Urban Supernatural Medical Saint

Since they're assassins, there's nothing to hesitate about. These people inherently lurk in the shadows; killing them, there's hardly any risk of exposure.

Simply another slaughter.

For Fang Yu back in the day, it was as routine as eating a meal.

Watching this group of thugs fall, Fang Yu felt as if he'd rediscovered the sensation of those times.

But Fang Yu didn't go for the kill; instead, he knocked each of them down one by one.

Because he was waiting… waiting for the few masters hidden in the shadows to come out.

Bang!

Bang!

…

Fang Yu picked up a metal rod from the ground and started swinging it. For a moment, it clashed with the clubs of the thugs, creating a thunderous noise.

Sparks flew in all directions.

Another dozen thugs fell.

Fang Yu continued to fight with ease.

Now, he was like a wolf standing amidst the pack, his gaze commanding and disdainful.

The thugs, having gone through a fierce fight, had grown wiser. No longer as reckless as before, they began to retreat, cautiously dealing with Fang Yu.

To them, there was only one strategy to deal with such a master fighter.

The human wave tactic.

According to military strategy, it's not individual heroes that are formidable, but the tacticians who command and orchestrate the killing.

A million strong crossing the great river, in the end, the power of one is no match for the many.

However—

This tactic seemed ineffective against Fang Yu.

According to the plan, if even one out of ten men could land a hit on Fang Yu, it would be worth it. Taking turns to wear him down, they'd eventually kill him.

But now, it wasn't the case.

Fang Yu still stood there energized, holding the metal rod, with a sneer of contempt on his face.

"Wasn't he drunk?"

"Boss, something's not right!"

They were scared.

Beginning to retreat.

One retreating led to all retreating.

That's the disparity, the chasm between heaven and earth!

"Ah—"

The leading thug charged forward, wielding a metal rod and shouting, "Kill him, for a million! I want a million—"

His eyes almost turning red with fervor.

Bang!

Just two meters from Fang Yu, with a swift sidestep, Fang Yu effortlessly struck the thug with his rod.

"Overestimating yourself." Fang Yu showed a look of pity; to deal with them, basic fighting skills were enough.

In the blink of an eye, that thug fell to the ground, his eyes filled with fear.

The thugs, previously maddened by money, gradually regained their senses, staring at Fang Yu, they finally realized why their brothers kept retreating.

But it was too late for regrets.

They were just small fries of the Xiao Family; put nicely, employees under the company's name; unpleasantly, they were nothing but lapdogs.

Without the promise of hefty rewards, speaking honestly, no one would willingly cross hands with such a master fighter.

Continuing to fight against Fang Yu, with such terrifying combat prowess, was tantamount to courting death.

If you can't survive, no amount of money would be of use if there's no life to spend it, so what's the point?

But among these thugs, there were a few with stern, serious expressions, drastically different from the other thugs.

After a period of fighting, Fang Yu was actively looking for these individuals and gradually homing in on his targets.

Unlike the other thugs.

These few were real assassins.

Carrying out a mission for a hefty commission.

Before making a move, they certainly won't leave.

"Come out!" Fang Yu scanned the crowd in front of him, his peripheral vision also catching the cars parked nearby. It was a shadowy corner where light failed to reach and no figure could be seen.

Without close observation, it would be difficult to detect there was someone there.

He stared intently.

There stood a person in black, enshrouded in a black trench coat, a stylish attire, emanating a terrifying dark aura. It was a symbol of danger.

This was a master.

An aura that only a master would possess.

It pervaded the air.

Click!

The man extended his hand, lightly pushing the car beside him, producing a dull sound. Then he pushed open his coat, revealing gaunt yet resolute eyes.

A pair of bloodthirsty eyes, shining brightly with a ferocious gleam.

Clearly, when this person stepped out, other assassins also emerged, one by one, indicating that he was not alone.

The appearance of this man caused the small-time thugs to crawl backward, making way...

"A bunch of trash." The man in the trench coat cursed coldly, "Is this the best the Xiao Family can do? How disappointing!"

The faces of the gang members flushed red.

They had not expected Fang Yu to be so formidable, even more exaggerated than the martial arts experts seen on TV.

Hearing this, Fang Yu concluded it was indeed the Xiao Family.

This master in front of him seemed to have no intention of concealing anything.

However...

Why would such a formidable assassin work for the Xiao Family?

For profit?

For a sizable reward? An assassin who walks on the knife's edge to a certain realm often cares not for money in the end. It may be about the difficulty of the kill, or perhaps the art of killing.

Fang Yu didn't believe an elegant assassin would have such trivial, vexing downtime.

Apart from these reasons, the only other possibility left might be that he was a lunatic; Fang Yu could think of no other reason.

Observing the assassin approaching, Fang Yu appeared calm.

The assassin in black spoke with a deep and detached voice, "I am called Tian Lang, the leader of the Sky Wolf Organization, and also, the sworn brother of Xiao He..."

Upon hearing this, Fang Yu nodded silently.

So, that was it.

The Xiao Family had waited so long to send someone for vengeance; they had endured quite a bit.

"A madman for a brother and an assassin for another. Your parents must be devastated," Fang Yu remarked lightly.

"And you? How much blood have your hands been stained with?" Tian Lang approached Fang Yu step by step, and the other four assassins also moved closer, gradually encircling Fang Yu at the center.

"You're wrong, I'm no longer just a thug. I am now the head of traditional Chinese medicine at Hua Hospital, specializing in treating complex and rare diseases. Everyone in the hospital calls me the Divine Doctor, they adore and respect me," Fang Yu explained, squinting his eyes.

Tian Lang fixed his gaze intensely on Fang Yu, not looking away for a second.

"That doesn't change your past... Iron Fist King, show me your strength. Don't disappoint me," Tian Lang said with contempt.

"Oh, you know about me being the Iron Fist King... A brave man doesn't mention the bravery of his past; it's all history," Fang Yu said.

Tian Lang moved forward, his brothers keeping the same pace, stepping in unison.

This encircling tactic meant that Fang Yu had no route of escape.

This was a death trap!

"You all seem so anxious. Isn't it just killing someone who deserved it? Tian Lang, it's good to enjoy a challenge, but at least try to understand the strength of your opponent... heh," Fang Yu said dismissively.

Upon hearing Fang Yu's words, his killer instinct surged.

"Today, with your blood, I will pay tribute to Xiao Ting!"

Swoosh!

A flash of cold light appeared.

At the same time, cold light also flashed from four other directions.

Five directions, five daggers!

All stabbing towards Fang Yu!