The car stopped at the line, and while waiting for the red light, Zhao Guo'an said seriously, "Honestly, if you're planning to save that poisoned beauty, we should turn back now."

"Didn't you say there's no way?" Xiao Feng frowned. He never liked this hiding and withholding approach; it's tolerable from enemies, but if allies act this way, it's just disgusting.

"I really have no way, but if you truly want to save her, I can try my best. Just don't hold out too much hope, because the outcome could be that I haven't figured out the poison yet and that beauty is permanently paralyzed," Zhao Guo'an explained.

Xiao Feng nodded, "So you actually have a way, but no certainty?"

"That's right, so I won't try to be mysterious. We can't let some money ruin the rest of someone's life," Zhao Guo'an admitted.

"Come on, you're afraid that old man will retaliate against you, making money without living to spend it," Xiao Feng bluntly stated.

Zhao Guo'an almost immediately wanted to argue back, but then heard two "beep beep" sounds from the car horn behind. Looking up, he saw the red light had turned green, so he had to start the car and gave up fighting with Xiao Feng's words.

Back at Jinyue Garden, Xiao Feng opened the car door, stretched lazily, and said casually, "I still want to ask you, why are you helping me?"

Zhao Guo'an took out a cigarette, tapped it against the pack, "As I said before, life is too dull, not meaningful at all. With a mindset of thinking ahead in times of peace, I calculated a fortune and found that you are the person who can make my life comfortable for the rest of my days. So helping you is also helping myself."

"Can I believe that?" Xiao Feng chuckled lightly.

"Believe it or not, it's up to you. But I also want to ask something... you're not the head of assassins, are you?" Zhao Guo'an asked, holding the cigarette at his lips.

"Aren't you good at predictions? Just calculate what I'm doing," Xiao Feng teased.

Zhao Guo'an shook his head with a smile, "It's not 100% accurate, and the results are very vague. Like a chef and a nightclub princess, these two professions are worlds apart, yet both can be categorized under service industries. These vague results are like finding a needle in a haystack."

"Heh, didn't you say your life is dull?" Xiao Feng leaned against the car door, retorting, "If I were the head of assassins, wouldn't it be perfect to stir up your dull life?"

"Remember I said you are the person who can make my life secure?" Zhao Guo'an lit the cigarette and deeply inhaled, "Being secure, this concept is also very vague. For example, splurging and reveling can be described as secure, but wearing handcuffs and eating prison food is also secure. I don't want to actually end up inside."

After speaking, he sternly added, "I'd rather beg on the streets than lose my freedom!"

"Alright, I couldn't tell you were afraid of something," Xiao Feng pressed Zhao Guo'an's shoulder with one hand, "I can clearly tell you I'm not an assassin leader. I hope your words are true, or you should mentally prepare yourself now."

"Prepare for what?" Zhao Guo'an's finger trembled, and a bit of ash flew away.

"Prepare for the consequences," Xiao Feng said calmly, "If I find out you have other schemes, I will make you pay a terrible price in ways you can imagine."

Zhao Guo'an felt a chill in his heart, and smiled bitterly, "So straightforward? I thought you'd use the method of learning the truth over time."

"I want to, but time doesn't allow," Xiao Feng sighed, "Prepare in these couple of days, and then we'll go on a journey together."

"A journey?" Zhao Guo'an watched Xiao Feng's departing back, pondered for a moment, and suddenly recalled what Xiao Feng had said in the hospital ward, quickly asking, "Is it to find the descendant of the medicine king?"

Xiao Feng did not reply, but Zhao Guo'an felt he was quite on point.

"Going to see the descendant of the medicine king?" Zhao Guo'an murmured to himself, feeling somewhat intrigued.

After witnessing many pretentious and deceptive frauds, he wanted to see what the truly skilled doctors who inherited real skills looked like.

Although Zhao Guo'an considered himself somewhat skilled, at his early twenties, he wondered how much further he could go. Visiting industry veterans would be quite beneficial to his medical skills.

Thinking of this made Zhao Guo'an decide to go along, though he didn't know how dangerous this trip would be, where facing life-threatening situations would not be an exaggeration at all…

...

By the evening, everyone was gathered around the table. A young girl was holding her phone with one hand, resting her chin on the other, looking quite upset.

"Why aren't you eating?" Lone Wolf wondered, as usually when it came to eating, the young girl was more enthusiastic than anyone, but today she was different, indicating something was wrong.

The young girl replied with a frustrated face, "I didn't get the tickets."

"What tickets?" Lone Wolf continued to ask.

Xiao Feng thought aloud, "Concert tickets?"

"Yeah." The young girl nodded, pouting, "Brother Xiao Feng, I really liked this singer, I've been listening to her songs since middle school. Please think of a way for me."

"Don't worry, scalpers would surely have tickets." Du Qingyue comforted, "Actually, apart from some extremely popular superstar concerts, other concerts have some degree of manipulated scarcity marketing.

You see that all the tickets are sold out, but actually some of them went to scalpers, aiming to raise prices and reap profits from it."

"If we buy tickets from scalpers, wouldn't we be encouraging bad practices?" The young girl frowned, evidently unwilling to buy second-hand tickets.

Du Qingyue smiled, "We can time it well. Just wait until a few minutes before the show starts to enter. Then scalpers with tickets would be eager to sell, and we might even get them at a lower price, but the seats wouldn't be that good."

The young girl thought for a moment, nodded, "That could work!"

Then she called everyone to action, "Alright, alright, everything's fine, everyone start eating, don't just stare."

"Your mood changes a bit too quickly, huh?" Jiang Yixin was shocked, then asked, "But I'm quite curious, which singer do you like?"

"Chai Yanna." Mentioning her idol, the young girl immediately perked up, enthusiastically promoting, "Her family situation wasn't good, she had to work various odd jobs for tuition while studying to support her and her brother's education. Fortunately, her musical talent is quite excellent.

Her experience perfectly interprets the saying, 'gold will always shine!'"

While the young girl was narrating her idol's story in detail, Zhao Guo'an's eyes showed a peculiar look, murmuring, "Chai Yanna... Chai Yanna..."

Xiao Feng instinctively sensed something was off, but before he could ask, the doorbell suddenly rang.

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