from the assailant, how could he escape if he became the target?

"Brother Zhao, ask for help from your master, Master Tang!" suggested a subordinate immediately, "I’m afraid that murderer..."

Spurt, spurt, spurt...

Zhao Ding only felt the space in front of him twist, and the subordinate who had just been suggesting something to him collapsed like a sandcastle, his body disintegrating in an instant, his head rolling over to join the row!