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Phoenix Village.

Several burly men in black suits flanked an old man named Yan, walking towards Qin Yu's grandfather's house.

"Boss, why do I feel that something isn't quite right?"

A burly man muttered.

"What's not right?"

The leader was a man with a hawk-like nose, giving off a very sinister vibe.

"It's only a four or five-hour drive from this godforsaken ravine to East Sea, so why bring that barefoot doctor along? Could it be a trap?"

The burly man expressed his doubts.

"Hahaha... Look, number three, you've fought in underground boxing matches, are you still afraid of an old man in his eighties? Does he have three heads and six arms or something?"

Another burly man couldn't help but laugh.

"I'm not afraid of one old guy, but what if, just what if Yan Mingyu has secretly stashed away some people waiting for us to walk right into their trap?"

The burly man continued hesitantly.

"Number three, are you dumb? If Yan Mingyu really had people protecting him in secret, would we have been able to abduct this old man?"

The man beside him countered again.

"Oh, that's true!"

The burly man nodded.

"Alright, let's pick up the barefoot doctor and get moving. Don't delay, lest we dream too long in the night!"

The man with the hawk-like nose spoke in a deep voice.

Soon, the group arrived at the entrance to the old Qin's house.

Inside, the lights were on, and Old Qin was sitting on a chair reading a medical book.

He only looked up at the sound of footsteps, his eyes cloudy as he looked outside, asking, "Are you Mr. Yan's bodyguards? Just bring the person inside, and tell him not to wander off next time. It's pitch black at night, and if he gets lost, it would be troublesome!"

"Yes, we're his bodyguards."

The man with the hawk-like nose quickly said.

Behind him, a burly man pressed a knife against Old Yan's lower back, keeping him from speaking out of turn.

"Our boss says you need to come back to East Sea with the old man for a while. Get ready, and we'll set off!"

After the hawk-nosed man finished speaking, he walked into the house.

"I'm old and can't travel at night. If we must go to East Sea, let's talk about it tomorrow. You all are here anyway, just squeeze in for the night! Cough cough...."

Old Qin coughed twice, then stood up with the aid of a walking stick and headed towards the back room.

"Hey...."

The hawk-nosed man called out, but seeing that Old Qin was ignoring him, he could only call Liu Yuran to report that the barefoot doctor would be leaving tomorrow.

Liu Yuran didn't think much about it. After all, both old men were under his control; what trouble could they possibly cause?

He told his subordinates to stay overnight and head back to East Sea early the next morning.

"Come on in and spend the night before you leave!"

After putting away his phone, the hawk-nosed man gestured with his hand, and the group of burly men pushed Old Yan into the house.

"Close the door behind me; there are wild beasts in these mountains!"

Old Qin's voice came from inside the house.

"Shit, we're afraid of wild beasts?"

"He's probably worried about losing something valuable in this shabby house!"

"All he has are some leaves, roots, broken bottles, and rusty cans—worthless trash I wouldn't take even if it were free!"

After a couple of mocking comments, the burly men closed the door anyway.

"Let's all try to sleep early. I'll light some mosquito incense for you! The mosquitoes in the mountain village are ferocious; without incense, you won't be able to sleep!"

Old Qin came out holding a stick wrapped in a powder that emitted blue smoke, a "jumbo mosquito coil," and spoke in a nonchalant tone, "The mosquitoes in our mountains are vicious, they can kill a man. Store-bought incense won't do, it has to be my own mix to be effective!"

"Hehe, Old Qin, you're the first to make poverty sound so poetic and refined!"

One of the burly men sneered.

"Alright, just rest here for the night!"

The hawk-nosed man signaled with his eyes.

"Yeah, it's such a long way to the East Sea, make sure you all rest well!"

The old Mr. Qin stuck the "mosquito coil" into a crevice in the wall, then slowly started rolling up his sleeves, "It's been nearly thirty years since I've fought anyone. I wonder if these old bones are still flexible!"

"What do you mean, old timer?"

The hook-nosed man's complexion darkened.

"To teach you few rascals a lesson!"

The old Mr. Qin appeared as if it was the most natural thing to say.

"Hahaha... Old man, you're probably struggling to eat, yet here you are talking about teaching us?"

"That's right, we could take you down with just one hand!"

"Stop causing trouble and go to sleep already, we're heading to the East Sea early tomorrow!"

The hook-nosed man's underlings did not take the old Mr. Qin seriously at all.

"Youngsters these days are getting more and more arrogant!"

The old Mr. Qin shook his head, looked at the group of burly men, and said, "If you had talked to me like this thirty years ago, by this time next year, the grass on your graves would be three feet tall!"

"Fuck, you old geezer, you're saying you're still pretty badass?"

After a burly man blurted this out, he walked up to the old Mr. Qin and kicked at him, "Without a lesson, you won't understand how many eyes Lord Ma has!"

"Fourth Brother!"

Just as the hook-nosed man was chastising him, he saw the old Mr. Qin's stooped figure suddenly shoot up considerably.

With one reach of his arm, he grasped the shoulder of the man kicking him, and at the same time, chopped down on his neck with his palm.

It may sound like a long description, but in reality, it happened in the blink of an eye—the hook-nosed man's underling was already flipped to the ground by Old Qin.

"Old man, you've still got a few tricks up your sleeve?"

The hook-nosed man's eyes widened, and he threw a fierce punch straight at the old Mr. Qin's face.

"Hmm... It seems you're not there yet. You haven't mastered the hidden strength!"

The old Mr. Qin shook his head, gave a slight shrug of his shoulders, and was in front of the hook-nosed man in an instant.

A palm supported his chin.

Crack...

Thump...

In another face-off moment, the hook-nosed man was taken down by the old Mr. Qin.

"Damn it, you old coot, I'll stab you to death!"

A burly man with a knife swore as he lunged at the old Mr. Qin, brandishing his blade.

"Grandpa Qin, be careful!"

Old Mr. Yan couldn't help but shout.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

"They are like grasshoppers after autumn, they won't be jumping around for long. My 'mosquito coil' has some extra ingredients!"

The old Mr. Qin also knew his own situation—nearing eighty years old, inconvenient legs and feet—worried he might not be a match for the group of sturdy men, he had sprinkled some drugs on the mosquito coil that could make someone go weak all over.

A two-pronged approach, to ensure nothing goes wrong.

Sure enough, the burly man with the knife hadn't even stabbed the old Mr. Qin before he stumbled on his own, half-kneeling on the ground.

"Oh, paying respects before New Year's, isn't that a bit much?"

The old Mr. Qin cracked a slight smile, slapped the sturdy man's face with his hand, and knocked him unconscious.

The remaining two burly men exchanged glances, wanting to hold Old Mr. Yan hostage, but found themselves too weak to manage it.

They could only watch helplessly as the old Mr. Qin approached them, a slap for each, sending them to the ground.

Afterward, the old Mr. Qin grabbed a rope used for gathering herbs in the mountains, tied up the group of sturdy men securely, then extinguished the "mosquito coil" and took out his cellphone to call his grandson.

Lingling...

In Yan Mingyu's office, both her and Qin Yu's faces bore a mix of anticipation and anxiety.

Wondering if the elderly Mr. Qin could handle Liu Yuran's underlings.

"It's my grandpa's call!"

Qin Yu pulled out his phone and hurriedly answered the call, "Grandpa, how's it going? Great, great, I'll be right there!"

After hanging up, he said to Yan Mingyu, "President Yan, he's taken care of it!"