Urban Supreme Medical Saint
Chapter 867 - 865: A Natural Show-Off!

Chapter 867: Chapter 865: A Natural Show-Off!

Just as Wan Kun was about to approach Ren Feifan, a tall and burly man with meticulously combed hair walked in from outside. The man was draped in a black cloak and wore shiny leather shoes, with a cigar clamped in his mouth—truly embodying the aura of a mob boss straight out of a movie.

And behind him followed dozens of men in black.

These men in black poured into the lobby of the Feifan Pharmaceutical pilot plant, neatly lining up in two rows, standing straight with their hands behind their backs in a straddle stance.

Majestic and awe-inspiring, their presence suggested that were they to engage, people would die!

"Brother Long!"

The shout shook the heavens, as if afraid that others wouldn’t know.

Brother Long nodded and waved his hand dismissively, walking inside with a playful look on his face.

The people who had been planning to leave shrank back into the corners, scared still by a scene that seemed ripped right from a film.

They feared getting caught in the crossfire.

They well knew the fearsomeness of Brother Long, who had been involved in the Jiangdu underworld over a decade ago—stabbings, killings, all sorts of bad deeds could be traced back to this man.

His current standing in Jiangdu was owed entirely to his ruthlessness.

Anyone who stood in his way seemed to die under mysterious circumstances.

Brother Long’s gaze fell upon Wan Kun in the distance.

Wan Kun was wrapped in various bandages—it looked like he’d indeed been targeted, and the assailant hadn’t held back.

But considering Wan Kun’s strength, he shouldn’t have been attacked so severely.

Brother Long walked up to Wan Kun, patted his shoulder, and spoke with a serious tone, "Kunzi, how do you feel? What did the doctor say about your bandages? Can you still wield a knife in the future?"

Hearing about wielding a knife, Wan Kun’s head drooped in dejection. After a long sigh, he said, "Brother Long, my hand is probably useless now. I won’t be able to play with throwing knives ever again. Brother Long, I’ve let you down."

Brother Long’s eyes narrowed. He had brought Wan Kun under his wing purely because of his exceptional skills with throwing knives. Now that those skills were gone, the man had little value to him.

But no matter what, he had once been one of his own.

When one of his own met with misfortune, as the boss, if he didn’t step in, it would be indefensible.

His cold voice rang out, "Where’s the person who did this? For whatever they did to you, I will make them pay a hundred times over!"

Wan Kun’s heart leaped with joy. He had been afraid that Brother Long would abandon him for losing his value, but now it seemed he hadn’t chosen the wrong leader!

He pointed his finger towards Ren Feifan and Xiao Xing’er, who were sitting in the distance. With a voice shaking with fury and his facial veins bulging, he said, "Brother Long, it’s those two. The woman took turns with me, and the man crippled me. I want that man to live a life worse than death!"

Only then did Brother Long look in the direction of Wan Kun’s finger—but what he saw took him completely by surprise.

He even rubbed his eyes, hurriedly pulling out a photo to compare, "Fuck, it’s really that kid from the photo!"

Although the temperament and the look had slightly changed, the facial contours were exactly the same.

He had been convinced this kid would never appear in Jiangdu!

And now, damn it, he really had shown up in Jiangdu!

This piece of luck was insanely good!

Brother Long’s eyes even began to blaze with excitement. This time, he was truly stirred up.

"Brother Long, I want this guy dead!"

Wan Kun stressed it once more, but before he could finish, Brother Long backhandedly slapped him across the face.

"Does the boss need your fucking guidance? I know what I’m doing!"

Wan Kun was completely stunned. Why hadn’t Brother Long acted against that man, but instead hit him?

"This brother... are you called Ren Feifan?" Brother Long asked tentatively.

Wan Kun even felt that Brother Long’s tone was somewhat obsequious!

Could it be that the other party was some bigshot?

Brother Long’s eyes were fixed on Ren Feifan, after all, he had to confirm the other’s identity first, because if he only looked similar, it would be troublesome.

Ren Feifan frowned and shook his head, saying, "I don’t understand what you’re talking about. Who is Ren Feifan?"

Huh?

Brother Long was completely confused. When Feifan Pharmaceuticals provided him with the photo, it clearly included his name, Ren Feifan!

But how could this strikingly similar person not know?

The key was that his puzzled look was not feigned at all!

Just when Brother Long couldn’t make heads or tails of the situation, Ren Feifan spoke up, "Hey, you poser in a trench coat on a hot day, are you the one controlling the Feifan Pharmaceuticals slots? If so, give me a slot now. And you have no right to refuse."

Ren Feifan’s tone was undeniable and more like an order.

Other people might fear this so-called Brother Long, but he didn’t, even though he had lost his memory, he faintly felt that his own tricks were definitely not weaker than this guy’s.

A poser?

As his words fell, several of Brother Long’s underlings got fired up. One of them pulled out a machete from his waist and pointed it at Ren Feifan, saying, "Kneel down, kid. What gives you the right to talk to our Brother Long like that? If you want to die, I’ll see you off!"

Just as that person was about to move forward, Brother Long waved his hand, "Step back for now."

The man was startled but retreated obediently.

Brother Long’s gaze tightened as he looked at Ren Feifan and smiled, "Kid, you’re not bad. You’re the first one to talk to me with that tone. I’ll ask you one last time, are you Ren Feifan or not? If not, your fate will be miserable."

Brother Long found that the more he looked at this guy, the less he resembled the youth in the photograph.

The youth in the photo had a somewhat devilish charm, but the guy in front of him had a cold aura, and his work clothes couldn’t be any more ordinary, adorned with the logo of a nearly bankrupt textile factory workshop in Jiangdu.

Clearly, this young man should be a worker from a Jiangdu textile factory, not the bigshot from Capital City!

The two only vaguely resembled each other in appearance.

"You’ve got the wrong person."

Ren Feifan’s cold voice sounded, and then he stood up, extending his hand, "I don’t want to waste words with you anymore, give me a slot, right now."

A threat!

A barefaced threat!

This time, Brother Long’s face completely changed; it was the first time that someone had threatened him so brazenly and carelessly.

Especially in front of his dozens of underlings!

If he showed any weakness now, how would he maintain his image in front of his subordinates?

Even if you are the bigshot from Capital City, what of it? A strong dragon cannot suppress a local snake; this is my turf, I’ll play it my way!

Brother Long’s face turned slightly red as he took a puff of his cigar, about to exhale the smoke in Ren Feifan’s direction.

But the situation took a sudden turn. Ren Feifan reached out swiftly, slapping Brother Long’s chin, causing him to involuntarily open his mouth.

Then, with a backhand slap, Ren Feifan smacked the cigar right into Brother Long’s mouth!

"Ugh—"

A burning pain spread, nearly causing Brother Long’s pupils to turn blood-red in an instant!

He felt his mouth being scorched, and it was difficult to swallow!

He tried to push Ren Feifan away, but found that no matter what he did, he couldn’t touch the other man!

Damn it!

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