Chapter 243: Learn to Be a Dog That Bites

"Brother... Brother Yan... good... good..."

Pushing the door was Fang Zhanbo, who was bending over, stiffly smiling awkwardly, trembling and greeting him.

"Come in, what's the matter?" Wang Yan didn't tease Fang Zhanbo; he was already scared out of his wits, so it was meaningless.

Implicitly glancing at Ruan Mei who was making tea there, Fang Zhanbo said: "Brother... Brother Yan, Hong Kong and Kowloon all know your medical skills are good. I wonder if you can treat mental illness or nervous illness?"

This was so obvious, he could think of it with his feet. Fang Zhanbo had heart; he still knew how to help Ye Tian, this cheap master he had recognized for two months.

"Bring him over and we'll see."

He hadn't diagnosed it, but based on the analysis when watching the drama before, Ye Tian had psychological problems and accumulated illness. As for the brain cancer later, it was mostly because of this. After all, compared to the later time, it was still nine years away, so it shouldn't be cancer yet. But these were all his own wishful thinking; he had to see it in reality to say.

Fang Zhanbo looked embarrassed, looking at Wang Yan cautiously: "Brother... Brother Yan, my master is crazy. If I bring him over, what if... what if Sister Ling and the others see him, they will think... think I'm off the rails and treat me as a mental patient. Can... um... can you personally... personally go there?"

"Do you know that a tycoon sent someone over, and because he spoke rudely and wanted me to see a doctor, the person who came had his leg broken?"

Wang Yan wasn't bragging. After more than three months, many patients he saw had recovered, including difficult and complicated cases, and his reputation had long spread. This was Hong Kong, where money spoke. Tycoons weren't much; after all, most of them in this era were first-generation rich, just in their prime. They were used to being poor before, and looking back at the hardships along the way, it was inevitable that they would indulge, and many had illnesses. Otherwise, it was their family members or something, all having some problems, and they couldn't be cured even with money.

Now that he had made a name for himself, it was inevitable that some tycoons would try their luck to see him. But they had stayed in the clouds for too long, always feeling that lower-class people should revolve around them, and they had no clear understanding of themselves.

Wang Yan was not only a doctor, but also a mob boss. How much chicken feather are tycoons? Can't they be harmed? He didn't get used to any illness.

It was mainly that tycoons showing off like this wasn't wrong. After all, the societies in Hong Kong didn't count for much in their eyes. So what if you're a big brother? Don't you still nod and bow when you see them? It was just that Wang Yan was different, and he had a reputation early on and was afraid of nothing. He made quite a big scene with the Zhongqing Society before, and Wang Yan's words had long been circulated. Big gangs were basically like the Zhongqing Society, and even if they were strong, it was limited. Wang Yan dared to do that to the Zhongqing Society, why wouldn't he dare to do it to them?

It was also because of this that the big tycoons finally recognized that Wang Yan was not easy to move, and porcelain couldn't touch stones. Otherwise, if a big tycoon exerted a little pressure, black and white together, Long Teng would be surrounded and kicked now, and would be destroyed in the morning and evening.

Hearing Wang Yan's words, Ruan Mei swept a glance at Fang Zhanbo whose legs began to tremble, and gave Wang Yan a punch on the side: "You still have the face to say it, you've caused so much trouble and can live until now, it's burning high incense. Why scare Zhanbo?"

"Why did you hit me? Am I wrong?"

"Right, right, right, Brother Yan is the most powerful." Ruan Mei rolled her eyes: "If you don't see him, you have to see Sister Ling. Sister Ling usually treats me well. You are so idle, go see it."

"What do you mean I'm so idle? I just came back, Long Teng has a pile of things. Besides, Sister Ling treats you well, what does it have to do with me?" Pausing, Wang Yan gave a long "Oh": "I see, you have bad intentions toward me. Do you know that you look like a housekeeper now?"

Ruan Mei's cheeks were flushed: "Bah, who wants to be your housekeeper, annoying..."

"You say you don't want to, then you don't." Wang Yan shrugged, turned his head and looked at Fang Zhanbo who was still trembling: "Look, you heard it, my wife spoke, let me go see a doctor with you, you made a big profit, kid."

At this, Ruan Mei was not only red-faced, but her fair swan neck was also like fire, not daring to raise her head to see people: "Shameless, who is your wife."

Wang Yan smiled and drank a cup of freshly brewed tea, got up and patted Fang Zhanbo on the shoulder: "Wife, I'll be back before dinner, remember to be rich."

After speaking, he dragged Fang Zhanbo, who was patted on the shoulder and almost paralyzed on the chair, away.

"Damn it..."

Ruan Mei scolded at the wide-open door, then held her face with both hands and giggled...

Downstairs, Wang Yan drove, letting Fang Zhanbo in the passenger seat point the way, and drove to a mountain ditch on the island.

Real estate development hadn't been long at this time, and this was a corner, not yet developed. Otherwise, with Ye Tian's down-and-out appearance, it wouldn't be bad to mix into the New Territories North. Of course, if this was really sold, it would also be quite valuable. Anyway, it was a hillside on the island.

Ye Tian didn't sell it even to this point. Perhaps it was also to keep a thought, have a goal, and want to gamble on the third time of starting from scratch, just like his old Mercedes with a broken door. It was just because the accumulated illness affected his sanity, and he didn't have the energy to do it.

Wang Yan got out of the car and followed Fang Zhanbo in.

At this time, it was past one o'clock in the afternoon, and the sun was setting in the west. Through the window, shining into the room, under the light column where dust was flying, wearing glasses, hair mixed with black and white, short beard, sloppy, wearing a dirty shiny suit, Ye Tian was sitting under the blackboard, holding a pile of rotten paper and muttering something.

Fang Zhanbo stood in front of Ye Tian and squatted down: "Master, I'm here to see you."

"Zhanbo." Ye Tian, who was talking to himself, came back to his senses, looked at Fang Zhanbo with a smile, and then his face straightened: "Didn't you say I would find you when I have time? Why are you here?"

"Master, I found a very powerful doctor to see you."

"See a doctor? The stinky kid is talking nonsense, what illness do I have." Ye Tian denied it, and his eyes looked at Wang Yan standing not far behind.

Eye to eye, Ye Tian's eyes widened, and he got up and walked to Wang Yan to pat and beat: "Looking at your ruddy complexion, full of energy, sword eyebrows and star eyes, there seems to be noble spirit lingering on your body. If you give it time, you will definitely become a great weapon. People like you are smooth in everything they do. Do you want to be my apprentice like Zhanbo and pass on your money-making method?"

Fang Zhanbo, who was squatting behind, broke into a cold sweat. His master was really crazy. He didn't even know what people were doing, and he wanted to take people as apprentices? Didn't he look at who that was? That was a big gangster, really daring to shoot and kill people.

Although he was scared out of his wits, Fang Zhanbo wasn't stupid. He could be sure that Wang Yan must be carrying a gun. After all, he offended people and still dared to drive other people's cars and sway on the street openly. Besides being able to fight, he must be able to kill.

Fang Zhanbo opened his mouth, but didn't dare to speak, just looking at Wang Yan who was smiling.

Wang Yan really smiled. What Ye Tian said was right and wrong. After all, he had always been a great weapon, so why did he need time? It had to be said that his eye for people was still very accurate.

It wasn't that Wang Yan was superstitious. Ye Tian's appearance, in the words of his hometown in the Northeast, was "coming to the immortal," and he was used to talking about gods and ghosts. As for these immortals, gods, ghosts, and monsters, he believed and didn't believe.

He didn't believe it because he had read so many books, and the five arts of metaphysics such as mountain, medicine, life, physiognomy, and divination had all been involved, and he had also communicated with high people in this way. It was just that he couldn't see anything until now. Although he had insights into physiognomy, geography, etc., following his extensive knowledge, it was far from as magical as in some folk stories.

He believed it because there was a system living father, and he brought him back and forth, so what else could not be believed?

Not talking nonsense with Ye Tian, Wang Yan said: "Sorry, I'm very capable myself."

While speaking, Wang Yan reached out and grabbed Ye Tian's wrist, feeling it carefully.

Seeing this action, Ye Tian also understood that Wang Yan was the "very powerful" doctor Fang Zhanbo said, and was here to see him. But he didn't think he was ill, so how could he let Wang Yan see him? He used his hand to push Wang Yan's shoulder hard, wanting to pull out the hand grabbed by Wang Yan.

What could this little strength do? Wang Yan didn't move at all. Ye Tian's physical fitness, and not just Ye Tian, the vast majority of people in the world, were like toys in his hands, kneaded flat or round.

After feeling the pulse for a while, Wang Yan pointed a few more times on his acupuncture points, took Ye Tian's eyes again, turned his eyes to look, and reached out to pinch his chin and pry open his mouth to look. After a series of actions, Wang Yan let go of Ye Tian and said to Fang Zhanbo behind him who was stunned by his rough medical methods: "No serious illness, heart fire is prosperous, some internal deficiency, just open a prescription and drink it for two months."

"Then... here..." After listening, Fang Zhanbo suspiciously pointed to his head.

Wang Yan didn't speak, glanced at Ye Tian who was talking to himself and saying he was not ill, and turned to walk out.

"Master, I'm going out, wait for me here, I'll be back soon." Behind, Fang Zhanbo said a word and followed Wang Yan out: "Brother Yan, does my master have a problem with his brain?"

"Just thinking too much, dizzy, it can be considered a heart disease. Heart disease needs heart medicine, you know?" Seeing him nod blankly, Wang Yan said lightly: "He likes playing stocks, and wants to take me as an apprentice. Give him a few million to play with. But the most important thing is to win the first few times. It's okay to lose a little, but if you lose too much, there's basically no cure."

"A few million, so much?" Fang Zhanbo couldn't help shouting, then shook his head: "Where do I have a few million... Forget it, it's fine like this."

"It's fine in the short term, but if it takes a long time, fake crazy will become real crazy." Wang Yan shook his head: "It's up to you to see. Find me paper and pen, and I'll write a prescription for your master."

Fang Zhanbo responded and ran back to get paper and pen.

"The precautions are all written on it, just do as it says." Wang Yan wrote the prescription and handed it to Fang Zhanbo: "Are you going back? Do you need me to send you?"

Fang Zhanbo shook his head like a rattle: "No, no, thank you Brother Yan, thank you Brother Yan."

Wang Yan nodded: "Leaving."

While speaking, he turned and left. Behind, Fang Zhanbo was still shouting, Brother Yan walk slowly...

Driving, Wang Yan returned slowly.

At this time, there was only one cross-sea tunnel, which was the Cross-Harbor Tunnel. In addition, the two tunnels in the East and West districts hadn't been built yet. Although Hong Kong's economy was developed, there were many people, and it wasn't that everyone would buy a small car, so the main way for people to cross the sea was more by boat.

Fate had an invisible big hand manipulating everything. Although Wang Yan looked down on the world, as long as he entered this world, it was inevitable to be pushed into it by that big hand.

Wang Yan had to pass the Cross-Harbor Tunnel to return to his base in Ma'anshan, and Ye Tian's corner was in Chai Wan, which was near the east coast of the island. He had to pass through the Eastern District on the way back, and there was Shuren College in the Eastern District, which was the one where the famous alumnus was Andy Lau. Of course, Andy Lau hadn't debuted yet, but Wang Yan recognized it. Fang Ting was studying here.

At this time, the status of Shuren College was equivalent to a junior college in the country later, cultivating specialized talents, which couldn't be compared with Hong Kong.

Wang Yan drove slowly, and after passing the university, he deliberately slowed down to feel the youthful atmosphere of Hong Kong beauties in the 1980s. After passing a distance from the university gate, Wang Yan saw Fang Ting.

It was just that Fang Ting's situation wasn't very good at the moment. A convertible Mercedes was parked on the side of the road, and a few gangsters were blocking her from leaving. Among them, one wearing a suit, tie, big leather shoes, and big sunglasses, slouching, wasn't it Ding Yixie?

Wang Yan drove slowly, watching the few people pulling Fang Ting, and stopped behind the convertible Mercedes.

Seeing Fang Ting anxious, scared, and helpless, Ding Yixie laughed wildly.

After the last time, Ding Xiaocheng was not relieved and beat him hard again, lying in the hospital for more than a month. At first, it was fine, repeatedly promising not to provoke the Fang family. Later, as time went on, he felt more and more uncomfortable in his heart. He didn't dare to move the one named Wang Yan. After all, he asked himself that he was much worse than Ding Xiaocheng. His big brother was slapped like that and became a joke in Hong Kong and Kowloon, and he didn't dare to fight back, so he dared even less. And that feeling of being pinched by the neck and life and death being controlled by others was too terrifying. Sometimes he had nightmares of being strangled to death by Wang Yan.

Although he hated Wang Yan to the bone, he didn't dare to find trouble with Wang Yan even if he was given eight guts. But he couldn't clean up Wang Yan, but cleaning up the Fang family, this disaster, was more than enough for him. Although Wang Yan said not to provoke the Fang family, he didn't believe that Wang Yan could keep an eye on it all the time. Then he would clean up the Fang family, so what?

In the final analysis, he still didn't believe that Wang Yan would fight to the death with them for the Fang family. The gains and losses didn't match at all, and Wang Yan had no reason.

So he figured it out recently, and he really couldn't hold it anymore, so he came to test it when he had nothing to do. He just wanted to see if Wang Yan would come. After all, he didn't do anything excessive. If Wang Yan really came to protect the Fang family, it would be nothing more than beating him hard, and it was impossible to pull people to fight directly with the Zhongqing Society, or kill the Ding brothers directly. But if Wang Yan didn't come, then... hehe...

Hearing the car sound, the wild-laughing Ding Xiaocheng subconsciously glanced, didn't take it seriously, and turned back wanting to continue teasing Fang Ting. As a result, on the way back, he remembered why this car looked so familiar, and hurriedly turned back to look, and subconsciously took off his sunglasses.

Of course, it was not bad that he felt familiar. After all, there were many Mercedes in Hong Kong. The old Ding family had so much money, and they didn't know how many cars they had. Who would specifically remember the license plate number when they had nothing to do?

When the car stopped, seeing the person who got off the driver's seat, Ding Yixie's smile was still on his face, but anyone could see it wasn't a smile. Immediately turning stiffly, he wanted to run.

"Did you forget I have a gun?"

Behind him, Wang Yan's indifferent voice sounded.

Ding Yixie stiffened his figure, slowly turned around, and in just this moment, there was already cold sweat on his head. Looking at Wang Yan awkwardly, wanting to greet him, he didn't know what to say, wanting to give a friendly smile, he couldn't laugh, just standing in place at a loss with his eyes dodging.

"Brother Yan!"

Seeing Wang Yan, Fang Ting, who was surrounded in the middle, was so happy that she almost jumped up, hurriedly running behind Wang Yan to hide, and tightly grabbing Wang Yan's arm.

"With me here, don't be afraid." Wang Yan smiled and rubbed Fang Ting's head, then patted her hand to signal her to let go: "How long have you been harassed? Didn't I say find me if there's anything?"

Being touched on the head and patted on the hand by Wang Yan, Fang Ting was a little embarrassed, lowered her head and let go: "You are so busy, I didn't want to cause you trouble."

"Then didn't you suffer?" Because it was a right-hand drive car, Wang Yan pulled Fang Ting to the left and opened the door: "Sit in the car for a while, it'll be fine soon."

Fang Ting's pretty face flushed, she responded in a low voice, and sat in the car obediently.

Closing the door, Wang Yan smiled and walked to Ding Yixie who was still standing still and didn't dare to move. As for the group of subordinates on the side, he didn't even look at them.

Gently patting Ding Yixie's face: "If I remember correctly, I said don't provoke the Fang family last time, right?"

Ding Yixie gritted his teeth secretly, smiling: "Yes... yes, you said that."

Wang Yan didn't say a word, directly swung a slap and flew Ding Yixie, stepped on his head and rubbed it on the ground, saying lightly: "Then you took my words as farting? Or are you really tired of living? Huh?"

"I... I was wrong, I will never... never dare again, can... can you... spare me this time?"

Ding Yixie spoke with difficulty. He had just been slapped and flew a tooth, and at this moment, blood flowed from the corner of his mouth as he spoke.

"Hey, you are not wrong, the one who is wrong is me. Maybe I didn't say it clearly last time. Since that's the case, I'll say it again." Wang Yan lifted his foot from Ding Yixie's face, walked a step, and before Ding Yixie could figure out what was going on, he kicked his ankle directly.

Only hearing a crisp "crack," then Ding Yixie screamed and rolled on the ground. Ignoring him, Wang Yan turned and walked to the few subordinates who were standing still. Similarly, everyone had a leg broken, and a pile of people were howling on the ground.

Wang Yan just watched, even leisurely lit a cigarette, leisurely puffing.

Until the cigarette was almost finished, Wang Yan walked to Ding Yixie, who had passed the initial pain, cold sweat, snot, and tears flowing together, gritting his teeth and shivering, and squatted down: "Did you remember what I said this time?"

Ding Yixie didn't speak, staring at Wang Yan with hatred, wishing he could swallow him alive and kill him directly.

"If I don't say you are trash, if Ding Xiaocheng were here, he would only smile at me. Unlike you, you almost wrote 'kill me' on your face. Still too young, you have to learn to be a dog that bites." Wang Yan shook his head: "Forget it, maybe I still didn't express it clearly, I'll tell you again."

While speaking, Wang Yan was about to get up.

"Wait... wait."

As he spoke, Wang Yan prepared to stand up.

Satisfied, Wang Yan nodded, lit another cigarette, took a puff and said: "I know you are not convinced and want to retaliate, but it's okay. Go back and tell Ding Xiaocheng, I'll take whatever you have. Still the same sentence, you only have one chance to kill me. If I don't die, you will die as a whole family."

"I believe you have investigated the people around me clearly. Ruan Mei, Luo Huiling, and the Fang family siblings, I don't care why. As long as they are harmed or have an accident, I will assume it was done by your Ding brothers. Don't think about low-level means like framing; if I want to destroy, I will destroy you first."

"You are all gangsters. If my acquaintances have any encounters like kidnapping, rape, or car accidents, then your Ding brothers should feel these long-lost tortures."

"I've finished speaking, did you remember it all?"

Ding Yixie nodded repeatedly: "Remembered, remembered it all."

"Remember it, go back and tell Ding Xiaocheng word for word." Stuffing the remaining two puffs of the cigarette butt into his mouth, Wang Yan got up and stretched, turned back to look at the convertible Mercedes: "Not bad car."

Ding Yixie endured the pain, smiled: "Rest assured Brother Yan, later... later I will have people send it to you along with the procedures for the previous car."

"Hmm, not in vain for my painstaking teaching. That's how it should be. Hatred is remembered in the bones, not grown on the face. Practice more in the future. I was light this time, it can still be used after being connected, and it won't affect normal activities. If there is another time..." Wang Yan didn't say more, looked at Ding Yixie who was smiling, waved his hand: "Leaving."

Wang Yan wasn't afraid of backlash; people are all cheap. The first time Ding Xiaocheng didn't dare to act, this time Wang Yan went a step further. Similarly, he still didn't dare to act. After all, except for Ding Yixie having his foot stepped on and losing a car, there was nothing big. And he had words first, they weren't reasonable.

Anyway, as long as Ding Xiaocheng wasn't prepared to die as a whole family, he absolutely wouldn't dare to move him. Then as long as he didn't dare to move him, Wang Yan would get an inch and want a foot, step by step lowering Ding Xiaocheng's bottom line, making Ding Xiaocheng full of worries and even less dare to act. It was just a blunt knife cutting meat, playing him to death.

And what he relied on was the absolute martial power that could directly kill a whole family. No matter when, the fist was the most useful. If he had current martial power in Infernal Affairs, he wouldn't have run to the country, learning art to improve himself in the name of avoiding disaster, and remotely commanding...

Correspondingly, what he said today would be passed back, and Ding Xiaocheng would still have to send people to protect Ruan Mei, Luo Huiling, and the Fang family sisters. After all, what if others were unhappy with the old Ding family, wanted to kill them but couldn't, and knew how to use today's events?

Wang Yan turned and got into the car, carrying Fang Ting away.

Left in place was the sincere blessing for him, Wang Mou, overflowing the sky... ===== CHAPTER 244 =====

Correspondingly, whatever he said today would be passed back, and Ding Xiaoxie would still have to send people to protect Ruan Mei, Luo Huiling, and the Fang sisters. After all, if someone else looked at the Ding family with displeasure and wanted to kill them but couldn't, what if they utilized the information from today?

Wang Yan turned and got into the car, driving Fang Ting away.

Left behind in the original spot were the overflowing, sincere blessings for him, Wang Mou...