"You know a thing or two about the chief's abilities," the middle-aged man said. "The old chief said that his talent was the highest in the stockade in the past 150 years, but he still had to work hard for decades to get to where he is now. How strong can the young man you're talking about be?"
"Very strong." Zhao Young-ho didn't explain too much. It was useless to explain. Only by seeing and experiencing it with one's own eyes could one know how terrifying that person was.
"Well, I'll go take a look later," the middle-aged man said. "You wait here. If anything unexpected happens, you just retreat. I'll cover you. What do you think?"
"Okay." Zhao Young-ho nodded.
"Wait, there's someone!"
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. It's almost dark. What are you doing up the mountain instead of staying at home? Enjoying the scenery and the wind?" A man walked out from behind a tree.
Jia Zizai held a cigarette in his mouth and looked at the two men in front of him.
"You're from the Valley of Thousands of Medicine, aren't you? You smell like dregs of medicine."
"Who are you?" The middle-aged man had already made his move when he asked the question. At the same time, he looked at Zhao Young-ho and found that he shook his head. He knew that the person in front of him was not Wang Yao.
The invisible insect poison had been released. Soon, the person in front of him would lose the ability to resist and be in extreme pain. He would kneel and beg for mercy and tell everything.
However, he soon found that he had miscalculated. The insect poison he released did not seem to have any effect at all. The person in front of him was completely fine.
"Well, what do you mean by that expression?" Jia Zizai smiled.
"Well, let's talk less. Let's get down to business." After saying that, Jia Zizai came in front of the two men in one step.
"He's a martial artist!" The two men thought to themselves.
Swoosh! A silver light spilled out.
It was a large number of flying needles.
"Hidden weapons?"
Jia Zizai was so fast that he dodged to the side in an instant. The darts all missed.
A bright light flashed.
Blood splashed. A bloody wound about a foot long appeared on the middle-aged man's body. It was so deep that the bone was visible. Blood flowed out.
"Let's go!" He said to Zhao Young-ho beside him.
Once an expert made a move, one would know whether or not he was an expert. This person was very difficult to deal with, and he might not be his opponent. He could not allow both of them to die here.
Zhao Young-ho retreated without hesitation.
Jia Zizai didn't stop him. He and the remaining man moved through the forest. After a while, one of the two men fell. Jia Zizai stood there calmly. The middle-aged man who fought with him was covered in blood and had no strength to fight back.
"Let's go somewhere else to talk."
He carried the man to the hut on the hill.
On the other hand, Zhao Young-ho immediately reported what had happened to the stockade.
"Caught again?" Miao Qingfeng was surprised.
This time, the person who went was already an elder. He was already considered one of the best in their stronghold, but he died there again.
"Isn't that person Wang Yao?"
"Yes, I didn't see him the last time I was here."
"Stay there and wait for my news. Don't act rashly."
"Got it." Zhao Young-ho left the mountain village and returned to Lianshan County. He found a place to stay.
"Sir, I caught another one."
"Are you hurt?"
"I'm fine. I'm just warming up my muscles and bones."
In the mountain village, Jia Zizai told Wang Yao that he had caught another person. The two of them went to the hut on the hill.
"Is it someone from the Valley of Thousands of Medicine?"
"Yes, these people still don't give up," Jia Zizai said. "They know there are tigers in the mountain, but they still go there. I admire their courage."
The man on the ground had been tortured to death, but there were no visible wounds on the surface. This was the strength of a professional like Jia Zizai.
"Where's the phone?"
"It was destroyed by him."
"There are two of them?"
"Yes, the man ran away," Jia Zizai said.
He originally wanted to stop them, but he didn't bring a gun. The man on the ground had a set of tricks. If it had been in the past, he might have been killed.
"This man has hidden weapons and these poisonous things on him. Hey, there are two big centipedes in here!"
Jia Zizai kicked the things that had been turned over from the man's body. There were two big red centipedes in a small cage. When he first opened it, it scared him. The centipedes were very afraid of his aura. Once he got close, the two big centipedes curled up in the small cage and didn't dare to move.
"Has the news been sent out?" He leaned down and asked the man who was not very angry.
"Yes." He nodded.
Now, he finally saw the young man who had been listening to Zhao Young-ho for a while. He was indeed very young. At the moment, he believed most of what Zhao Young-ho said. The man who had suppressed him was so respectful and polite to this young man. This young man's ability must be much higher than that man's. Just like in the stockade, the chief was the most powerful, so everyone was respectful to him. At least on the surface.
In any society, in any place, strength always determined status.
"What else can you get out of him?"
"Well, he should have said everything that can be said."
"Alright, leave it to the police."
Just like that, there was one more suspect in the police station that night.
"Went to the Wang Family Village again?"
"Yes, to steal medicine."
"Hey, these people are from southern Yunnan," Wang Yao said. "They came all the way here to steal medicine. They are really something!"
"They are really something. Is it the same place?"
"Let me check. It's really the same place!"
"Well done, a gang crime. They are really something!"
In the Valley of Thousands of Medicine, thousands of miles away …
"Something happened to Qingnan?"
"Yes, he was arrested," the Miao Qingfeng said.
"Well, let Yinghao come back," the Miaoxi River said after thinking for a moment.
"Over there?"
"I'll go there myself after a while," the Miaoxi River said.
"Good." The Miao Qingfeng was shocked.
In his impression, the chief rarely left the stockade. Even when he went out, it was in southern Yunnan. He had never heard of him leaving the province. This time, he was going to travel thousands of miles to the north.
He came out of the room and unconsciously walked to the side of the rippling "Buried God Lake" and lit a cigarette.
The environment outside had changed. The wind was blowing before a storm.
The patriarch was still the patriarch. He had amazing skills, but after all, he was in this corner of Diannan. There were some storms that he could not withstand alone.
The night gradually deepened.
On the wooden table in the cottage on Nanshan Hill, Wang Yao was writing a prescription.
Wuteng, Tie Mei, Changyang …
The names of the herbs appeared on the white paper.
He was thinking about another medicine for Zhong Liuchuan, Jia Zizai, and Hu Mei.
The previous medicine made them immune to all kinds of poisons and were not afraid of snakes, insects, rats, and ants. The medicine would strengthen their bodies and make them as strong as iron. Such an unusual medicine could not be made with ordinary herbs. The main herbs needed to use licorice roots.
As he was thinking, the prescription on the white paper was gradually completed.
Unknowingly, it was late at night. The mountain was very quiet.
The next day, the sun rose in the east.
Zheng Weijun came to the clinic early with a smile on his face.
"It's passed," Zheng Weijun said. "It's all passed, Sir."
"The two medicines have passed the relevant procedures," Zheng Weijun said.
"Yes, it's passed," Zheng Weijun said.
Logically speaking, this process would take a relatively long time. However, Zheng Weijun had thought of a way and walked his own path. He wanted to speed up the production of these two drugs as much as possible and bring the time forward.
This was a chicken that could lay eggs. He held it in his hand and wanted it to lay eggs as soon as possible.
"Well, since the procedures have been completed, we can try to make a batch of medicine and see how effective it is."
"OK, I'll arrange it," Zheng Weijun said. "Don't worry about the herbs. I guarantee the quality."
"Good."
After chatting for a while and drinking a few cups of tea, he left in a hurry. He went to the pharmaceutical factory in town to work on his business.
With the addition of these two medicines, there would be a total of three medicines. Three products in less than half a year. He believed in the effects of these two medicines. With the Primordial Spirit Soup as a lead, its efficacy was the best advertisement. The sales of these two medicines would definitely not be a problem. In fact, it would be much smoother than before. He could tell from the conversation just now.
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