Max-Level Metaphysician: A Debt Repayment Journey-Chapter 314: The Ancestor’s Talisman Is Extraordinary

At this moment, Duan Jianchuan also realized that there was a problem with the makeup artist and he beelined for her.

The makeup artist turned pale, and sensing that things were going awry, turned to run outside.

"Don’t run!"

Duan Jianchuan bellowed, his long legs striding forward in a split second, he rushed towards her.

The makeup artist’s speed was no match for Duan Jianchuan.

With a few quick steps, Duan Jianchuan caught up with the makeup artist, grabbed her arm, pulled her backwards, and then, with a shoulder throw, hurled her into the pile of costumes nearby.

The makeup artist felt as if her shoulder had been dislocated and screamed, "It hurts! Let me go, let me go!"

Duan Jianchuan’s face darkened as he asked sternly, "Who are you? What were you planning to do to Shang Junxiao?"

In severe pain, the makeup artist gritted her teeth, glared fiercely at Duan Jianchuan but remained silent.

"Fourth Brother!" Shang Junxiao had by then recovered and stood up from his chair. Pointing to the makeup artist, he said in a panic, "She must be the one who cursed me! Call the police quickly, we need to arrest her!"

Hearing this, Duan Jianchuan first asked him, "Are you alright?"

Shang Junxiao shook his head quickly, "No, no—I mean, I’m fine..." Saying this, he reached into his pocket, pulled out a hot amulet and saw that the vermilion on it had seemingly faded a bit. He let out a long sigh of relief, "It was the Abbot’s talisman. It saved me."

Duan Jianchuan glanced at the talisman in his hand, relaxed, and then turned his attention back to the makeup artist, "Well then, let’s take you to the police station. I’d like to see whether your bones are stronger or the iron fist of the police!"

Upon hearing that they were going to call the police, the makeup artist’s expression changed dramatically and she began to struggle violently, "Let me go, I don’t want to go to the police station, I don’t want to!"

"Now you don’t want to go to the police station? It’s too late!" Duan Jianchuan said sternly, "From the moment you laid hands on Shang Junxiao, it was already too late!"

Duan Jianchuan looked up and said to Shang Junxiao, "Call the police!"

Shang Junxiao quickly took out his phone, ready to dial the emergency number, but then hesitated.

Seeing this, Duan Jianchuan couldn’t help but ask, "What’s wrong?"

"Fourth Brother, take her to the police station. I can’t go now; it’s our group’s first concert, and I have to be there!"

Duan Jianchuan’s face darkened.

At a time like this, he still insisted on his trivial dream.

But he knew that sometimes Shang Junxiao could be very stubborn.

Not wanting to wait any longer, Duan Jianchuan glanced at the ribbons on the ground used to tie up the costumes. He freed one hand, snatched the ribbon, and swiftly tied up the makeup artist’s hands.

He then stood up with the makeup artist, took a breath, and said, "You stay here then. I’ll make a call and have two brothers come over to protect you, just in case. It wouldn’t be good if she had any tricks up her sleeve."

On any other day, Shang Junxiao would have thought that his fourth brother was being overly cautious.

But having almost been harmed, and still frightened, he nodded repeatedly, "Alright, I got it. Fourth Brother, contact me if there are any updates from the police station."

Duan Jianchuan nodded in agreement and then left with the makeup artist in tow.

No sooner had he left than Song Brother arrived to check on Shang Junxiao’s preparation.

Seeing that his makeup wasn’t done and the makeup artist was nowhere to be seen, Song Brother, utterly frustrated, demanded, "What’s going on? After all this fuss, your makeup isn’t ready, and where’s the makeup artist?"

Shang Junxiao’s eyes flickered, and he quickly came up with an excuse, "She, she’s not feeling well, went to the restroom. I can do my own makeup. It will be ready soon!"

No sooner had he spoken, than he sat down to apply his makeup.

Seeing that his movements seemed practiced, Song Brother cursed in frustration but said no more, only urging him to be quick.

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