Chapter 90

The old man inserted nine silver needles into Zheng Xiaotian's body.

"Now, the nine silver needles have been inserted into your body. You may not see anything, but these are the nine major acupoints. By connecting through these acupoints, the true qi will circulate. This will break through the blockages in your meridians. As long as the silver needles are removed one by one at the end, the treatment process will be complete," the old man said.

"You tell me all this, but I don't understand. You're not going to teach me traditional Chinese medicine, are you?" Zheng Xiaotian smiled.

"When a doctor treats a patient, they like to explain things. They can't let you get better without knowing why, nor can they let you die in confusion. It's a simple principle," the old man said.

Bang, bang, bang!

The sound of knocking came from the door.

"Who is it!" the old man called out to the door.

Bang, bang, bang!

The knocking continued.

"I'll go check first. You stay here. Remember, remember, remember, you must not remove the silver needles yourself. If you move, not only might the treatment fail, but your injuries will become more serious. What should take three to five minutes will end up taking three to five days, or even three to five years," the old man said as he walked toward the door.

Zheng Xiaotian thought, is it really that serious?

The old man reached the door and opened it with a creak. Outside the door was another iron door, and beyond that, about ten men stood. Each one looked fierce and terrifying.

"Are you from the demolition office?" the old man's eyes narrowed. He had seen this kind of scene many times before. That's why he had his granddaughter stay at school. If they wanted him to move, it wasn't difficult. They would offer him the same square footage. If it was larger, he wouldn't want it because it wasn't his, and he couldn't afford the extra space. If it was smaller, it wouldn't be by just ten to twenty square meters. So, it had to be one-to-one.

"Demolition office?" the leader's eyes darted around and he said, "Yes, we are from the demolition office. Open the door, let's talk!"

The man thought, if they pretend to be from the demolition office, they can get in, fine!

Bang! The door slammed shut. At that moment, the man's hand was still inside the iron door. When the wooden door slammed shut, he was stunned. After a moment of shock, the pain surged through his brain.

"Ahh, ahh..." the man howled, slowly pulling his hand out of the iron door. The more he pulled, the more it hurt. The feeling was so unbearable that he wanted to kill the other person.

"Damn, damn, you old man, you tricked me. Open the door, open it," the man shouted.

"I won't open it. If you have the ability, demolish my house. Let me die in the room, and see how the news praises you," the old man's voice came from inside the door.

"Damn, you old man, do you even know if you're alive or dead?" the man was furious.

"I don't know if I'm alive or dead, so what? I'm old, I'm not afraid of dying!" the old man said.

The man pulled out a gun from his pocket and attached a silencer. He aimed the gun at the lock of the iron door and pulled the trigger.

With a ding, the lock was shattered, and the iron door opened.

"If you don't open the door, I'll break it down," the man threatened.

"Go ahead and break it if you can," the old man was unconcerned. He clearly didn't realize that the first line of defense, the iron door, had already been breached.

Inside the room, Zheng Xiaotian's eyes were on the door.

"Sir, I have detected over ten cold weapons and two firearms. I suggest you put on armor," the butler said.

"If the armor comes out, what about the silver needles on my body?" Zheng Xiaotian asked.

"If the silver needles are ordinary, the armor won't affect them. However, the material of these silver needles is different. The armor will definitely push them out," the butler said.

Zheng Xiaotian thought, if this happens, it will be a disaster. They said not to touch any of the silver needles. If all nine are disturbed, it won't be a matter of three to five days, but three to five years.

"Armor cannot be equipped," Zheng Xiaotian said.

"Alright, sir!" the butler could only say, I've given you all the warnings I should.

Bang! The wooden door was kicked open. Over ten men burst in.

At that moment, the old man was stunned. How did the iron door, the iron general, fail? This was a very suspicious situation.

"Old man, didn't expect that, did you? We successfully broke in," the leader grabbed the old man's collar with his uninjured right hand.

"What are you going to do?" the old man was panicked.

Zheng Xiaotian was behind the door. Faced with such an emergency, could he just stand by? He was considering whether to summon the armor.

"Hit him!" the man couldn't hit himself because his hand was in too much pain. So, he ordered his subordinates to hit.

"Armor, manifest!" Zheng Xiaotian ordered.

"Sir, aren't you worried about the silver needles?" the butler asked.

"Let it be. You're talking too much. Saving the old man is more important now," Zheng Xiaotian said.

"Alright!" the butler nodded.

Ding!

This sound came from the leader's body. He had a gun in his right pocket. A powerful force surged, and he was pushed back out of the door.

Ding!

This sound came from another man's machete.

Ding, ding, ding!

The thugs were pushed out of the room by bullets. It was clear that someone was hiding in the shadows, striking from behind.

"Boss!" one of the thugs looked at the leader.

"I know!" the leader nodded, "This guy not only has heavy weapons but also has such precise aim. He just wants to warn us not to go too far. He doesn't want to kill. Compared to shooting at the head, shooting at the machete and the gun in the pocket is much easier."

"Boss, what do we do now? Just wait and see?" the thug asked.

"Call for reinforcements. Call in the experts!" the leader took out his phone. His actions acknowledged that the target's combat value was beyond his expectations, and he couldn't handle it.