Medical Sovereign Chapter 235 – The SS

At the moment before he fainted, he seemed to see a man dressed in a black shirt with a straight body and a scar on his face running toward him with obvious concern and nervousness.

“Who is he? Why did he save me? Besides that, why did he look at me with such concerned eyes?” But before he could think further, his serious injuries made him feel he was burning. Then, everything turned black before his eyes and he lost consciousness.

Knife Scar was in a cold sweat, secretly feeling lucky that he had saved the young master at the crucial moment. Otherwise, he would not redeem his sin even though he died a hundred times.

His parents gave him his life, but it was his madam who gave him a second life, and it was Miss Ding who gave him a third life.

He owed his madam's family two lives. So, as a top mercenary soldier in the master's level, he gave up his career of bloody fighting, put on his suit and tie, and came to the city to be the bodyguard of Miss Ding because he wanted to spend the rest of his life repaying them.

But the naughty young master seemed to have too many magical abilities, and his intuition was deadly keen, therefore, he did not dare to approach him and had to follow him from a distance.

As for Wang Cheng's ambush and Qin Canglan's men dealing with his young master, he didn't care at all, for he knew the young master's martial arts ability, which absolutely reached the B-level fighting capacity and nearly approached the level.

In his opinion, a flock of sheep trying to kill a tiger was but a joke, and so, with the idea of being an onlooker, he followed him from a distance in a carefree manner.

With his sudden insight, his young master performed magical martial arts techniques, and that horrible translucent arhat shadow even made him tremble.

But he never thought that a flock of sheep could injure the tiger. Although the young man was counterattacked by his own forcible interruption of martial arts out of mercy, he was injured indeed, and Knife Scar blamed himself for it.

Especially when the assassin in black suddenly appeared, he thought it was his dereliction of duty although he killed him with a gunshot. After all, he was careless and did not notice the ambush of the assassin in black in advance.

So, Knife Scar was very angry, standing beside Ding Ning and coldly looking at Qin Canglan, who got off his car and wanted to come to explain.

“Stay where you are. Anyone who dares to step closer to the young master will be killed!”

A cold voice came, and Qin Canglan's expression froze. In Ninghai, no one had dared to talk to him like this for many years, but he had to stop immediately and did not dare to move at all.

More than a dozen infrared sniper rifles were firmly aimed at the part between his brows, and they didn't shake at all. He was terrified because of it.

Sweats like beans appeared on Qin Canglan's forehead. Even with its great power in Ninghai, the Qin Family didn't dare to directly show up with more than a dozen sniper guns. “Who are they?”

“Besides that, they even called Ding Ding young master. Is he some important person's illegitimate child?”

“That's why Bai Qing treated him with such a special attitude.” At this moment, Qin Canglan felt that he seemed to have found the truth.

The thing that happened next further proved Qin Canglan's guess.

In addition to these sniper guns, more than a dozen well-trained, hard-will strong men in back who had obviously gone through numerous battles had also come, and his excellent subordinates were not comparable to them at all.

With painted faces, they were tall and erect, armed with guns to protect Ding Ning from every side, and they vigilantly gazed at all the possible dangerous corners.

Knife Scar put Ding Ning on his back, looking at Qin Canglan coldly. “You may pray now. If our young master is okay, he will decide how to deal with the Qin Family. If he is not, I promise that the entire Qin Family will die with our young master.”

Qin Canglan had no doubt about what Knife Scar said. Even though he was so far away from Knife Scar, he could feel his powerful air, which he only felt from the Qin Family's several top masters.

That was a kind of horrible killing intention that formed after ignoring lives and committing the bloody killing, which made him feel cold from head to foot and also chilled his heart.

For the Qin Family, they respected and fed such people like their ancestors, but he was just Ding Ning's bodyguard. Therefore, one could imagine the terrifying family power behind Ding Ning.

He knew it was possible that what he did tonight would bring disaster to the Qin Family, and so he hurriedly explained, “That assassin is not our Qin Family's man.”

“We will investigate and you don't have to care about it. Anyone who dares to do harm to our young master will have to face their entire family to be destroyed.”

Knife Scar's tone was calm as if it were natural and righteous, and he said what he took for granted.

With a wave of his hand, a strong man dressed in a black shirt stepped forward and lifted the body of the assassin in black with one hand.

“Go!”

Carrying Ding Ning on his back, Knife Scar ordered to leave.

“Wait a minute. I can testify that this assassin was not sent by Brother Qin. I swear in the name of my family!”

Morong Yixiao realized that the Qin Family was about to face a crisis. Out of brotherhood code, he boldly stepped forward to explain for Qin Canglan.

“Young Master Murong, our young master loves your sister, and I will not hold you accountable. I hope you can become smart in dealing with social issues, and do not bring disaster to the Murong Family. Remember, if the young master lives, he will not care about what you did because he loves your sister; but if the young master has an unpredictable fate, even your sister cannot keep you alive.”

Knife Scar's voice was a little softer, but what he implied in his words was chilling.

Murong Yixiao was stunned and widely opened his eyes. He wanted to speak something, but he could not. The Murong Family, which had been occupying Jiangnan for a thousand years, seemed to be nothing so powerful in the mouth of Knife Scar, which made him feel funny and absurd.

But surprisingly he didn't doubt it much because Knife Scar's expression was so firm that he felt what he said was the truth.

“Remember, your words may bring you trouble. Guard your mouths!”

Knife Scar turned and strode away, and a group of black shirts followed him and disappeared into the dark as if they had never appeared before.

Murong Yixiao looked at the worried Qin Canglan and comforted him. “Don't worry, Brother Qin. That guy just talked about it, and you shouldn't take it seriously.”

“No, he wasn't joking about it. Apart from the snipers hidden in the dark, only the guys who came out were the B-class strong practitioners at least. That scar man is probably a master-level strong practitioner, let alone that this is just the power that could be seen. Besides that, how many strong ones are still hidden? Anyone who offends these people will probably die unnaturally.”

Qin Canglan said with a low spirit, “I hope Ding Ning can overcome the danger. Otherwise, the entire Qin Family will probably be killed.”

“Is it that serious?” Murong Yixiao said nervously.

Qin Canglan patted him on the shoulder, grinned bitterly and shook his head. “Such a powerful force is lurking under our nose, but we haven't found it. Then, you can imagine how terrifying they are.”

“God, my sister!”

Suddenly, Murong Yixiao patted his head and remembered that his sister was still waiting for him in the hotel.

“Let's go. Remember, don't tell your sister about what had happened today.”

After warning Murong Yixiao, Qin Canglan turned to his men and sternly said, “All of you should hold your tongue, and don't leak any information.”

“Yes, young master!”

The strong men in black had long been frightened by the twists and turns of the thing. If they had really harmed Ding Ning, they would probably have been dead today.

The chill from the strong black shirts made them shudder when they thought of it. Tonight's experience was a terrible nightmare for them, and it would be better to forget everything about it.

In a Hummer, Knife Scar was examining Ding Ning's body. After feeling the messy Qi and blood as well as the power of violence, he had worries in his eyes.

“Boss, how is the young master's condition?”

A man in a black shirt was worried and asked.

“His condition is very bad. I can't do anything, either. Our practicing ways are different. He was counterattacked after forcibly stopping his fighting technique. I can't do anything about it.”

Knife Scar was worried and said.

“Fighting technique? Not a martial arts technique?” The man wearing a black shirt sensitively found Knife Scar's wording mistake.

“Do you think the martial arts technique that can form a god's image can also be called a martial arts technique? Any martial arts techniques that can form images cannot be called martial arts techniques, but they should be called fighting techniques, which were born for fighting.

Knife Scar yearned for that level, had a wry smile, but shook his head. “The young master's ability is in fact between the B-level fighting force and the level fighting force, but he can perform the SS-level's fighting technique. He is a freaky genius.”

“The SS-level fighting technique? God, how come? That is the Great Masters' level.”

The black shirts were so shocked that their chins even fell to the ground. The Knife Scar boss had been invincible in their eyes. So far, he had only been the S-level strong man at the masters' level. The young master obviously had not even reached the class, but he could perform the SS-class fighting technique. How couldn't they be shocked?

“Remember, keep it a secret, and never spread it. Otherwise, the young master will have extremely great trouble.”

Knife Scar looked solemn and seriously warned them.

“Don't worry, boss. We all know how important the thing is.”

The black shirts had expressed their opinions, and they knew what their young master's freaky deeds meant. Once the secret was learned by the strong practitioners, they would definitely come to explore the young master's secret. That was not something good.

A black shirt twinkled a fierce look in his eyes. “Boss, there are so many people at the scene who saw the young master perform his fighting techniques. Do we need to…”

His words were not clear, but everyone knew what he meant. They all looked at Knife Scar, waiting for his order. Once he gave his order, they would return and kill all the people at the scene.

Knife Scar shook his head slightly. “Although we are not afraid of the Qin Family, we should avoid making trouble whenever possible. The young master wants to do great things, and he needs help from many fields. We should make as few enemies as possible for him. After all, the madam's intention is to take Ninghai as the young master's base. Our enemy is in Yan Jing, not Ninghai. Qin Canglan is a wise man, and I believe he'll shut everyone's mouth.”

“Did the boss deliberately threaten him but really mean to help him make the right decision?” A black shirt had a sneaky smile.

“I was not joking. If the young master is well, that is the best thing; but if he is not, the Qin Family will definitely become a funeral object for him. You only need to know that we are only the power on the surface, and the card that can make the final decision is called the final card.”

Knife Scar was not angry but looked powerful, speaking indifferently.

The black shirts looked at each other, but their eyes were filled with excitement. They all wanted to know what their madam's final card was, but they knew they were forbidden to ask the questions that should not be asked. Then, they nodded and kept silent.

“Boss, how about the young master's injuries?” A black shirt broke the silence and asked with concern.

“The Miss is waiting for us at the Biyun Nunnery. Let's be quicker.”

Knife Scar was feeling Ding Ning's messy pulse, pressing.

So far, the Biyun Nunnery was the oldest Buddhist monastery in Ninghai. It was located in the quiet and remote eastern suburbs of the city, and so it had a secluded style.

Now the night was deep, but the lonely lamp in the west chamber “Renshou Nunnery” was still on, and Ding Qianlie, dressed in plain clothes, was playing the game of go with an old nun under the lamp.

Putting down a black stone, the old nun said with a chuckle, “You lost.”

“Yes!” Ding Qianlie replied absent-mindedly.

“You're upset.” The old nun's face was full of wrinkles, and she seemed to be dying. Only a pair of eyes were clear and bright, shining with wisdom.

“It's about my younger brother. How can I be quiet?” Ding Qianlie did not hide her worries.

The old nun chanted the Buddhist mantra, “Amitabha. This is the course of nature, and everyone has their own fate.”

“I don't resign myself to my fate!” Qianlie's look was like iron. Her snow-white skin reflected her plain clothes, and she looked stubborn and tameless.

Chapter end