Chapter 1652: with translation of chapter title

Zheng Ren was arranged to stay at a nearby five-star hotel, with Wang Nan taking him to rest.

The hotel lights were bright, but aside from the staff, there was nobody at all.

"Wang Nan, shouldn't this be the peak tourist season?" Zheng Ren didn't quite understand; perhaps the hotel's consumption is high, so there are no guests?

"Zheng Lao Ban, yes." Wang Nan's attitude toward Zheng Ren became much more sincere, and he said respectfully: "My father arranged it; to guarantee your safety, he had all the hotel guests persuaded to leave."

"……" Zheng Ren was speechless.

A single "persuade" word summed everything up.

The Wang family's influence and financial resources are actually this huge?

Those who can stay in this hotel's most luxurious accommodations should be either rich or noble; but how long has it been, and they were just persuaded to leave?!

The way these people handle things really exudes an overbearing, domineering air.

Zheng Ren didn't know that the eldest son of the Wang family actually evaluated him in the same way.

Wang Nan was leading Zheng Ren's group upstairs; the Wang family had arranged the presidential suite of the city's best five-star hotel, and he was already calculating how, once they went up, he would introduce, from a high vantage point with great enthusiasm, the major scenery and architecture visible from here.

Just then, a clamor came from the hotel's main entrance.

Zheng Ren turned his head and saw a group of people striding in.

The National Guard personnel at the door were trembling, explaining something.

It was Song En and other Gu masters! Wang Nan's face looked extremely grim.

Song En was wrapped in bandages, wearing a white hood on his head, his nose bruised and face swollen, his complexion pallid.

He was supported by others, yet he walked in firmly, ignoring the firearms of the nearby National Guard.

Wang Nan sighed; he knew this matter was thorny.

Yet he didn't expect these Gu masters to be like venomous snakes, directly pursuing them, wanting to bite Zheng Lao Ban.

Zheng Lao Ban was someone the Wang family had invited; for this group of Gu masters to dare act so arrogantly made Wang Nan angry as well.

He turned and walked straight toward Song En.

"Let me handle it." Zheng Ren placed his hand on Wang Nan's shoulder and pulled him back.

"Zheng Lao Ban, I'll take care of this; you go upstairs first." Wang Nan said.

"It's fine." Zheng Ren smiled.

After exchanging blows once, Zheng Ren felt that this mysterious group of Gu masters wasn't actually that frightening.

Besides, Fan Tian Shui and the old squad leader were nearby.

Zheng Ren didn't believe Gu masters could stop bullets.

Fan Tian Shui and the old squad leader, living in peacetime domestically, were not doing well, because their expertise was for guarding peace; returning to quiet days, they could only rely on selling their strength to make a living.

But upon arriving here, the two were like fish in water, as vigorous as tigers roaring in the mountains.

There's nothing to fear; Zheng Ren stood his ground and stared directly at Song En.

Did I strike too lightly? When I attacked, I was still somewhat merciful. If there is a next time, I must strike to kill.

Next time… forget it, better not have a next time. With this time, it'd be more practical to do two more TIPS surgeries and save two people.

In Zheng Ren's eyes, the mysterious Gu masters had become ordinary—just parasites; they raise parasites with some kind of drug and use them as weapons.

Once spelled out, there's nothing mysterious about it.

Zheng Ren focused and stood still, seeing Song En step by step approach.

Song En's complexion looked very bad; the System Panel showed a diagnosis of hemorrhagic shock, which Zheng Ren found somewhat surprising.

I felt I had avoided the major blood vessels, so shock symptoms shouldn't occur, right?

Is my control of power, or my understanding of anatomical structure, still off? He felt a bit discouraged.

Wang Nan, however, was very tense; his back had begun to sweat, and his hands trembled.

Facing a severely injured Gu master, Wang Nan was certain he at least had the ability to drag himself down together in death.

I don't want to die; if possible, Wang Nan wouldn't want to get into such a situation.

Yet, by a twist of fate, he ended up pulling himself into this deadly situation.

Wang Nan's hand slightly raised; he knew that if his hand fell, the National Guard soldiers would shoot down all the Gu masters before them and the people they brought. Perhaps, or maybe all the armed soldiers would inexplicably die.

They aren't many—only a dozen or so, including a little boy.

Killing is easy, but how to face the revenge of these ancient and mysterious Gu masters, Wang Nan doesn't know.

He also doesn't want, due to his own misjudgment, to bring trouble upon his family from these troublesome people.

What should be done, then? Wang Nan felt somewhat tense.

Song En paid no heed to the surrounding soldiers with live ammunition; he looked at Zheng Ren and stepped forward step by step.

When the distance was five meters, Song En didn't move forward any further, but…

…directly knelt before Zheng Ren.

……

Zheng Ren was stunned; what kind of situation is this?!

"Master, please save my senior brother." Song En stretched both hands forward, his head gently touching the ground.

Wang Nan was taken aback; legend says this is the most devout form of worship among Gu masters.

Only a disciple toward his master, or when a sect is defeated and clings to a stronger sect, will someone use this rite to express respect and reverence for the other.

"What does this mean?" Zheng Ren asked softly.

The battle that was about to erupt turned into bewilderment.

Even the National Guard felt a slight panic; they discovered that the honest-smiling, harmless young Chinese person might actually be a high-level Gu master!

"This is…" Wang Nan wanted to explain, but didn't know how to say it.

He too was stunned.

Song En struggled to maintain this posture, kowtowing, and again said: "Master, please save my senior fellow disciple."

"Speak up." Zheng Ren said in a low voice.

After hearing Zheng Ren speak, Song En then performed the same posture two more times on the ground, symbolizing submission, before standing up.

His body swayed, and the change in posture caused his blood pressure to drop further.

His face didn't turn pale but became a dark bluish-black, looking somewhat ferocious and terrifying.

"What's the matter?" Zheng Ren asked.

"Master, you killed my natal gu worm; I can feel its final joy in the flames. You must be a master who cultivates in the world, please act to save my senior fellow disciple!" Song En's words were somewhat confused, his Chinese not very fluent, but the basic meaning could be understood.

But what master? It sounds like some mysterious saying; do the gu masters also use it?

Although Zheng Ren was willing to read books, this group of gu masters who play with worms is mysterious and secretive, with little literature recorded, and he knows little about them.

However, one thing can be certain: this group of people, including the previously unruly Song En, consider themselves to be a higher existence.

It's like a newly arrived intern doctor facing the chief physician at the hospital, even more so.

Zheng Ren could feel the strict rules and inheritance of this ancient, mysterious profession of gu masters from Song En's body and gaze.

It's just too bewildering; I'm a perfectly good doctor, I don't want to become some master.

Looking at parasites every day makes me nauseous to death.