Chapter 2741

2643.2542 Tongue Bursts Spring Thunder

Although Zheng Renye knew Master Xiao's ideas, people like them are like toads, afraid to dirty their hands after striking them. Moreover, no evidence was left domestically, or perhaps domestic superstition is even higher.

Having something to rely on, he is fearless; this is his mindset.

While reviewing the materials, what was written was shocking. Master Xiao not only sought wealth, but more importantly, he took lives! Zheng Ren thought, this time he must let him know what it feels like to hit a south wall.

Song Ying's phone rang; he muttered a few 'uhs' and 'ahs' before hanging up, saying: 'Zheng Lao Ban, that conman has arrived.'

'Hmm, Master Xiao.' Zheng Ren corrected him.

Song Ying understood Zheng Ren's meaning, smiled and nodded, saying: 'Master Xiao has come up.'

Zheng Ren put away the documents in his hand, sat upright in the main seat, and watched the door.

A waiter Pushing Door, bent waist Jiu Gong, made an inviting gesture. Then a middle-aged man about 1.75 meters tall walked in; his face was somewhat dark, he wore a Luo sai hu zi beard. The beard was neatly trimmed, looking clean and sharp. He was dressed in Chinese casual attire, giving off a somewhat transcendent air.

'Zheng Lao Ban, long admired.' Master Xiao entered and greeted Zheng Ren cheerfully.

Su Yun sprang to her feet; Fan Tian Shui and the old monitor only glanced at Master Xiao once, then stopped looking at him and instead observed the people behind him.

Zheng Ren looked at the pale red System Panel and was stunned for a moment.

The diagnosis of Coronary Heart Disease glared before his eyes; since it was not an attack period, the System Panel was not thoroughly red.

'Su Yun!' Zheng Ren shouted in a low voice.

Su Yun turned her head doubtfully to look at her own Boss; she didn't believe the Boss would be timid, but why did he call her?

'Master Xiao, I have long heard your great name, like thunder in my ears.' Zheng Ren stood up, smiling as he spoke.

Zheng Lao Ban had changed his mind, and everyone present realized this. Zhao Wenhua felt a stone drop from his heart; Zheng Lao Ban still knew his limits—why argue with such people? Let others pay the intelligence tax if they wish. As for the old folks being muddle-headed… well, that's unavoidable. Nowadays, how many people have their eyes fixed on that bit of pension money?!

This isn't something a doctor should handle; just do your best in everything.

Master Xiao also froze for a moment; he hadn't expected Nobel Prize laureate Zheng Lao Ban to be so affable—could he also believe in his own Meridian‑slapping therapy?

The business mutual‑praise model was simply too good; Master Xiao's heart immediately swelled with wild joy, things were going far more smoothly than he had imagined.

He seemed to see money like a flood drowning countless people seeking medical help, surging toward him. Those people were merely a mosaic, just faceless background, utterly unimportant.

'You're too kind; I'm merely passing on Chinese culture and benefiting the world—nothing worth mentioning, nothing worth mentioning!' Master Xiao laughed as he walked over to Zheng Ren and extended his hand.

'Master Xiao.' Zheng Ren also extended his hand, grasped his right hand, then looked at the people behind Master Xiao and smiled, saying: 'Don't take photos.'

Su Yun snatched the phone from the attendant following Master Xiao; Master Xiao's expression froze slightly.

'Master Xiao, how did you escape when the court in Yingguo found you guilty? Or were you not in Yingguo at the time?' Zheng Ren asked point-blank.

That sentence directly extinguished all of Master Xiao's fantasies; he stared blankly at Zheng Ren, his adaptability somewhat lacking.

'Did you come back to China to swindle this time? Is domestic money easier to make?' Zheng Ren's kind face bore a smile, but his words were like a dagger, sparing no mercy.

Master Xiao wanted to pull his hand back, trying hard to gauge Zheng Lao Ban's true intentions. But Zheng Ren's hand was like a vise, gripping his hand tightly; he tugged twice, yet could not pull free.

'Maybe there are no relevant laws domestically, so you act without fear?' Zheng Ren continued asking.

The private room fell silent; everyone's gaze gathered on Zheng Ren and Master Xiao, unsure what Zheng Lao Ban was doing.

Zheng Ren's grip loosened a bit, and he burst forth with a tongue‑bursting thunder: 'Dreaming!'

At the same time, taking advantage of his inattention and slight relaxation, he firmly gripped Master Xiao's right hand.

With a double‑pronged attack, Master Xiao's complexion changed abruptly; Zheng Ren delighted to see his System Panel turn slightly red. The color of the atherosclerotic coronary artery heart disease diagnosis deepened—this should be the symptom of onset.

'Are you afraid? You think you can do as you please domestically? In the end, you've sucked up how much people's blood‑and‑sweat money, carrying dozens or even hundreds of lives overseas?' Zheng Ren's smile faded, and he said coldly.

'You… you're spitting blood! I'll sue you!' Master Xiao barely steadied his mind, feigning anger as he shouted.

'Fine, welcome.' Zheng Ren said icily: 'You study Meridian‑slapping, right?'

His words were low, as if he were asking, yet also seemed doubtful.

Before Master Xiao could react, Zheng Ren suddenly raised his volume again and roared: 'Your death is at hand—do you know it?'

Master Xiao's face turned deathly pale, his body swayed slightly, and he barely steadied himself.

But Zheng Ren gave him no chance, sneering: 'Get lost!'

The final shout, like rolling thunder, seized the soul.

Zhao Wenhua was also terrified, curling up in his chair, his body trembling. Legend had it that Zheng Lao Ban, while in Nanyang, went on a rampage, his blood‑qi killing in all directions—turns out it was true.

This is not the aura a doctor labeled as a weak scholar could possess.

Fortunately… I didn't mortally offend Zheng Lao Ban; fortunately… I turned back early enough to reach safety.

Fortunately, fortunately.

Zhao Wenhua thought to himself silently.

Having spoken, Zheng Ren released his hand; his gaze was steady and peaceful, yet carried a pressure like the heavens opening—majestic and solemn—that crushed Master Xiao's final persistence.

'See the guest out.' Zheng Ren then sat down firmly, not even glancing at Master Xiao.

Master Xiao, embarrassed, didn't know what to say; his face was ashen, sweat faintly beading on his forehead. After glancing at Zheng Ren twice, he wanted to utter some pleasantries, but the words died on his lips—he couldn't afford to offend Zheng Lao Ban.

He stomped his foot, turned and left, panicked like a stray dog, desperate like a fish escaping the net.

Seeing Master Xiao leave, Su Yun complained: 'Boss, you shouted twice, but he didn't faint like that old conman used to. What are you doing, acting like you're in a play?'

'Call 120.' Zheng Ren said calmly.

'What?!' Su Yun looked at Zheng Ren in bewilderment.

'Call 120.' Zheng Ren repeated.

Although Song Ying had doubts, he still picked up his phone, dialing the Emergency Rescue Service while standing up and standing by the door to watch Master Xiao leave.

A few seconds later, a gentle female operator's voice came from the other end of the phone.

But Song Ying didn't notice at all; he watched helplessly as Xiao Master seemed to have his Bone pulled out, his whole body went limp on the ground, alive or dead unknown.