Medical and Martial God-Chapter 205: The Security Guards are War Gods

Chapter 205: Chapter 205: The Security Guards are War Gods

Ye Xiu dropped by Shenghe Medical College and saw that the freshmen were still undergoing military training. Since nothing was going on, he headed to Qiancheng Farm.

The moment he arrived, he learned that Mutou Bingyuan had infiltrated the property. It didn’t take a genius for Ye Xiu to guess that Mutou Bingyuan was there to investigate the cause of Dragon Hollyhock’s death and was after the surveillance footage.

Ye Xiu wasn’t concerned. He simply instructed everyone to pretend they didn’t know Mutou Bingyuan had arrived. If Mutou Bingyuan caused any trouble, they could give him a good scare when necessary.

Qiancheng Farm was currently a chaotic mess of construction and renovation, but the hunting grounds remained untouched. Niu Tianci was teaching the Thunderous Fist to the 108 Martial Artists.

Meanwhile, An Dongye sat alone to the side, looking gloomy.

"What’s wrong?" Ye Xiu asked, sitting down beside her.

In his memory, An Dongye was always a whirlwind of energy, as if she were pumped full of adrenaline every day. He had never seen this gloomy side of her before. Besides, she had just sniped Sasaki last night, becoming only the second person in the world to single-handedly kill a War God. Logically, she should be thrilled!

"Little Brother, can you lend me some money? My family can’t even make ends meet," An Dongye said with a mournful expression.

Ye Xiu was startled. "Don’t you have over 1.9 million?"

"I lost it all last night!" An Dongye lamented, her heart aching.

"You have a gambling habit?" Ye Xiu asked, shocked.

"What spare cash? Who can afford to cultivate such a money-burning hobby?" An Dongye explained irritably. "After I sniped Sasaki last night, I was in a great mood, so I went out for some barbecue and had two bottles of Niulanshan. Once the alcohol went to my head, I wandered into a casino. Then I gambled away everything I had and even took out a high-interest loan for 350,000."

Ye Xiu’s face darkened as he listened. This girl was truly born to be poor.

He consoled her, "Don’t be sad. Take me to the casino tonight, and I’ll win back everything you lost."

"Are you good at gambling?" An Dongye asked.

"Don’t worry," Ye Xiu said confidently. "If I say I can win it back for you, I definitely will."

Seeing that Ye Xiu didn’t seem to be bragging, An Dongye’s sullen mood was swept away. "Great!" she said excitedly. "I’ll take you there tonight."

"Alright," Ye Xiu nodded. "Now, give the order to begin combat training."

"Okay!"

While An Dongye, Niu Tianci, and the 108 Martial Artists began their combat training, Mutou Bingyuan was still wandering around Qiancheng Farm like a headless chicken, searching for the surveillance room.

He searched all morning and still couldn’t find it.

Having no other choice, he finally approached a security guard. "You, come with me for a second."

"What for?" the security guard asked.

"I have something good to tell you," Mutou Bingyuan said mysteriously.

"Alright then!" The security guard cooperatively followed Mutou Bingyuan to a deserted corner and asked, "What’s the good news?"

CRACK!

Mutou Bingyuan suddenly grabbed the security guard’s neck. His voice was cold as he said, "Now, you’ll answer whatever I ask, or I’ll snap your neck. Understand?" As he spoke, he lifted the guard off the ground by his neck, demonstrating that he indeed had the strength to kill him.

"I’m afraid you’ll kill me anyway, even if I answer your questions, right?" the security guard asked calmly. Despite being held by the throat, his face showed no trace of fear.

Mutou Bingyuan was taken aback. Are the security guards at Qiancheng Farm really this tough? He’s got him by the throat, yet his expression hasn’t changed at all.

He said, "Rest assured, I don’t kill innocent people."

"Alright, then. Ask away," the security guard said.

Mutou Bingyuan released his grip and asked, "Did a girl die here at Qiancheng Farm a few days ago?"

"I don’t know," the security guard shook his head.

"Then where is Qiancheng Farm’s surveillance room?" Mutou Bingyuan asked.

"Qiancheng Farm used to have a surveillance room, but it was dismantled after Divine Doctor Ye bought the place. Now, there isn’t a single surveillance camera on the entire farm," the security guard explained.

What? Mutou Bingyuan’s expression turned ugly. He had thought investigating Dragon Hollyhock’s death would be easy; he just needed to check the surveillance footage from Qiancheng Farm. But now Ye Xiu had gotten rid of it all! How was he supposed to find out what happened?

"I’ve answered all your questions. Can I go now?" the security guard asked.

"You think you can just leave?" Mutou Bingyuan bared his teeth, his hand shooting out to grab the guard’s neck again. "Go to hell!" he said coldly. With that, he applied more force, intending to snap the guard’s neck.

"Sigh... I knew you’d try to kill me to silence me," the security guard said, his gaze sharpening. "Unfortunately for you, you’re not strong enough." Then, he suddenly shot a kick toward Mutou Bingyuan’s groin.

"What—" Mutou Bingyuan was horrified. He hastily released the guard’s neck and stumbled back several steps. He stared at the man in shock. "You... You’re a Martial Artist?"

Just now, he had used a great deal of force, yet he hadn’t managed to break the guard’s neck. And that kick toward his groin was incredibly fast. The man was clearly a Martial Artist.

"That’s right," the security guard nodded.

"Hmph. You think I can’t kill you just because you’re a Martial Artist?" Mutou Bingyuan snorted coldly and charged, throwing a punch at the guard’s head. I can’t stay here for long. I need to end this quickly!

However, facing Mutou Bingyuan’s powerful punch, the guard fearlessly threw a counter-punch of his own.

BOOM!

Their fists collided with a muffled roar. A shocking blast of air erupted outwards, shredding the grass and branches within a three-meter radius. Mutou Bingyuan was thrown back three steps. He cried out in shock, "A War God? You... a mere security guard is a War God?"

Although he hadn’t used his full strength, that punch definitely had the attack power of a War God. Yet, not only did it fail to kill the guard, but he was the one who had been forced back three steps. The security guard, however, hadn’t moved an inch. Clearly, the guard was also a War God, and not one who had just reached that level.

"Am I really that strong?" the security guard asked, feigning surprise as if he had no idea of his own power.

The corner of Mutou Bingyuan’s mouth twitched. "Are all the security guards at Qiancheng Farm as strong as you?"

"I’m the weakest," the security guard said.

HISS!

Mutou Bingyuan sucked in a sharp breath. While searching for the surveillance room, he had seen at least fifty or sixty security guards. Did that mean Qiancheng Farm had fifty or sixty War Gods who didn’t even realize how powerful they were? My god! Xuanse truly is a land of crouching tigers and hidden dragons!

"Are you going to keep trying to kill me? If not, I’m going back to my patrol," the guard said, a hint of boredom in his voice. As a member of the Blood Cloth Guards, he would have already crushed Mutou Bingyuan if not for Ye Xiu’s orders to hold back.

"Go on, then," Mutou Bingyuan mumbled. He was so depressed he could have coughed up blood. He, the great leader of the Tiansha Association, was being looked down upon by a mere security guard. How utterly humiliating!

Watching the security guard leave, Mutou Bingyuan realized it was likely impossible to uncover the cause of Dragon Hollyhock’s death here at Qiancheng Farm.

"Looks like I have no choice but to make a trip to Ming Feng Tower after all," Mutou Bingyuan sighed.

He didn’t want to go to Ming Feng Tower to buy information unless it was absolutely necessary. For one, he didn’t want to expose his identity. For another, Ming Feng Tower was too mysterious, and he preferred not to get entangled with it. But with the Tiansha Association’s re-entry into the Long Family’s inner circle at stake, he had to take the risk.