Chapter 505 - My Illness Can be Cured
Murong Tian stood before the telephone pole, his face etched with hesitation. A quick glance might have been normal, but there he was—a fine-looking man without a trace of alcohol on his breath or the stagger of soone who had overindulged—just standing there. Silent for what seed like an eternity, he simply stared at the pole. It was unsettling, wasn't it?
The night market was bustling, and the passersby couldn't help but notice Murong Tian. Their curious and sotis concerned glances fell upon him, each person wondering: Who is this guy? What's he up to? Is there sothing worth seeing on that shabby advertisent?
”Whoa! He's not… he's not crazy, is he?” soone muttered under their breath. “A sane person wouldn't be caught dead staring at that.”
People began to give him a wide berth, creating an empty space around Murong Tian. Nobody wants to ss with a madman.
After what felt like an age, Murong Tian cursed to himself, “Screw it! I'm going all in!” He took a deep breath, clenched his teeth, and with a determined stomp, he embraced the pole and bellowed, “My illness can be cured!!!”
His voice bood, echoing to the heavens. The area, already cleared out, was filled with onlookers peeking from a distance. His outburst turned them to stone.
What in the world was he doing? Where did he co from? Was he about to lash out? It was a bit frightening, to say the least. And then his proclamation that his illness could be cured—what did that an? The flyers on the pole were sowhat cryptic. If it was a matter of heart or brain health, that would be one thing. But if it was sothing… more unusual, well, that was another story.
Silence fell over the crowd, a hush as complete as if the crows themselves had been silenced.
”Damn it! My skewers are charred!” one vendor cried out.
“Shoot! My milk tea's all over the ground!” lanted another.
“My cold noodles have turned into a hotplate!” a third exclaid.
Minutes passed, and the chaos only grew. Murong Tian, feeling the weight of the stares and the stealthily raised smartphones, could no longer bear it. He released the pole and dashed over to Su Ming's side.
“Master, is it finished?” Murong Tian asked, his voice tinged with urgency.
”We're almost there, just one last step,” Su Ming replied with a nod.
”There's more?!” Murong Tian was on the verge of tears. “Please, no more. I can't take it any longer.”
This thing is just too much to handle.
Let's have another.
The calamity hasn't even struck yet,
and I'm already done for.
“Rest assured, Brother Murong.”
“The third point is quite straightforward. We can discuss it after we head back to the KTV.”
Su Ming said cheerfully.
“Absolutely, absolutely!”
Murong Tian nodded eagerly.
The group made their way back to the KTV with great fanfare.
Once in the private room, they took their seats.
Murong Tian asked anxiously, “Master, what were you referring to?”
“Let's not rush, no need to rush.”
Su Ming chuckled, “Let's have so cake, enjoy the cake.”
“Oh, right.”
Murong Tian nodded in agreent.
Su Ming grabbed the cake knife,
sliced a piece of cake,
and placed it on a plate for Murong Tian.
“This cake should taste excellent.”
Su Ming said with a grin.
“Indeed, indeed!”
Murong Tian nodded vigorously.
Who would dare refuse a cake offered by the master?
He took the cake with due respect,
but it was tasteless as he ate.
Could it even have any flavor?
Murong Tian was preoccupied with worry,
fearing for his very life.
“Brother Murong, we've really hit it off today, so let's drink to our newfound friendship.”
Su Ming lifted his wine glass as he spoke.
“Ah? Oh, yes, let's drink.”
Murong Tian couldn't possibly refuse.
Watching Su Ming down his glass in one go,
he steeled himself and followed suit.
“Since we've hit it off, let's double the good fortune.”
Su Ming poured two more glasses of wine,
and downed them both.
Murong Tian was left with no choice.
After Su Ming drank, how could he not?
He reluctantly braced himself and drank the wine.
That's how it went.
Exchanging toasts,
one glass after another.
In the end,
Murong Tian had too much to drink.
He beca groggy, barely able to speak.
Su Ming saw it was the right mont.
He turned to Wang Hu, “You guys head back first. Don't go anywhere else tonight.”
“Yes, of course!”
Wang Hu wouldn't dare object.
He went back obediently.
The room was left with three beautiful won, Su Ming, Hsu Chenyue, and Murong Tian, who lay passed out on the table.
The three beauties remained silent throughout, not even daring to breathe too loudly. anwhile, Hsu Chenyue was barely containing her laughter as she observed from the sidelines. She could tell Su Ming was up to sothing on purpose. However, she was curious about how he had managed to predict certain events.
At that mont, Su Ming pulled out his phone.
”Mr. Su,” ca a weary but familiar voice from the other end.
“Captain Wu, are you trying to catch so sleep?” Su Ming asked cheerily.
“I can't seem to fall asleep, just resting my eyes for a bit,” replied Captain Wu, sitting in his office chair, his brow furrowed and his expression grim. “This club has funneled a large sum of money overseas, and we're only catching the small fry. We can't seem to nab the boss.”
“I know who the boss is,” Su Ming said, still smiling.
“Really?” Captain Wu perked up instantly, sitting bolt upright. “Mr. Su, who's the mastermind?”
“Captain Wu, I'm at Longhua KTV right now. Co over and you'll find out.”
“Got it!”
After hanging up, Captain Wu wasted no ti. Driven by his dedication to the case, he arrived swiftly.
“Mr. Su, where's the person?” Captain Wu asked urgently upon arrival.
“It's him,” Su Ming said, pointing at Murong Tian. “But I've gotten him drunk. You just need to take him back, apply the interrogation technique I showed you, and use a bit of spray. He'll spill the truth imdiately.”
”Got it, got it!” Captain Wu was thrilled. Could Mr. Su's words ever be false? Not a chance. He chuckled to himself, grabbed the culprit by the collar, and took him away.
“It's getting late; ti to head back and rest,” Su Ming noted, glancing at the ti with a smile.
“Indeed,” agreed Hsu Chenyue as she rose to her feet.
The pair walked shoulder to shoulder to the bar counter, settled their bill, and stepped outside. The three beauties trailed behind, too intimidated to utter a word, still unsure of Su Ming's capabilities.
Then, they watched the duo approach a sleek car parked nearby. As the car door swung open and they climbed inside, the won were left in awe.
Oh my god! This young man was none other than Young Master Su of Eastsea! The three girls stood rooted to the spot, their faces a mix of shock and awe.
Regret was the prevailing emotion among them.
They had never imagined that Young Master Su, the very man they had longed to et in their dreams, had just appeared before them.
Yet, instead of valuing the opportunity, they had spent the ti mocking him.
The three of them exchanged glances, each wishing they could give themselves a good slap for their foolishness.
Their laughter was so ugly it was almost indistinguishable from crying.
Frozen in place, they could do nothing but shake their heads after a long while.
They hailed a taxi with a wave of their hands and headed ho.
Su Ming was behind the wheel, driving Hsu Chenyue back to their residential area.
Throughout the ride, Hsu Chenyue seed to be on the verge of speaking but kept hesitating.
Eventually, she could no longer contain herself.
“How did you know what happened afterwards?”
With a furrowed brow, Hsu Chenyue asked earnestly.
“It's a secret,” Su Ming replied with a teasing smile.
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