"Master... Uncle Master, we’ve been deceived again."
Long Duba, weakened after the detoxification, said.
"Hmph, then you should accept the loss willingly," Chu Batian snorted coldly, and gritted his teeth as he said:
"The Sect Master and I have always been planning to send soone to Songlan City to capture Tang Ming. Now, this task is yours to complete. If you can’t capture Tang Ming, don’t bother coming back."
After speaking, Chu Batian left.
"What?"
Long Badao and i Dufeng were completely dumbfounded. With their strength, capturing Tang Ming was like seeking death. This was simply an impossible mission.
Minghuang Pharmaceutical Group rose powerfully. As soon as it was launched, it attracted attention from all sides. Moreover, the incidents on its opening day made the company’s na and the effectiveness of its products well-known; the detoxification liquid sales soared, sweeping across the market explosively.
Under Zhou Jian’s planning, Minghuang Group later introduced so widely used additional pharmaceutical products. Influenced by the reputation of the detoxification liquid, all products beca instant hits upon release, which brought considerable benefits to Minghuang Group.
As days passed, Tang Ming’s days were quite comfortable.
Now that the Flying Wolf Organization had disappeared, the Qin Family was terrified. With the ergence of Minghuang Group, the coalition between the Zhou Family and Ma Family—two Martial Arts Families—had ford a sweeping force in Songlan City. Nobody in Songlan City dared to trouble Tang Ming anymore, except for one person!
One day after school, Tang Ming, accompanying the two young ladies, had just reached the gate of the Liu Family’s villa when a uniford delivery guy approached them.
"May I ask, which one of you is Mr. Tang Ming?"
The courier’s voice was crisp, and he enthusiastically stepped forward to inquire, his face covered with a sun visor.
"That’s ," Tang Ming got out of the car and asked in confusion:
"Is there a parcel for ?"
"Brother Tang Ming, did you buy sothing online?"
Li Xiaoli stuck her head out of the car, curiously exclaid, "What is it?"
"I don’t know." Tang Ming shrugged his shoulders and said to the driver:
"You take the young lady inside first, I’ll walk back."
"Alright."
The driver nodded and drove the car into the yard.
"ng ng sister, what do you think Brother Tang Ming bought that he won’t let us see?"
Li Xiaoli leaned back into the car, curiously asked.
"How would I know what he bought?" Liu ngting indifferently pursed her lips.
"It couldn’t be those shady things, could it?"
Li Xiaoli cheekily speculated.
"What kind of shady things?"
Liu ngting beca puzzled, uncertainly said, "Underwear?"
"You’re silly! What’s so shady about underwear? I an those things that hobodies like to play with." Li Xiaoli patted her thigh, wickedly said:
"Brother Tang Ming faces us two beauties every day, but he can only look and not touch; he is a man and might go crazy."
"What exactly do you an?" Liu ngting frowned, even more bewildered...
"Which courier company do you work for?"
While the two ladies were speculating about what Tang Ming had bought, Tang Ming, having received the package, curiously asked the courier.
"I’m with Snail Express, please sign here," the courier smiled, handing Tang Ming a black carbon pen.
"Alright." Tang Ming nodded, and as he took the pen, the corners of his mouth slightly turned up.
The courier stared intently at Tang Ming who was about to sign for the package, his breathing slowing down.
"Oh no." Just as the tip of the pen was about to touch the delivery form, Tang Ming exclaid, his hand holding the package veered off, and the carbon pen tilted, its tip pointing towards the courier.
"Whoosh."
A silver light shot out from the pen, hitting the courier right in the chest.
"Hiss hiss."
The courier gasped for air and quickly covered his chest with his hand.
"Almost didn’t catch it." Tang Ming steadied the package in his hands and looked at the courier with confusion:
"What’s wrong with you, you look a bit pale?"
"Cough cough, just tired." The courier forced a smile.
"You’ve worked hard." Tang Ming quickly signed his na, handed the pen back to the courier, and turned to walk towards the villa.
The courier hastily ran off into the distance. The mont he turned around, he grimaced and pulled a steel needle out of his chest, making sure no one saw him before quickly slipping into Shen Yan’s villa.
Removing his disguise, Shen Yan stood in front of the mirror, looking at the red spot on his snow-white chest, feeling an urge to cry; it was the second ti this soft area had been injured.
The pen was specially designed with a chanism that would trigger a flying needle to shoot out the first ti it was squeezed, capable of piercing through the user’s throat and killing them.
"Damn bastard, injuring my chest again, I’ll kill you sooner or later."
As Shen Yan treated the wound, he gritted his teeth and swore to himself; it was the second ti his chest had suffered.
Tang Ming entered the villa with a grin. The mont he received the pen, he sensed sothing was off and discreetly inspected it, quickly seeing through Shen Yan’s disguise.
In these days, the only person in Songlan City brave enough to confront Tang Ming was Shen Yan, this persistent unfortunate assassin. Tang Ming had lost count of how many tis Shen Yan had tried to assassinate him, but each ti, Shen Yan was the one who got injured.
Despite Shen Yan’s consistent attempts at assassination, Tang Ming never seriously hard her. Instead, he considered each of her attempts a diversion in his boring life.
"I wonder when this silly girl will get it; it’s quite interesting though."
After entering the villa, Tang Ming casually tossed the package on the table, glanced at the two won sitting on the couch, and headed upstairs:
"I’m going to take a nap. Rember to call when dinner is ready."
"Sure thing." Li Xiaoli agreed cheerfully. After seeing Tang Ming enter his room, she imdiately jumped up and rushed to the package on the table.
"Xiaoli, it’s not nice to open soone else’s package without permission, is it?"
Liu ngting watched Li Xiaoli as she started unwrapping Tang Ming’s package, uncertainly speaking.
"So, don’t you want to know what Brother Tang Ming bought?"
Li Xiaoli busied herself while looking towards Liu ngting, "If you oppose, I won’t open it."
"Cough cough, you’re the one who wants to open it, what does it have to do with ?"
Liu ngting coughed dryly and sat down at the table to drink water, but her eyes kept sneakily glancing at Li Xiaoli.
"Saying one thing, thinking another." Li Xiaoli scoffed at Liu ngting scornfully and quickly unwrapped the package.
"What on earth is this?"
Li Xiaoli pulled out a pair of flesh-colored stockings from the package and looked at them blankly towards Liu ngting.
"What would a guy like him want with stockings?"
Liu ngting frowned and said nervously, "He’s not planning to rob a bank, is he?"
"Have you ever seen a robber wearing all-in-one stockings over their head to rob a bank?"
Li Xiaoli rolled her eyes at Liu ngting and held the stockings up in the air...
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