Medical and Martial God-Chapter 222 Beaten Up by a Crowd

"How should we deal with them?" Chloe asked, looking at her nineteen servants.

A Black servant said, "Let them pay to live!"

"Good idea!" Chloe smiled. She looked down at Jimmy and the six other men. "You’re all going to die anyway. Since you can’t take your money with you, why not give it all to me?"

"If we give you our money, you won’t tell Huang Quan we were here?" Jimmy asked.

Nakajima and the five other men also looked at Chloe expectantly, as if clinging to their last hope.

"Of course," Chloe said. "Taking money to make problems disappear is my business, and I’m a woman of my word."

Hearing this, the seven men were overjoyed.

"I’ll give it! I’ll give you all my money."

"Mine too."

"Please, give me your account number. I’ll transfer the money right now."

Chloe and her nineteen servants laughed.

Chloe said, "I have accounts with Sang Jing Bank and Yalei Country Bank. Come on, I’ll read them out and you write them down."

"Yes, yes, yes!"

The seven men quickly took out their phones, and the transfer was complete soon after.

"Alright, you can just kill yourselves here. Make it a clean death," Chloe said coldly after receiving the money. She worried that if they committed suicide elsewhere, they might leak the secret that Ye Xiu was Huang Quan.

"Yes, yes, yes!"

The seven men resolutely severed their own heart meridians and breathed their last.

Seeing this, the Black servant asked, "Chloe, are we really not going to tell the Young Master about this?"

"Of course we’re going to tell him," Chloe said with a shrug. "We can’t keep secrets from the Young Master."

***

「Noon. Twelve o’clock.」

Mutou Bingyuan returned to Kangtai Hospital.

The moment he entered, he demanded, "Miyamoto Satoshi, have you finished making the Seven Deadly Pills?"

"They’re done!" Miyamoto Satoshi handed Mutou Bingyuan a bag. "All the Seven Deadly Pills are in here. There are even a few hundred more than you asked for."

As he spoke, the members of the medical inspection team looked at Mutou Bingyuan expectantly, believing he ought to reward them handsomely.

"You finished so quickly and even exceeded the quota. It seems you weren’t taking this seriously before." Mutou Bingyuan grabbed one of the inspection team members by the neck. With a loud CRACK, he snapped it. "If you had finished making the Seven Deadly Pills last night," he said coldly, "all those tens of thousands of martial artists would have been crippled this morning, and the subsequent tragedy never would have happened. Now, it seems you are the ones responsible for the deaths of Yagyu Uemon and the others!"

Miyamoto Satoshi and the members of the inspection team, who had been awaiting a reward, gasped in horror. They were terrified when Mutou Bingyuan killed one of them and then blamed them for everything.

Miyamoto Satoshi was especially frightened. He had already reported the situation to Ye Xiu, who told him to find an excuse to leave. But he had stayed, anticipating a reward from Mutou Bingyuan and wanting to personally witness his failure to poison the tens of thousands of martial artists. He hadn’t followed Ye Xiu’s orders.

Now he had thrown himself into mortal danger.

"Young... Young Master, we... we didn’t... We weren’t slacking off! We’ve been working at full capacity to make the Seven Deadly Pills, I swear! Please, don’t misunderstand," Miyamoto Satoshi pleaded in a panic.

"I don’t like explanations!" Mutou Bingyuan began to slaughter the members of the medical inspection team, his voice dripping with ice as he killed. "The Tiansha Association is finished. There’s no reason for any of you to continue living!"

The members of the medical inspection team were petrified. They were all ordinary people and stood no chance against a War God like Mutou Bingyuan.

Soon, every last one of them was dead.

Miyamoto Satoshi lay on the ground. Before losing consciousness, his mind filled with regret. If only I had listened to Ye Xiu...

"Hmph!" Mutou Bingyuan snorted coldly and left Kangtai Hospital with the Seven Deadly Pills.

He now faced a difficult problem: how to poison tens of thousands of people. On this point, he already had a plan.

The War God assessment and ranking battles didn’t break for lunch and would continue until eight in the evening. Food and water were supplied uniformly by the Eight Great National Protector War Gods of Xuanse; the participants only had to pay. Mutou Bingyuan had already taken control of the families of the food deliverers. All he needed to do was poison the meals.

Of course, it was already noon, too late to poison the lunch. Dinner, however, was another matter. And so, after a busy afternoon, through the efforts of Mutou Bingyuan and the compromised food deliverers, a Seven Deadly Pill was placed in every single meal.

「Dusk.」

Mutou Bingyuan changed into a chef’s uniform, put on a mask, and went to the stadium with the food deliverers.

They delivered the meals into the hands of every martial artist.

Watching the tens of thousands of martial artists feast heartily, a cruel smile spread across Mutou Bingyuan’s face behind his mask.

He glanced at his watch. The Seven Deadly Pill would take effect in twenty minutes.

He waited until everyone had finished eating, then waited another full half hour.

"Hahahahaha..." Mutou Bingyuan suddenly burst into laughter.

The tens of thousands of martial artists were utterly baffled by his laughter.

Qing Luan looked at Mutou Bingyuan as if he were an idiot. "What are you laughing at?" she asked.

"Hahahaha..." Mutou Bingyuan ripped off his hat and mask, revealing his true face. "I put a Seven Deadly Pill in all of your meals!" he bellowed. "By now, you’ve all been poisoned and have lost all your martial prowess! Hahahaha..."

What?

The faces of the tens of thousands of people turned pale.

SMACK!

Qing Luan strode up to Mutou Bingyuan and slapped him across the face, sending the man, who believed everyone had been poisoned, sprawling to the ground.

"My martial prowess is still here," Qing Luan said.

Hearing her words, the tens of thousands of martial artists focused their senses inward, only to find their martial prowess was completely intact.

"Mine is too."

"I haven’t lost my martial prowess."

"Is this guy insane? I’m not poisoned!"

The clamor around him was a chorus of voices, all confirming they were not poisoned and had not lost their martial prowess.

Mutou Bingyuan was dumbfounded. "What’s going on? How can this be?"

"Everyone, this is Mutou Bingyuan, the son of the former leader of the Tiansha Association! He tried to poison us all!" Qing Luan shouted. In truth, Ye Xiu had already told her that Mutou Bingyuan was planning to poison them.

What?

Hearing he was Mutou Bingyuan, the tens of thousands of people erupted in fury. The more than three thousand War God candidates ran over and surrounded him.

"This..." Mutou Bingyuan’s face went white. He realized Miyamoto Satoshi and his team had set him up, and he turned to flee.

"Do you think you can escape?" Qing Luan immediately attacked.

The other War Gods also launched their attacks. In an instant, Mutou Bingyuan was swarmed.

"No, I can’t die here! I can’t..." Mutou Bingyuan launched a frenzied counterattack. Facing the onslaught of over three thousand people, he actually managed to fight his way out of the encirclement and escape.

No one gave chase. When a War God was determined to escape, no one but Huang Quan could possibly catch them.

"Damn it... damn it! That cursed Miyamoto Satoshi, damn it all..." Mutou Bingyuan ran wildly for over half an hour before he couldn’t go on any longer and collapsed beside a trash can.

His injuries were too severe; he no longer had the strength to even attempt to flee.

"Luo Kun?"

Just then, he heard a familiar voice.

Mutou Bingyuan looked up toward the sound and was shocked to find a disheveled and filthy Ming Yue sitting beside the trash can, gnawing on a bun.