"Yes."

Morse bared his teeth as he began to speak, his face flushed with anger, his voice emerging through the gaps in his teeth: "That guy, Wang Ye, I hadn't even gotten to the main point when just because I said that Traditional Chinese Medicine in Dragon Country would eventually die out, he made me come down immediately."

"Those people from the Dragon Country are just so confident in their own out-of-date practices," the driver said, echoing Morse's mockery.

Morse's driver was not merely his chauffeur; he also served as Morse's dedicated caregiver and secretary.

"Third Grade Martial Warrior... Is being a Third Grade Martial Warrior really that great?"

Recalling the feeling of wanting to prostrate himself on the ground when Wang Ye had used his strength to suppress him, Morse felt a surge of anger; he had never been so humiliated by anyone before.

And just now, Wang Ye had indeed, truly and brutally humiliated him.

"Contact my brother, tell him that after this mission is completed, help me take care of someone!" Morse said viciously. The Western Medical Association was so polite to Morse, not just because of his medical talent, which was the most impressive within the entire Association,

but also because Morse's brother was an S-grade Assassin.

In Ma Country, the ranking system was based on letters, followed by one's profession.

And S-grade was equivalent to the Third Grade in the Dragon Country.

Because Morse's brother was an assassin, his level, combining strength and profession, was S-grade Assassin.

Morse's driver was taken aback by these words and cautiously made a suggestion to Morse: "Morse, going ahead with this, might we be a bit too rash?"

"After all, within Dragon Country's territory..."

"There's no need to take care of Wang Ye within Dragon Country's territory!" Morse snapped, swiping his hand away. In the same motion, he imagined slapping Wang Ye's face hard.

Morse then continued to speak:

"Next, the Western Medical Association will have a medical competition with the Dragon Country Traditional Chinese Medicine Association, and the venue for the competition will be on an island near Ma Country."

"That island has only just started being developed. When the time comes, let my brother take care of Wang Ye on that island!"

Morse's driver, hearing Morse speak so decisively and knowing that it shouldn't be a big problem as long as it wasn't within Dragon Country's territory, readily agreed.

As for within Dragon Country's territory...

Even an S-grade Assassin entering Dragon Country to commit a murder would be on a path to certain death.

Dragon Country's territory, absolutely safe!

This was the impression of security that Dragon Country projected to the world and the view held by people from other countries internationally.

...

Three days later.

Having only rested for three days, Wang Ye set off directly for the Capital City.

Capital City.

No sooner had Wang Ye disembarked from the plane than he saw an eccentrically charming girl waiting for him.

Ke Linger.

Even with a mask on, the expression in her eyes exuded an indescribable beauty that was captivating, making it impossible not to get lost in Ke Linger's gaze and be deeply enchanted.

As Wang Ye saw Ke Linger, she also spotted him and immediately began waving her arms, shouting loudly, "Brother-in-law! Brother-in-law! I'm over here!"

"Sis finally went to work, and now it's just the two of us. We can finally spend some time together in our own little world!!!"

Ke Linger's unusual greeting immediately drew the attention of many passers-by, who looked at Ke Linger and Wang Ye with a degree of suspicion.

Seeing that so many people's gazes were suddenly on him, Wang Ye's face bore an expression of helplessness.

He hadn't expected Ke Linger to pull such a move.

But since Ke Linger had played it this way, and Wang Ye was wearing a mask anyway, people around couldn't recognize him.

Even if it was a social death, it would be the "brother-in-law" mentioned by Ke Linger who died socially, not him, Wang Ye.

Thus, Wang Ye waved his hand towards Ke Linger, "Sister, do we have to call out brother-in-law as well this time? The three of us doing this, wouldn't it be somewhat inappropriate?"

Whoosh.

Ke Linger's face instantly turned sour.

Originally, she just wanted to tease Wang Ye a bit, but she hadn't expected him to turn the tables on her.

Feeling the gaze of more and more people converging on her, Ke Linger's face immediately flushed; she felt as if flames were scorching her cheeks.

That line had slipped out in a moment of heat, based on the belief that if she wasn't embarrassed, someone else would be.

She had been mentally prepared.

But the key issue was that she had not prepared herself for this at all!

However, just then, someone who had been observing Wang Ye suddenly shouted,

"Hey, that person looks like Wang Ye!"

"Right, even though he's wearing a mask, both his build and the way he walks really resemble Wang Ye."

"Oh my god, it can't actually be Wang Ye, can it? Wang Ye wouldn't possibly say what was just said."

"Whether it's him or not, if we just follow and have a look, we'll know, right?"

The sounds around them started rising, as Wang Ye's latest drama had aired just a few days ago, so netizens were particularly sensitive to Wang Ye this time.

And Wang Ye, hearing so many people calling his name and noticing many were moving towards his direction, instantly realized something was amiss.

It was over.

Trouble was brewing!

Thinking this, Wang Ye quickly ran to Ke Linger's side and pulled her away from the airport.

Once in the car, Wang Ye still felt a bit of palpitation.

He hadn't expected, despite being so thoroughly disguised, that people nearly managed to recognize him.

Ke Linger, who had been bracing herself for social death, started to snicker when she saw the expression on Wang Ye's face,

"Hahahahaha, Wang Ye, that's for showing off just now. You were almost discovered by your fans, revealing your other side, weren't you?"

"If discovered, we would both suffer a social death."

Wang Ye was only slightly nervous for a moment before his mindset greatly improved.

After all, he was someone who relied on real skills, not a fabricated public image.

"Shall we go see Elder Mr. Zhong first?"

Ke Linger looked at Wang Ye, blinked her eyes, and asked him.

"Right."

Wang Ye gave a slight nod.

"All right," Ke Linger's tone suddenly became a bit despondent, "I thought you would choose to spend some alone time with me first."

Muttering to herself, Ke Linger still led Wang Ye in the direction where Zhong Feng was.

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