"By the way, Dad, I hear that girl Gu Mengyao's family is loaded. Wei Zhao is her bodyguard. Why don't we go after Gu Mengyao and make her cough up the money for us?" Zhen Yingjun's thoughts had suddenly turned to Gu Mengyao. From Zhao Qibing, he had learned a thing or two about Wei Zhao.

Of course, Zhen Yingjun had no idea that Zhao Qibing had let those things slip on purpose, precisely so that Zhen Yingjun would go and serve as cannon fodder.

"I know. I've already had people look into it. The Gu Group—quite famous within the province." Zhen Dazhou had long since set his sights on Gu Pengzhan as well. His reasoning was simple: since it was because of your daughter that my son ended up like this, who else should pay the medical bills but you? And not just the medical bills—you owe us compensation too!

"Exactly!" Hearing that his father was also inclined to go after Gu Mengyao, Zhen Yingjun felt a surge of satisfaction. "But Wei Zhao has to die, no matter what!"

"Killing Wei Zhao won't be easy. I hear he's a formidable fighter at the early Mystic rank, and that Li Fu fellow beside Gu Pengzhan is at the peak of the late Yellow rank. Moving against them will be no simple matter." Some of Zhen Dazhou's information came from his own investigation, but most of it came from Zhao Qibing.

"Hmph, what good are those so-called fighters? Don't we have guns? No matter how tough he is, can he be bulletproof?" Zhen Yingjun said with disdain. "Dad, that musketeer crew of yours—the ones doing their no-cost business on the high seas—bring them back and fucking kill Wei Zhao!"

The Zhen family had some legitimate businesses in Donghai, but the real money came from their no-cost trade. The Zhen family kept a pirate crew on the sea, code-named the "Musketeers," who specialized in robbing cargo ships on the high seas, bringing the Zhen family a vast fortune every year.

Of course, this business was not the Zhen family's own. With their resources, they could never have managed such a large operation. The business was run by Zhen Dazhou on behalf of a distant relative, who took the lion's share, while Zhen Dazhou got only twenty percent.

"Naive! You bring the Musketeers into the city and have them riddle Wei Zhao with bullets? Are you waiting for the police to wipe out the Zhen family?" Zhen Dazhou glared at Zhen Yingjun and snapped, "These cultivators may fear guns, but one or two guns in an ambush can't hit them at all—they're too fast. To bring one down, you'd need a whole group firing at once, a volley of bullets, and even then you might kill him. But unless it's somewhere deserted, if a gunfight of that scale breaks out in the city, your old man will be arrested as a terrorist leader by tomorrow!"

"That... I'm sorry, Dad. I didn't think it through..." Zhen Yingjun had always thought having a musketeer crew was something extraordinary, as if they feared nothing in this world. But now, hearing his father's words, he realized he had been rather naive.

"Hmph. Still, your suggestion has merit. I've roughly got a plan for dealing with them..." A sinister glint flashed in Zhen Dazhou's eyes. "Come on, let's go see the Medicine King and get you treated first!"

"Dad, how are you going to deal with them?" Zhen Yingjun seemed unable to wait.

"I'm going to ask your Fourth Granduncle for help—request that he send some of his men!" Zhen Dazhou said. This Fourth Granduncle was Zhen Dazhou's business partner, the one who owned eighty percent of the maritime business. Zhen Dazhou worked for him.

"Oh? You mean Ma Zhu, the one beside Fourth Granduncle?" Zhen Yingjun asked hurriedly. "I hear he's a Mystic-rank fighter too?"

"Yes. Back when we were fighting over business on the sea, your Fourth Granduncle sent him to assist me. You should have seen him—his skills were truly formidable!" Zhen Dazhou seemed to be recalling the past. "One kick, and he kicked a man to death on the spot. Sent his head flying..."

"Can he handle Wei Zhao?" Zhen Yingjun had no real sense of what cultivators and martial artists were. He always felt these people were no match for guns and cannons, but according to his father, there was really no way to use guns on a large scale in the city.

"Naturally, it's no problem!" Zhen Dazhou said. "He's an external-school expert at the mid Mystic rank. According to Zhao Qibing, Wei Zhao is only at the early Mystic rank. He can definitely handle him!"

Zhen Dazhou didn't quite understand the difference between external and internal schools, but he felt certain that mid Mystic rank had to be stronger than early Mystic rank.

"Then have him kill Wei Zhao directly? But that wouldn't be satisfying either!" Zhen Yingjun felt that just killing Wei Zhao outright would be letting him off too easy.

"Of course we can't just kill him outright!" Zhen Dazhou shook his head. "What we need to do is have Ma Zhu kidnap Gu Mengyao and Shen Yushu. His only opponent will be that Li Fu. Once he defeats Li Fu and captures Gu Mengyao and Shen Yushu, that's all we need! With hostages in hand, we can threaten Gu Pengzhan into paying a ransom to get them back. Naturally, we can demand that Wei Zhao deliver the ransom, to some desolate mountain wilderness, and have the Musketeers open fire and riddle him with bullets!"

"Brilliant! That way we not only get a huge sum of money, but we get our revenge too!" Zhen Yingjun's eyes lit up at his father's words. "Good, it's settled then. But only after my illness is cured! Gu Mengyao and Shen Yushu—I'm going to fuck those two bitches to death! Hahahaha!"

"Hahahaha!" Zhen Dazhou laughed along with his son, and just like that, a plan for revenge took shape...

Inside the Geili Fuyun Bar, Zhao Qibing said with some irritation, "What did Zhen Dazhou take Zhen Yingjun off to do? Doesn't he want to get treated? Why haven't they come back after so long?"

"Not so. I'd say Zhen Dazhou wants to take Zhen Yingjun to the hospital to confirm whether he's actually sick or not." The Medicine King had seen through Zhen Dazhou's purpose.

"Oh? So can the hospital actually tell?" Zhao Qibing asked, startled.

"The tricks I, the Medicine King, have played—can Young Master Bing not trust them? Don't worry, the two of them will be back very soon!" the Medicine King said. "This money, Young Master Bing, you're certain to earn it!"

"Ha, then I'm relieved!" Zhao Qibing nodded. "Making money like this really is something. It's just a shame there aren't many fat sheep patients like this, otherwise why would I bother with real estate?"

"Patients like this are rare and can't be counted on," the Medicine King said. "By the way, Young Master Bing, this time, after curing his impotence, should I give him a little something else to deal with?"

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