Chapter 135
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Of course, Zhuo Bufan and Ye Xuan had also joined the partnership. Zhuo Bufan owned 50% of the shares, and the other three shared the other 50% equally.
When Zhuo Bufan was treating Ye Baobao, he had added True Qi and Spiritual Qi to heal the scars on his face quickly. However, even if the prescription he provided only had 50% of the effect and could not heal the scars so quickly, it was still unprecedented in the world's medical technology.
With Cao Simiao's business sense, he knew that if he could make this business big and become the only one in the world, even if the market could not be compared to real estate and finance, the benefits would definitely be unimaginable.
There was another reason why Zhuo Bufan agreed to this. He could not stay with Ye Xuan forever. If Ye Xuan did not have a real trump card, he would never be able to establish a foothold in the family.
After treating the scars on Ye Baobao's face yesterday, Zhuo Bufan left with Lian Shijian and found a five-star hotel in the city to stay.
In the morning.
Zhuo Bufan was planning to go out for a walk. Tomorrow was the day of the Zhongzhou Antiques Trade Fair. He had already asked Ye Xuan about it. The fair would be held in a summer palace in Zhongzhou, and one could only enter with an invitation. As for the invitation, Ye Xuan would take care of it himself and said that he would find a way to get it.
As soon as he walked into the elevator, Zhuo Bufan saw a woman with black hair standing in the elevator. She was about 23 or 24 years old, and the loose sportswear on her body could not hide her proud figure. She was also very pretty, at least at the same level as Chen Qingai.
The woman seemed to have noticed Zhuo Bufan's gaze. She could not help but raise her eyelids and glance at him. Her eyes were a little cold.
"Hey, there is True Qi flowing in her body. Although it is very weak, it is indeed there. Could it be that the warriors nowadays are so worthless that we can meet them whenever we go out?" Zhuo Bufan was secretly surprised. His opponent should be at the peak of the State of Light, and he was young. He did not look simple.
Qian Luo's slender eyebrows were knitted together. Those men who saw her would look at her a few times, she was already used to it. But this man in front of her actually kept staring at her, too much!
"I say, have you seen enough?" Qian Luo didn't mince her words. Her eyes were cold.
Zhuo Bufan shifted his gaze away. He was just a martial artist from the State of Ming. Even if he was curious, he would not be interested.
"You …" Qian Luo was so angry that her chest was heaving up and down. She had never seen such an arrogant boy. He looked at her and didn't even bother to talk to her. If it wasn't for the strict rules in the military, she would have given him a shoulder throw to teach him a lesson.
Soon, the two of them left the elevator. The woman hailed a taxi and left. Zhuo Bufan planned to walk around and relax. She didn't take a taxi, but walked towards the bustling area on foot.
… …
In a hotel room, a man in a black suit put away his binoculars and said: "Brother Meng Nan, that brat left the hotel. It seems like the woman beside him is still in the hotel. Should we kidnap that woman as well?"
"What a waste of time. Master Ghost has orders. I will bring him back to see Master Ghost directly." A tall man stood up. His eyes revealed a trace of coldness.
"That's true. With Brother Meng Nan's strength, we can just directly bring him back. Why would we need to use those despicable methods?" One of the lackeys complimented.
Meng Nan was expressionless. He took a jacket and left the room. The other lackeys were confused.
"Other big brothers like to listen to us compliment them. Why is Brother Meng Nan like an iron man? I feel like he never smiles."
"This is called cool. What do you know."
Half an hour later, Zhuo Bufan just walked out of a medicine shop. He was a little disappointed. He wanted to refine the Foundation Establishment Elixir. He still needed some rare and expensive herbs. These ordinary shops didn't have them at all. He only went in with a glimmer of hope. Indeed, it was as he expected.
"I hope I can find a suitable cauldron to refine the elixir at tomorrow's antique trade fair." Zhuo Bufan muttered to himself. Suddenly, his ears twitched. He didn't need to turn around to know that he was being followed. The corner of his mouth curled into a strange smile. Could these people be the same group as the killers he met on the train last time?
Zhuo Bufan walked slowly towards a remote place. Killing people in the downtown area would still cause a commotion.
Just as Zhuo Bufan and the people behind him turned into a small alley, a woman in sportswear with long hair that reached her buttocks suddenly had a flash of light in her eyes. Her eyes even turned red in an instant. "Brother Bing, is that you?"
"Sir, you've been following me for so long. What's the matter?" Zhuo Bufan stopped in the middle of the alley and slowly turned his head. He saw a small giant dressed in black leather standing behind him. He was as tall as O 'Neal. His expression was as cold as ice. His pupils exuded a trace of deathly aura.
Zhuo Bufan looked at him and immediately frowned. "Soul Manipulation?" But he immediately denied it. The Soul Manipulation could only be performed by a cultivator in the middle stage of the Foundation Establishment Realm. The cultivator could control a puppet with a lower cultivation level than him and use his will to control the puppet to fight.
But the degree of deathly aura in the eyes of the man in front of him was obviously not enough. He must have been hit by a spell that had the same effect as the Soul Manipulation. But this spell was obviously of a lower level.
"Master Ghost sent me to kill you. Do you want to go back with me alive or do you want me to bring back a dead body?" Meng Nan's voice sounded like an electronic voice. It was emotionless.
Zhuo Bufan clenched his fist. As long as he opened his palm, a fireball would appear and hit him directly. The temperature was over a thousand degrees. Unless it was made of steel, the flesh would be turned into ashes.
"Who is Master Ghost?"
"You don't need to know. You can see Master Ghost if you come back with me." Meng Nan said and was about to rush forward. Suddenly, a woman ran behind him and tried to hug him from behind.
"Brother Bing, I've been looking for you!" The woman said. Her red eyes were filled with tears.
But at this moment, Meng Nan suddenly released a murderous aura. He turned around and slashed at the woman's face. He did not hold back at all. The woman seemed to be shocked. She hurriedly raised her hands. But her whole body was thrown back by the slash. She fell on the ground and her hands kept twitching.
"Brother Bing, have you forgotten me? I'm Qianluo. Have you forgotten Fiery Dragon? " The woman looked at the man in front of her in disbelief. He was different from the Brother Bing she knew a few years ago.
Zhuo Bufan frowned. The woman lying on the ground was the woman she met in the hotel elevator today. This woman was from Fiery Dragon and seemed to know the man in front of her.
"Fiery Dragon …" Meng Nan suddenly looked like a puppet whose clockwork had been pulled. He was stunned on the spot. His pupils gradually dilated. Then he held his head and his face showed a painful expression. "Who am I … Who am I …"
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