"Sure, whatever you want to do, I’m all in,"
Shura agreed without hesitation.
"He has high-level bodyguards by his side, and he can use poison himself; I won’t let the organization’s people go to their deaths in vain. "
Ouyang Xiao hadn’t lost her senses and, with gritted teeth, said, "We’ll carry out a terrorist attack on the Liu Group, strike once, and then the organization will imdiately go underground. I want him to know that crossing the Poison Widow Organization cos with a heavy price."
"A terrorist attack?"
Shura was stunned for a mont, but seeing Ouyang Xiao’s determined attitude, he didn’t want to oppose her and promptly said, "Give two days. I’ll round up all the forces we can muster in Songlan City and lead the team myself to launch a surprise raid on the Liu Group. After the hit, everyone will scatter and flee a thousand miles away."
"Good, thank you, boss."
Ouyang Xiao nodded her head and got up to leave.
"Sigh."
After Ouyang Xiao had left, Shura sighed helplessly. Although Ouyang Xiao’s decision was capricious, he still admired the woman’s shrewdness and rationality. At least she didn’t demand a direct assassination of Tang Ming from the Poison Widow Organization. Otherwise, facing Tang Ming, who was guarded by two five-star martial masters, the Poison Widow Organization would inevitably suffer heavy losses and might not even succeed in killing Tang Ming.
"Achoo!"
After breakfast, Tang Ming sat on the sofa at the Liu Family villa, sneezing nonstop. "Who’s talking about this early in the morning, making sneeze incessantly."
"Do you have a cold?"
Xia Wei’er, who was playing gas with Liu ngting and Li Xiaoli, was the first to ask with concern.
"No, I can’t possibly get sick with my type of body."
Tang Ming confidently waved his hand.
"Ah, ah, Wei’er, don’t get distracted! Use your Big Move now, I’m about to die!"
Li Xiaoli lying on the sofa and clutching her phone cried out in a panic.
"Hang in there, I’m coming."
Liu ngting also stared at her phone with a serious face, shouting without turning back, "Wei’er, just ignore him. His body is as strong as an ox; he can’t get sick. It’s probably those enemies of his who are cursing him."
"Hey, hey, hey! ng ng, how do you know Tang Ming’s body is as strong as an ox? Have you tried it?"
Li Xiaoli imdiately asked naughtily.
"Tsk, your mind is too dirty."
Liu ngting cursed, not amused.
"Hehe, I bet Wei’er has definitely tried it," Li Xiaoli shot back after being scolded and imdiately turned to Xia Wei’er.
"I— I’m about to unleash my move."
Xia Wei’er quickly picked up her phone to change the subject, unable to handle Li Xiaoli’s dirty mind.
"Ah! Wei’er, why did you run into the wall? Where’s the Big Move?"
Li Xiaoli yelled in frustration.
"Sorry, sorry, I’m still learning. I’ll pay more attention next ti."
Xia Wei’er apologized with a smile and then focused on the ga again.
The vacation had started, and everyone was relaxing. Xia Wei’er was dragged into playing gas by Li Xiaoli and Liu ngting, who claid that teaming up as a trio was unbeatable. As for the result...
Watching the three girls seriously huddled together playing gas, Tang Ming yawned incessantly out of boredom.
The days after vacation seed even more boring than school days. The girls could play gas, but he was too lazy to join them, thinking that gaming was for kids.
Just as Tang Ming was dozing off, Xin Badao and Chu Batian walked in suddenly, both with very grave expressions.
"What’s the matter?"
Tang Ming looked at the two big shots from the Poison Sect with confusion.
"Boss Poison, you have an invitation."
Xin Badao handed Tang Ming two invitations, explaining, "An Zizai from Wubei City is celebrating his birthday and has invited you to attend."
"Inviting , then why are there two invitations?"
Tang Ming took the invitations with confusion and opened one to see that the Liu Family was also invited.
"An Zizai is known as the Divine Doctor, and this guy has an extrely wide network of connections. Most of the business and Martial Arts Families in Songlan City have received his invitations, and each faction will give him face, after all, everyone faces situations of life, aging, sickness, and death."
With patience, Xin Badao explained, "Doctors are still very much in demand in modern tis."
"Just a birthday celebration, with the looks on your faces, I thought sothing major had happened!"
Tang Ming gave the solemn-looking Xin Badao and Chu Batian a speechless glance.
"Ahem, other forces all want to build a good relationship with An Zizai, but we from the Poison Sect don’t really like the guy, plus we didn’t receive an invitation."
Chu Batian coughed twice and responded with dissatisfaction.
"Why is that?"
Tang Ming asked with surprise; after all, the Poison Sect should be stronger than the average Martial Arts Family, so why weren’t they invited?
"Firstly, the Poison Sect belongs to Sect forces, and An Zizai is just a city doctor; he isn’t qualified to invite us to his birthday banquet. Secondly, the Poison Sect is a Sect that uses poison, and An Zizai is a doctor who cures people. We have our differences," Xin Badao reluctantly explained. Under normal circumstances, they would not attend An Zizai’s birthday party, but now that Tang Ming was invited, as his bodyguards, they naturally had to go along, and it would probably be very awkward.
"I see."
Tang Ming finally understood and said indifferently, "That’s your mistake. From now on, you both are mbers of the Martial Arts Oversight Council, you must let go of such factional views. Besides, he’s just a city doctor, and he hasn’t provoked you guys!"
"You’re right, Boss Poison. From now on, as we follow you, we will certainly correct our thinking."
The two n from the Poison Sect nodded in agreent.
"Since that’s the case, go back and get ready. We’ll go visit Old Man An together."
Tang Ming put down the invitation, squinting his eyes as he said, "Last ti, Old Man An helped acquire the New Minghuang Group and Qin Family’s assets in secret. I owe him a favor. You two prepare a decent birthday gift these next few days; don’t embarrass us."
"As you command."
Xin Badao and Chu Batian nodded respectfully and then turned and left the room.
"Ha’er..."
After Xin Badao and Chu Batian left, Tang Ming was just about to yawn when he felt several burning gazes on him and quickly held the yawn back.
Turning his head, he saw that Li Xiaoli and Liu ngting had stopped playing gas and were staring at him with smirks, while Xia Wei’er was engrossed in playing her ga, intending to practice properly.
"What do you want?"
Tang Ming swallowed nervously, feeling a sense of foreboding.
"Hehe, are you going to Wubei City to attend Old Man An’s birthday party?"
Li Xiaoli leaned in close to Tang Ming, asking with a giggle.
"What about it? You heard everything," Tang Ming hurriedly kept his distance from Li Xiaoli; he had already been tricked by this girl enough tis.
"Brother Ming, don’t be afraid of , eh? I won’t eat you up."
Li Xiaoli gave Tang Ming a coquettish glance.
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