He settled into his seat on the bus.

Wang Ye closed his eyes to rest, but next to him, a woman was talking on the phone.

The tone of her conversation revealed that she was not in a good mood, and her voice affected the other passengers on the bus.

Naturally, Wang Ye was not immune to the disturbance.

Wang Ye frowned slightly and turned his gaze to the woman, saying with some annoyance, "Could you please keep it down? It's not just you on the bus, others are here too."

Upon hearing Wang Ye's remark, the other passengers looked at him with a sudden sense of satisfaction.

After all, they too were bothered by the woman's phone conversation in the bus.

The woman, upon hearing Wang Ye's voice, turned to look at him with displeasure and retorted, "This is a public place, not your home. It's none of your business."

Wang Ye looked at the woman in surprise: "Oh, so you do know this is a public place? I thought you mistook it for your home."

The people on the bus burst into laughter at Wang Ye's comment.

The woman wanted to argue back, but Wang Ye had already lost interest in continuing the squabble. With a few silver needles in hand, he swiftly applied acupuncture to the woman.

The woman, just about to retort, suddenly found that no matter how hard she tried, she was unable to make a sound, as if she had been struck dumb.

Wang Ye looked out the window, sighing with relief that the world had finally grown quiet.

He hadn't inserted the needles too deeply; they would simply fall out after a short while, presumably around the time he would get off the bus.

During this time, Wang Ye didn't have to worry about the woman bothering him any further.

...

Even taking the highway from Wolong City Government to Xi Chuan City took over an hour.

It must be said that as the largest city government in Dragon Country, sometimes just traveling from one county to another within it could take quite a while.

Wang Ye was just about to get off the bus when, as it barely stopped, a group of people surrounded it, leaving no room for exit.

The passengers inside immediately became anxious:

"What's going on? Why are we being surrounded as soon as we stopped?"

"Yeah, we came to Xi Chuan City for sightseeing, why are we being boxed in the moment we arrive?"

Most of the bus riders were locals from Xi Chuan City, so with just a glance they could guess what was happening.

"Don't worry, everyone, those surrounding the bus are from Mo Mo Food Processing Factory. They're probably here to welcome some big shot, which is why this is happening," one local explained.

With the local's explanation, the rest of the passengers relaxed, but they couldn't help murmuring among themselves.

What kind of VIP needs to have the whole bus surrounded as if they were afraid that an assassin might take them out the minute they stepped outside?

Quite peculiar.

However, Wang Ye's expression was very serious. Although he could tell that the person who had spoken hadn't lied, the problem was that even the local, at this juncture, was probably not entirely clear about what was happening.

That's why he had spoken up just then.

One by one, the passengers got off the bus, and the woman who had been reprimanded by Wang Ye was the first to disembark. She seemed unfazed by the crowd surrounding the bus, and in fact, appeared somewhat pleased, as if she had returned to her own home.

Wait a minute.

Return to her home?

The moment Wang Ye considered this possibility, his expression immediately became more grave. Could it be that the group of people surrounding the bus were actually targeting him?

As this thought solidified in Wang Ye's mind, he felt it was highly likely.

Meanwhile, outside the bus,

the woman who had disembarked first promptly approached a bald middle-aged man and said coquettishly, "Honey, that man on the bus shouted at me in front of so many people, and after he did, I couldn't speak for a long time. I'm sure he's to blame."

"You have to help me," she implored.

The bald middle-aged man, named Zhuo Wang, patted her head and assured her, "Don't worry, I will teach him a lesson soon. But we can't rough him up in public. We'll need to invite him back and then deal with him properly."

Zhuo Wang was named for the Mo Mo Food Processing Factory he had established in Xi Chuan City, and the woman, Chen Ling, had been with him since before he had made his fortune.

Chen Ling hadn't abandoned Zhuo Wang when they were poor, and now that they were wealthy, Zhuo Wang wanted to give her the best. So he doted on Chen Ling to the utmost.

Even if it meant that on Chen Ling's word alone—a complaint about a man scolding her on the bus—he had his crew immediately block the bus as it stopped, intending to teach the man who berated his woman a lesson.

As for the notion that a man could make Chen Ling mute on the bus, Zhuo Wang thought it was nonsensical!

What kind of society was this, where someone could magically make a person unable to speak for a while?

That's just bullcrap!

It was probably just Chen Ling's imagination playing tricks on her.

Although Zhuo Wang's Mo Mo Food Processing Factory was doing well, it was just a small workshop compared to the massive conglomerates of the Xijiang Provincial Government.

Zhuo Wang surely had no experience with martial warriors, nor was he aware of them.

And caused by Traditional Chinese Medicine? Zhuo Wang was even less inclined to believe it!

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