Urban Supreme Medical Saint
Chapter 1731 - 1727: This is the True Intimidation!

Chapter 1731: Chapter 1727: This is the True Intimidation!

Zhao Meijing could not fathom how those two burly men had met their mishap, but she could only helplessly shake her head at Ren Feifan’s blatant lies.

What is this Ninth Master but a trifling matter?

Such words could probably only be spoken by someone like Ren Feifan who is clueless about the ways of the world.

When the Ninth Master was turning Capital City upside down, Ren Feifan probably wasn’t even born yet!

For some reason, the positive impression Zhao Meijing had of Ren Feifan one year ago completely collapsed at this moment.

The once brave young man had degenerated into smug arrogance in just one year.

This might just be the way men change.

He is utterly oblivious to the concept that even a mighty dragon cannot suppress a local serpent.

Not to mention that the Ninth Master is not just any local serpent; in the entire underworld of Capital City, he is undoubtedly one of the most toxic and powerful.

Any prey he sets his sights on has only a dead end awaiting them.

As for Ren Feifan, is he a mighty dragon?

Perhaps he is not even comparable to a tiger.

She wanted to use her own strength to stop Ren Feifan’s progress, but discovered an air current surrounding his body, colliding with her and forcing her to step into it.

"Ren Feifan, I’m really begging you, don’t go in there."

Zhao Meijing pleaded desperately.

No matter what, she didn’t want Ren Feifan, who once saved her life, to come to any harm.

Even if it would cost her something, she would ensure Ren Feifan’s safety.

After all, without Ren Feifan, she wouldn’t be alive.

Ren Feifan, looking at Zhao Meijing behaving this way, finally halted his steps.

He is not heartless.

Although they had only met a few times, Zhao Meijing was the first acquaintance he made upon returning to the secular world, and they shared a certain destiny.

Indeed, he fears not the Ninth Master, but what about Zhao Meijing before him?

Should he really kill the Ninth Master in front of her and leave her to live in the shadow of that act for the rest of her life?

Such an act is something Ren Feifan could not bring himself to do.

"Forget it, let’s spare that Ninth Master’s life for now. Later, we can have the Sacred Gate or Feifan Pharmaceuticals send people to handle it," he said.

To kill a King of the Capital City’s underworld, Ren Feifan does not wish to dirty his hands personally.

Ren Feifan withdrew the True Qi enveloping Zhao Meijing and said to her, "Alright, I promise you this time. Let’s just find a place to eat."

Ren Feifan subconsciously took Zhao Meijing’s hand and headed towards another establishment.

Zhao Meijing’s heart leapt with joy, and she quickened her pace, fearing any unforeseen changes.

But some things are inevitable; Zhao Meijing had not walked far when a scolding voice erupted behind her!

"A pair of shameless lovers, do you think after attacking Ninth Master’s men, you can just walk away? There are paths to Heaven that you choose not to take; there is no door to Hell yet you insist on barging in!"

Ren Feifan extended his Spiritual Sense to the outside and naturally detected a middle-aged man behind him.

The man, with a beard and dressed in dark clothes, had a stern face and tightly drawn brows, beneath which angry, fiery eyes shot two piercing cold glares directly at Ren Feifan.

The speaker was this man, and what was strange was that Ren Feifan found him to be a cultivator.

A true cultivator, with a successfully condensed Dantian.

Since when have there been so many cultivators in Capital City? It hasn’t been long, and yet he already encountered one?

Even though this person’s realm is not high, it is presumably enough for the secular world.

Following the middle-aged man was an elder.

The elderly man was emaciated and haggard, with deep wrinkles on his neck. His hair was combed meticulously, not a strand out of place. Yet strands of hair as white as silver threads were clearly visible amongst the black. Within the slightly sunken eye sockets, a pair of deep brown eyes quietly spoke of the vicissitudes of time.

The old man’s gaze was calm, and he didn’t even seem to consider looking at Ren Feifan. Instead, he looked around outside as if waiting for something.

After a long while, he finally withdrew his gaze, and it landed on Ren Feifan. His expression suddenly changed, becoming extremely venomous, and was filled with a hint of murderous intent.

The middle-aged man looked at the elderly man and respectfully said, "Ninth Master, how should this person be dealt with? Shall we..."

Ninth Master no longer looked at Ren Feifan, but instead, his eyes settled on Zhao Meijing, as if making a decision, he said: "Some things you don’t need to ask me, I will explain the process to you again today.

Men cannot be spared, as my people are not to be trifled with by others. Remember to make it clean, after all, this is a public area! As for that woman, give her some money, let her stay. This woman’s looks and figure are not bad, just right to be presented to that respected person!"

Zhao Meijing’s legs went weak upon hearing Ninth Master’s words.

Is this person really Ninth Master? And to speak of murder so casually!

Ninth Master is far too terrifying.

From his tone, not only is Ren Feifan doomed to die, but she also cannot escape his clutches! What should she do?

Simply imposing the death sentence, this is the true power of those at the top.

Is it time to call Daddy now?

Her father is just the owner of a company in Capital City, how could he possibly speak to such a force?

To run away? It’s certainly too late now!

She doesn’t believe Ren Feifan can escape easily. After all, how could the middle-aged man at Ninth Master’s side be an ordinary person, with such heavy murderous intent on him!

He must have killed many before!

Could it be that Ren Feifan has fallen into a certain death trap upon his return to Capital City? That’s too miserable!

At this moment, Zhao Meijing really panicked. She could handle other people’s invitations with ease, but she could not cope with the situation before her.

Soon, the middle-aged man made his move, and an overwhelming pressure covered Ren Feifan!

With his strength, he couldn’t see through Ren Feifan’s cultivation, and he wouldn’t believe that Ren Feifan was a cultivator.

At such a young age, cultivate what?

But under his tremendous pressure, Ren Feifan remained unchanged!

Instead, his eyes looked interestingly at the so-called Ninth Master.

He was very unfamiliar with the name of this Ninth Master and estimated that in Capital City, he counted for nothing much.

Moreover, although Ninth Master was a cultivator, he was no different from an ant in his eyes.

After a few seconds, sweat beads appeared on the forehead of the middle-aged man.

Because he found that his pressure had no effect on Ren Feifan at all!

The other person seemed like a huge ball of cotton, absorbing all of his pressure completely!

Even Ninth Master noticed that something was amiss and asked in a low voice, "Yan Zheng, what’s wrong with you?"

Just as Yan Zheng was about to speak, Ren Feifan on the other side sneered coldly and shouted, "Kneel!"

"Plop!"

Without any warning, the middle-aged man Yan Zheng knelt down! His knees slammed into the ground, causing a slight indentation.

He felt as though a huge mountain was pressing on his shoulders, and his strength was utterly incomparable!

This was the real pressure!

This person was also a cultivator!

Yan Zheng’s face changed drastically, his eyes filled with terror as he looked at the young man in ordinary clothes not far away, wanting to speak, but finding that the pressure didn’t even allow him the privilege to talk.

Even lifting his head was a luxury.

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