Ultimate Village Doctor

The gangsters saw their boss get knocked down by Long Xiaoshan.

They yelled out in anger.

Facing Wang Feng, the ghost, they were somewhat terrified, but they didn't take Long Xiaoshan, dressed like a peasant, seriously at all. One by one, they swung their machetes and iron rods, attacking Long Xiaoshan.

Long Xiaoshan gripped an iron rod and quickly smashed it out.

The shadow of the rod danced through the air.

Bang!

Ouch!

Mommy!

Screams of agony kept coming. Before Long Xiaoshan had made a breakthrough with the Longevity Art, he could already take down more than a dozen people. Now, after the breakthrough, with all aspects of his body enhanced, these thugs couldn't even touch his clothes before they were beaten to the ground by him.

One minute later, there was nobody left standing in the room apart from Zhao Jun.

The ground was covered with his underlings, clutching their heads and howling in pain.

By this time, Zhao Jun had already stood up.

His complexion was grave, and his face, full of fleshy ridges, twisted even more, making him look terrifying as he stared at Long Xiaoshan, "It seems, I've underestimated you."

He had never paid much attention to Long Xiaoshan, the little farmer.

Even when Long Xiaoshan barged in and acted cool and composed, Zhao Jun didn't think highly of him. He assumed Long Xiaoshan was just emboldened by having Wang Feng, the ghost, at his back—like a young calf not afraid of tigers.

Unexpectedly,

The one truly in charge was not the ghost of Wang Feng, but this young bumpkin.

From the skill he displayed taking down his men, this guy was no ordinary tough cookie.

Zhao Jun watched Long Xiaoshan coldly, suddenly tore off his black tank top, revealing his very strong upper body. He pulled out a knife, wound the tank top around his hand, and tied the knife handle to his hand.

A very strong killing intent radiated out.

Zhao Jun howled, and like a hungry wolf, he pounced, his knife slashing several times in the blink of an eye.

Long Xiaoshan swayed left and right, easily dodging Zhao Jun's knife.
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Then he brought the rod crashing down.

Bang!

Zhao Jun screamed in pain.

The arm holding the knife was broken by Long Xiaoshan.

But the guy was tough; even with a broken arm, he just yelled out once and charged at Long Xiaoshan.

Long Xiaoshan kicked him in the stomach.

The kick churned Black Wolf's insides, turning everything upside down, and he vomited everything he had eaten.

"Zhao Jun, are you ready to explain yourself now?" Long Xiaoshan threw the iron rod to the ground, dusted off his hands, sat down on the sofa, and poured himself a glass of red wine.

"Impressive, very impressive."

Zhao Jun laughed with a grating voice, struggling to get up from the ground.

"Alright, you want an explanation, right? I can give you one."

Zhao Jun suddenly straightened up, and out of nowhere, he had a pistol in his hand, its dark muzzle aimed straight at Long Xiaoshan's head.

"You motherfucker want an explanation from me, this is the explanation I give you!"

"You think you're so tough? Hit me again!"

"Believe it or not, I'll blow your brains out with one shot!"

"Kneel down and call me 'Sir'!"

Zhao Jun, holding the pistol, screamed wildly.

His demeanor was crazed, obviously agitated by Long Xiaoshan's beating just moments ago.

Seeing Zhao Jun suddenly draw a pistol, everyone in the room froze, even Wang Feng's ghost didn't dare make a rash move.

He wasn't afraid of the gun, it was because he was afraid of making a move.

Zhao Jun would fire the moment he did!

In the hands of ordinary people, a pistol is absolutely a deadly weapon.

Even those who have trained can be startled by a gun.

No matter how tough Long Xiaoshan was, could he withstand a bullet?

At that moment, Long Xiaoshan's eyes narrowed, having a gun pointed at his forehead was nerve-wracking, even though he was used to rough scenes in prison, this was the first time someone had a gun aimed at him.

He had underestimated Zhao Jun.

How could someone like him not have something to save his life?

Long Xiaoshan's face remained stern, and he said nothing.

Zhao Jun began to sneer, "Arrogant, huh? Keep being arrogant for me!"

He took two steps forward, the pistol almost touching Long Xiaoshan's head, and commanded, "Kneel down, now!"

"Alright, since you put it that way, I must give you some face."

Long Xiaoshan slowly stood up, suddenly, he splashed the wine in Zhao Jun's face, and his body shot out like an arrow released from a bow.

The instant the wine splashed on Zhao Jun's face, the gun went off!

Bang!

The entire room shook.

"Xiaoshan." Wang Feng's ghost shouted out loud.

Being a Ghost Body, he clearly saw a bullet flying towards Long Xiaoshan.

Long Xiaoshan was fast, but at such a close distance, he couldn't dodge a bullet.

Just as the bullet neared Long Xiaoshan, a faint golden light flashed across his body.

The bullet was surprisingly deflected by the golden light.

Long Xiaoshan punched Zhao Jun in the face, causing it to bloom with injury, and as he fell to the ground, Long Xiaoshan snatched the pistol from his hand and stepped on his chest, pressing the pistol against Black Wolf's temple.

Zhao Jun's head spun until the coldness of the gun's barrel brought him back to his senses.

He was somewhat in disbelief.

He had clearly fired a shot, at such a close distance, no aim was needed.

How did Long Xiaoshan not get hit?

Because his eyes were blinded by the wine, he hadn't seen the golden light emanating from Long Xiaoshan's body.

Long Xiaoshan inwardly sighed with relief, thankful that he was carrying the Vajra Talisman and that its power hadn't disappointed him, blocking even a bullet.

Otherwise, just now, even if he wouldn't have died, he would have been severely wounded.

"Zhao Jun, the wheel of fortune turns, now what do you have to say?"

Long Xiaoshan pressed the gun against Zhao Jun's forehead and spoke calmly.

"Fine, I concede. I'll have someone transfer my shares in the Wang Family to you right now," Zhao Jun said through gritted teeth.

"Just the shares? What about you plotting against Wang Feng and having someone cripple Liu Yufeng? How will you explain that?" Long Xiaoshan's gaze was icy as he moved the gun's barrel down, pressing it against Zhao Jun's shattered nose and forcefully prodding, the friction between the broken bones and the barrel creating a grinding sound.

Zhao Jun's face contorted in pain and he broke out in a cold sweat.

"What do you want? If you're going to kill, then just kill me. If I even frown, I'll take your surname!" Zhao Jun, despite the intense pain, lashed out crazily.

"Killing you, that would be too wasteful. You've been in Xinyuan County for so many years, you must have many subordinates and assets. Tomorrow, you will donate all your properties to build a hundred Hope Primary Schools," Long Xiaoshan said with a smile.