On the rooftop of Zhao Guo'an's villa, Iwakami Shigehiro looked down at the battle in the courtyard next door with a calm expression on his face, even when the eight subordinates couldn't manage to defeat Chen Feihu and Lone Wolf, showing signs of defeat.

Beside him, a middle-aged man with a bun and stubbly beard muttered, "I still don't understand what you're trying to achieve with this."

"You don't need to understand," Iwakami Shigehiro replied bluntly.

The man wasn't annoyed and continued, "In fact, I suspect that your trip to Huaxia this time isn't to fulfill your master's dying wish, but for your own selfish reasons."

"Hmm?" Iwakami Shigehiro frowned, showing obvious displeasure.

"If it wasn't for selfish reasons, why didn't you agree to cooperate the first time we approached you? You only nodded after we mentioned Iwakami Oto. Watching the junior sister you've had a crush on since growing up together fall for someone else must make you feel quite unpleasant, right?" the man sneered.

If Xiao Feng were present at this moment, he would probably have attacked the bun-headed man immediately because the word "we" clearly indicated the opposing faction.

Iwakami Shigehiro turned his head and grinned, "Your imagination is too wild. If Xiao Feng were so easy to kill, why would you bother finding me?

I know you have other motives, but I'm not going to delve into exactly what they are. I'll find a way to kill Xiao Feng, and you'll keep your promise. Let's not complicate something that should be simple."

"But you clearly captured Xiao Feng's neighbor to use as a hostage and force him into compliance. Why scatter your forces? Isn't that pointless?" the man snapped.

"There's an old saying in Huaxia that means if you want to lead someone to their doom, you first drive them mad," Iwakami Shigehiro laughed wickedly. "For example, killing all the people around him one by one..."

Before he finished speaking, a four-pointed shuriken flew from Iwakami Shigehiro's hand, spinning and darting towards the second-floor balcony.

In the courtyard, Chen Feihu saw the shadow passing through the air and immediately yelled in anger, breaking away from the four ninjas surrounding him and using his body to block the shuriken's path.

"Clang!"

The shuriken struck his chest, producing a sound like hitting steel.

Looking down at his torn clothing, Chen Feihu's expression hardened: "There's someone on the rooftop next door, be careful."

Lone Wolf's face changed, and he attacked with even more reckless abandon, using a strategy of swapping injury for injury.

Xiao Feng had said that no one should come to harm, so he would give everything to ensure that!

Iwakami Shigehiro's eyes showed some surprise, seemingly not expecting his shuriken to be intercepted. Just as he was about to continue firing hidden weapons, the phone in his pocket rang.

"Moshi moshi." Iwakami Shigehiro answered the call. His face grew increasingly grim, as if it could drip water with its darkness.

Yamada Ichiro and the others were no match for Xiao Feng, something Iwakami Shigehiro had anticipated long ago, so he didn't expect much from them. As long as they could stall Xiao Feng for an hour, it was enough.

However, two of them were poisoned by Zhao Guo'an's "saliva," and after Xiao Feng's return with a spree of spraying, everyone suddenly started having diarrhea and couldn't stop. What on earth was this about?

"Is there a problem at the dump?" The man looked at Iwakami Shigehiro's expression and asked, with a hint of schadenfreude in his tone.

Iwakami Shigehiro remained silent. Yamada Ichiro's voice on the phone just now sounded extremely weak, as if he wouldn't last much longer before passing away. But to leave it at that, how could he be content?

"Swish, swish, swish, swish!"

Four shurikens flew at high speed, all targeting Lone Wolf, who was engaged in intense combat.

Originally, Iwakami Shigehiro intended to seize the opportunity to kill one of the three, Du Qingyue, or the others, but was intercepted by Chen Feihu. With Chen Feihu's steel-like build, Lone Wolf naturally became the primary target.

"Get out of the way!" Chen Feihu shouted, pushing Lone Wolf aside, but it was obviously too late for him to dodge.

"Clang, clang, clang, clang!"

After four crisp sounds, the eight ninjas in the courtyard, all injured to varying degrees, scattered without hesitation.

"Exhilarating, absolutely exhilarating!" Lone Wolf exclaimed excitedly, walking over to Chen Feihu and patting him on the shoulder, "Thanks just now, you..."

The words cut off abruptly as Chen Feihu suddenly dropped to one knee, his complexion turning purple-blue at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Seeing this, Lone Wolf seemed to realize something and tore open Chen Feihu's sliced clothing, revealing a shallow wound on the left side of his chest.

The wound was really shallow, with hardly any blood flowing out, but Lone Wolf understood that the hidden weapon that flew at him earlier was definitely poisoned. Otherwise, Chen Feihu wouldn't be in such a state.

At this moment, the little girl and others rushed out anxiously, forming a circle around Chen Feihu with serious expressions, not knowing what to do.

"Call Xiao Feng and tell him to come back." Du Qingyue knew this was no time for chaos and decisively became the group's backbone.

The little girl immediately found Xiao Feng's phone number and called, but Chen Feihu's complexion continued darkening, to the point where he might be mistaken for an African native.

Du Qingyue took deep breaths, forcing herself to calm down. Given the current situation, there's a high chance Chen Feihu won't make it until Xiao Feng returns.

So, they need to figure out a way to keep him alive.

But what should they do?

"Ginseng!" Jiang Yixin suddenly said, "I remember Zhao Guo'an mentioned several times that a thousand-year ginseng can be used to sustain life. I'll go find it."

After saying this, she ran into the house.

Du Qingyue didn't stop her—the so-called desperate times call for desperate measures. Without a better option, any chance must be taken.

"Why isn't Brother Xiao Feng answering the phone?" The little girl stomped her foot in frustration, hanging up and calling again.

Du Qingyue's heart sank. Could something have happened to Xiao Feng too?

Just as this thought emerged, Du Qingyue forcibly cut it off. No news is the best news, and perhaps Xiao Feng is trying to rescue Zhao Guo'an right now. She cannot panic.

After dialing again, the little girl felt like throwing her phone in anger, "Still no answer."

After finishing, as if she thought of something, she sprinted towards the door.

"Where are you going?" Du Qingyue asked sharply, although she could already guess the answer.

"I'm going to find Brother Xiao Feng!"

Du Qingyue nodded, saying solemnly, "Alright, but not now. Chen Feihu got injured for us, let's give him the ginseng first; then I'll go with you to find him."

The little girl was silent for a moment, then turned around without a word.

"Got it!" Jiang Yixin came running out breathlessly, holding a Purple Sandalwood Box.

However, the problem arose: how should they administer it, and how much?

Chen Feihu's current condition made chewing impossible; having him consume it on his own was clearly not feasible.

"Cut off a root hair, then chop it into bits with a knife, mix it with water, and have him drink it," Lone Wolf immediately suggested a method. It was like racing against Death God now, every second counted.

If you find any errors ( broken links, non-standard content, etc.. ), Please let us know < report chapter > so we can fix it as soon as possible.