Qin Lang knew that Qin Lang was flattering him, but he couldn't be angry. However, Qin Lang was focused on saving Ma Zhenyong, so he didn't have the leisure to care about Tang Zhenggang's uncle's life or death. Just as he was about to reject Tang Zhenggang, he heard Tang Zhenggang say, "Mr. Qin, this time, uncle was poisoned by the Japanese Ito family's secret poison. If we, the Tangmen, can't cure uncle, I'm afraid that the Japanese will be secretly pleased. So, we must ask for Mr. Qin's help. The Tang family is willing to pay a great price …"
"Wait, you said that your uncle was poisoned by the Japanese?" Hearing the words "Japanese," Qin Lang immediately became serious. Qin Lang wasn't a real nationalist, but Qin Lang definitely didn't like the Japanese. Anyway, in Qin Lang's opinion, the Japanese were a perverted and arrogant nation.
Qin Lang only had one opinion about the Japanese: a dead Japanese was a good Japanese.
Most of the time, when Qin Lang heard the word "Japanese," he felt uncomfortable. But what made him even more uncomfortable was that there were actually many people in the country who tried to be friendly to the Japanese, completely forgetting the humiliation of their country.
So, when he heard that Tang Zhenggang's uncle was injured by the Japanese, Qin Lang changed his mind. A person who could fight with the Japanese was worth saving.
"Yes, uncle was injured by the Ito family's hidden weapon," Tang Zhenggang said. Tang Zhenggang said, "If Mr. Qin is willing to help, the Tang family will be very grateful …"
The reason why Tang Zhenggang was so concerned about this matter was that on one hand, it was his uncle who was injured, and on the other hand, it was because his uncle was the mainstay of their family. If he was crippled this time, it would have a great impact on their position and power in the Tang family.
"In that case, I'll go and have a look," Qin Lang said, "but I have to rush back to Summer City tonight."
"Mr. Qin, don't worry. We're less than 100 kilometers away from Summer City. I'll arrange for someone to pick you up. May I know where you are?"
"Just ask your people to pick me up at the Sanjiang Bridge." Qin Lang didn't want to expose his hiding place easily. In addition, to be safe, this time, Qin Lang also brought Feng Kui, the poison slave.
Ten minutes later, Qin Lang arrived at the Sanjiang Bridge. The people sent by Tang Zhenggang were already waiting at the bridgehead. It was a black Land Rover. After Qin Lang got in the car, it quickly drove to its destination.
Now that the highways around Summer City were accessible, Qin Lang arrived at his destination in half an hour – Minghai Lake Scenic Area.
It had to be said that the Tangmen really knew how to enjoy life. Therefore, this group of assassins not only drove luxury cars, but also lived in high-end villas and lived a luxurious life. Needless to say, the few best villas in the Minghai Lake Scenic Area must have fallen into the hands of the Tangmen.
However, as an assassin, having wine today and getting drunk today wasn't wrong. Just as Tang San said, an assassin's blade was a life of licking blood. As an assassin, very few people would save money, because there was no telling which day they would die. People dying without spending all their money, this kind of matter was indeed somewhat sorrowful.
Therefore, Tang San said that many people in the Tangmen actually had negative assets and owed a lot of debt to the bank. However, this world was very strange. It was often the poor who were desperately saving money, while the rich were desperately borrowing money. Those who saved money lived a hard life, while those who borrowed money lived a good life.
In fact, these people in the Tangmen lived a really comfortable life.
But for Tang Yinhong, who was lying in bed waiting to die, his comfortable days had come to an end. Tang Yinhong was Tang Zhenggang's uncle. Although he was an uncle, Tang Yinhong was actually only a few years older than Tang Zhenggang. Moreover, Tang Yinhong's Kung Fu was more profound, so he didn't age much. He looked almost the same as Tang Zhenggang.
But now, Tang Yinhong looked very old, with a kind of sadness like the sun was setting in the west. Of course, at this time, there was only the moon outside the window of the villa. Even the setting sun was gone.
Tang Yinhong accepted an assassination mission, and the target was a big shot in a certain Japanese family. Although he successfully killed the other party, he was injured by a master of the Itoh family with a highly toxic hidden weapon. After Tang Yinhong sneaked back to the country, the poison had already spread from his back to his internal organs and spine. The poison master of the Tangmen was already helpless. The "doctor" of the Tangmen could save Tang Yinhong's life, but he couldn't save his Kung Fu. In fact, Tang Yinhong could only spend the rest of his life in a chair or on a bed.
When Qin Lang got out of the car, Tang Zhenggang personally stood at the door to greet him. Then, Tang Zhenggang led him into Tang Yinhong's room. At this time, there were only Tang Zhenggang and Tang Qianyuan in the room. As for Feng Kui, he stood at the door, motionless, like a statue.
"Zhenggang, I know my injury very well … Ahem … You don't have to find a doctor for me anymore. My Kung Fu has been destroyed by the Japanese! F * ck … Damn it, I can't believe that my whole life … My Kung Fu has been destroyed by the Japanese … I can't accept this! "Tang Yinhong's tone was filled with anger and unwillingness.
"Uncle, don't talk nonsense. This is a master of Xing Lin that I specially invited. His medical skills are extraordinary. He must have a way to cure your injury!" Tang Zhenggang flattered Qin Lang again.
"Oh, he's the doctor you hired?" Tang Yinhong looked at Qin Lang, as if he didn't believe it. With Qin Lang's age, he didn't look like a master of Xing Lin or a divine doctor of the country. In fact, he wasn't even close to it.
"Uncle, don't underestimate Mr. Qin!" Tang Zhenggang was worried that his uncle had offended Qin Lang, so he quickly said, "He was the one who healed Qianyuan's body last time."
"I was the one who poisoned Tang Qianyuan," Qin Lang said calmly.
Tang Yinhong looked surprised. Then, he nodded lightly. "To be able to use such a strange poison … He must have some medical skills … If that's the case, I'll have to trouble you. Anyway, I'm just trying my best … Ahem … "
"Mr. Qin, please treat uncle," Tang Zhenggang said respectfully to Qin Lang.
"Okay." Qin Lang nodded slightly. He began to move Tang Yinhong's body to check on his injury.
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