Chapter 114: Haunted by a Vengeful Spirit (Please Vote)

"We meet again, Eunuch Xu. It's me, your master! Hahaha!" Ling Tian greeted Xu Shaobai with a boisterous laugh.

"Ling Tian, I'll fight you to the death!" Xu Shaobai was nearly driven to madness by the nickname. Eunuch Xu? Wasn't he in this state precisely because of him?

"Fight to the death? You aren't even qualified to fight me. Don't get so worked up—be careful you don't drop dead from anger and go join your deadbeat big brother. In this world, killing someone with words doesn't carry a death sentence," Ling Tian said with a grin.

As soon as these words left Ling Tian's mouth, Zhang Damazi and the other members of the Purple Moon Gang burst into laughter, marveling at how formidable Brother Tian was. He hadn't even made a move yet, and he had already put the opponent at a disadvantage. The members of the Jin Gang, however, had their expressions darken; Ling Tian really knew exactly how to twist the knife.

"You! Ling Tian, my brother must have been murdered by you! Today, I will have your life in return!" Xu Shaobai suddenly connected the dots regarding his brother's death. It couldn't have been an accident. With Ling Tian here, everything made sense. His suspicion was correct—this was all a conspiracy.

"Damn it! Xu Shaobai, stop spitting blood! Brother Tian just arrived; how could he have killed Qiao Dong? That idiot died on a woman's belly; if he couldn't perform, don't blame others." Before Ling Tian could speak, Zhang Damazi cursed Xu Shaobai out.

"Hmph! Everyone knows how devious Ling Tian is. My brother's death must have been plotted by him behind the scenes. You aren't escaping today!" Xu Shaobai was firmly convinced—purely by intuition—that Ling Tian was behind it.

"Xu Shaobai, I'll give you one chance to live. Based on my observations as the world's greatest miracle doctor, you were too agitated just now, which has damaged your core. If you keep pushing yourself, you'll die of a heart attack." Ling Tian began to channel his "immortal" persona once more.

After Ling Tian said this, everyone—including Zhang Damazi's men—felt a sense of unease. Ling Tian’s expression was remarkably serious, and they had all heard the legends about him being a miracle doctor. Could it be that Xu Shaobai was actually going to die of a heart attack?

"Ling Tian, stop spreading your demonic lies. I won't die even if you do! Hmph! I never expected you to be able to drag the military into this. Truly impressive! But do you think you're the only ones with a trump card? The foundation of the Jin Gang is not something you can compare to!" Xu Shaobai’s eyes burned with rage; he wished he could kill Ling Tian with his gaze alone.

This statement genuinely startled everyone. Could the Jin Gang really have a trump card? Something even more formidable than the military?

But who was Ling Tian? He certainly wouldn't be intimidated by a few words from Xu Shaobai. He had dared to beat up the provincial governor's son; what did he have to fear from anyone else? Did the opposition think they could summon a crown prince from the capital? He was quite certain that the prince in question was currently away.

"So, the Jin Gang has a foundation, does it? Then bring it out and let us have a look! A gang whose boss died on a woman's belly is truly pathetic. I clearly remember cutting off your little 'thing' the first time, and Qiao Dong's the second. Did he recover so quickly? Medical science really is too advanced these days. What a pity, though—you'd have been better off as a eunuch; he gave his life just to get some action!"

Ling Tian shook his head as he spoke, looking as if he were disappointed in them. The crowd erupted in laughter, thinking Ling Tian was truly vicious—even after the man was dead, he was still being mocked so ruthlessly.

"Hmph, Ling Tian, don't be so arrogant. Today, I'll show you what it means to have someone above you! Brother Yun, please come out!" Xu Shaobai waved toward another direction.

A tall, thin man in a black trench coat appeared. He looked taciturn and cold as he walked toward the crowd.

"Who are you? Are you the 'foundation' that Xu Shaobai was talking about?" Zhang Damazi asked, looking at the man.

The man merely glanced at Zhang Damazi and replied, "I am from the Ministry of State Security. I am here to take a few people with me today." With that, he flashed his credentials.

State Security? Zhang Damazi felt a prickle on his scalp and dared not speak. Even Police Chief Zhang Xin felt a chill. The Ministry of State Security? The legendary organization with the power to act first and report later, an agency with boundless authority? Damn! This was turning into a real mess. He hadn't expected the Jin Gang to have such backing.

Zhang Xin gathered his courage and stepped up to the man, taking the credentials to inspect them. Damn it! It was indeed from the Ministry of State Security. He had encountered them before. He didn't speak, however; he handed the credentials back, weighing the pros and cons in his mind. Was it worth offending the Ministry of State Security for the sake of his sworn brother?

At this moment, Song Xiao walked over, took the man's credentials, glanced at them, and handed them back with an overbearing attitude. "These are fake! You think any random person can impersonate State Security to obstruct our People's Liberation Army? Be careful, or I'll shoot you dead right here!"

Relying on the sheer number of soldiers he had brought, Song Xiao feared nothing. In truth, he knew the credentials were real, but so what? The man was alone. For the sake of Song Ziyue, he would offend anyone. After all, she was the little sister he had protected since the day she was born.

"Who are you? You dare to try and kill someone from the Ministry of State Security? Hmph! Your audacity knows no bounds. I'll take you down first!" The man drew his own gun, facing off against Song Xiao.

Both men aimed their weapons at each other, neither making the first move. The man knew that if he really shot Song Xiao, the soldiers under his command would turn him into a sieve. He hoped to force the other side to compromise, but he didn't realize that Song Xiao's relationship with Song Ziyue was extraordinary—he would risk his life to fulfill his sister's request.

*Click-clack!*

Seeing the man point a gun at their commanding officer, Song Xiao's soldiers swarmed forward, ignoring his identity and leveling their weapons at him.

By now, the two gangs had long since stopped fighting, staring blankly at the standoff. This was a confrontation between the elite; the military versus the Ministry of State Security was on a completely different level than their usual brawling.

Through this incident, everyone—including the gang members—was shocked by the strength of both factions. If they had only called the police, it would have been nothing; every gang had connections at the station.

But the Purple Moon Gang had summoned the military—five hundred fully armed soldiers! That wasn't something just anyone could pull off.

And the Jin Gang? They had actually brought in the Ministry of State Security! Even though Song Xiao claimed the credentials were fake, anyone with eyes knew that was just an excuse; the fact that Police Chief Zhang Xin didn't speak after seeing them was a silent admission of their validity.

It wasn't hard for the crowd to imagine what kind of cards the Jin Gang would have played if they were on their home turf in Jin Province. Thinking of this, they all felt Qiao Dong's death was truly worthless—to die in H Province and to die so ignominiously. And he was the boss of the Jin Gang!

The man from the Ministry of State Security saw that the opposition showed no signs of backing down, and his momentum faltered. He spoke to Song Xiao, "Brother, you’re taking this too seriously. I know you want to protect the Purple Moon Gang. Let's compromise—I only need to take Ling Tian and Zhang Damazi. Leave the women, how about that? Give me some face!"

The man had started to compromise, and he expected Song Xiao to take the out. To his surprise, Song Xiao didn't budge. Song Xiao just gave a cold laugh and said, "There's nothing to discuss. You aren't taking anyone from my side. If you don't leave now, I won't be so polite."

"Brother Yun!" Xu Shaobai grew anxious as the situation spiraled out of his control. He had assumed the reputation of the Ministry of State Security would be terrifying enough to keep the military in check; he hadn't expected to run into someone who didn't fear death.

"Hey, I say, you State Security guy! Do you think it's worth throwing your life away for a dead man? According to the 'Observation' method of my 'Look, Listen, Ask, and Feel' diagnostic technique as the world's greatest miracle doctor: Oh my, your brow is black and shadowed by death. You are on the verge of expiring from an unknown ailment. You'll die without even knowing why. Sigh, you've had a hidden illness since childhood. After you die, I doubt even the coroners will know what killed you."

The crowd was tense, yet Ling Tian walked up to the man with a grin, looking him over and uttering these words that were enough to kill a man from rage.

"You! You are Ling Tian?" The man was genuinely infuriated; the hand holding the gun began to tremble.

"Ling Tian! Stop spreading your demonic lies!" Xu Shaobai shouted at him.

"Whether what I say is true, everyone will know soon enough. You, Xu Shaobai, will die of a heart attack first. And him—this State Security man—will die of unknown causes. In reality, it's because he’s haunted by malevolent spirits. This man was born with a weak constitution and is too heavy in Yin energy. That dead ghost Qiao Dong has latched onto him, looking for a scapegoat. Hmph! Do you believe me?"

Ling Tian dropped his playful expression and spoke with such gravity that everyone felt a chill run down their spines.

In truth, Ling Tian wasn't entirely lying. He had secretly activated the Yin-Yang Arts and sensed Qiao Dong's ghost. The fellow had died an unnatural death, and being unwilling to move on, he was looking for a replacement to avoid the pursuit of the underworld messengers.

Of course, Qiao Dong's ghost wanted revenge on Ling Tian and Zhang Damazi, but he was too weak. Zhang Damazi’s Yang energy was too strong, and Ling Tian possessed the Yin-Yang Arts, making him unapproachable. He had to wait until he became a powerful vengeful spirit.

It just so happened that this State Security guy appeared. Qiao Dong had locked onto him; the man's Yin energy was so strong that he was the perfect target. You have to give it to Qiao Dong—he was ruthless. This was his own brother, yet he wanted to use him as a scapegoat.

"You, don't talk nonsense! Qiao Dong and I are brothers. I’m here to avenge him; why would he let me be his scapegoat? You, you are spreading demonic lies!" The State Security man felt a surge of terror.

He actually believed it three-tenths. He had always felt something was off, a constant sense of impending death. His Yin energy was indeed heavy, which was why he was so thin. He had assumed the feeling of death was just from being pointed at by so many soldiers, but now, Ling Tian’s words made his heart run cold.