Chapter 2680 Death Challenge!

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Qin Fang was using The Nine Revival Needles to treat the injuries on this Chinese man while also circulating his energy to give him a simple massage. At a time like this, his powerful and dense True Qi was showing just how terrifying its effects could be.

After a short while, drop after drop of black blood started dripping down from the Silver Needles stuck in the man's chest…

All of this was stagnant blood that had accumulated inside the patient. If it wasn't cleaned out in time, the consequences would be extremely serious. Since Qin Fang had decided to save him, there was no way he'd quit halfway, just suppress the symptoms a bit and dump the guy at a hospital.

Right now, he had to carry out preliminary treatment so that this man could actually keep his life…

As for lying low, Qin Fang couldn't be bothered to go through that much trouble, so he simply decided to heal the guy's injuries properly!

The black blood kept dripping down along the Silver Needles for quite a long time, until it was no longer black and turned bright red. Only then did Qin Fang stop, because the man's condition was basically fully treated.

What was left was just recuperation and recovery; those wouldn't be big problems anymore.

"You… saved me?"

Before long, the Chinese man actually woke up. He just happened to see Qin Fang crouching in front of him and instinctively clutched the black leather bag in his hands tighter. Then he seemed to remember something and asked in surprise.

"Other than me, is there anyone else here?"

Qin Fang couldn't help rolling his eyes as he said, "These Silver Needles… don't take them out for now. Wait at least another three hours before you remove them, otherwise your injuries might flare up again. That would be a real pain, you might even lose that little life you just kept!"

"Uh…"

The Chinese man stared at Qin Fang in surprise, then looked at the Silver Needles stuck in several major acupoints on his chest, growing even more puzzled. "You know Acupuncture Techniques?"

Acupuncture is a very important part of Dragon Country's traditional Chinese medicine. Aside from some traditional Chinese medicine Families back home, there are almost no decent acupuncture masters anymore. Even though there are some experts abroad, there are more of them in Korea and Japan. Over here in America…

There might be a few, but people truly proficient in it are rare. Most of them are in Chinatown Families, mainly Chinese, with orderly Family inheritance, almost never taking outsiders as Disciples—let alone a white-skinned foreigner.

This Chinese man clearly had some knowledge of the subject. He'd noticed that Qin Fang's Acupuncture Techniques were anything but simple, which made things even more suspicious…

"I know a little, know a little…"

Qin Fang replied with a squinting smile. He hadn't reverted to his original appearance; this was just a small episode, no need to explain too much.

"A ruptured spleen isn't a small matter. Take extra care of yourself. It's getting late, I should be going… If you trust me, I'll give you a ride. If you don't, then we'll part ways here…"

As he spoke, Qin Fang stood up and walked toward the car not far away.

"Wait…"

The Chinese man was quite stunned, but he quickly recovered and immediately spoke up, "I trust you…"

He had just gone down hard and almost lost his life. If Qin Fang were really interested in that leather bag in his hands, he would have taken the chance to grab it long ago… But in reality, Qin Fang hadn't taken it, hadn't even looked at it properly, let alone tried to touch it.

A person like that might not be someone he could trust absolutely, but at the very least Qin Fang harbored no obvious ill intent toward him… and had even saved his life. Faced with goodwill like Qin Fang's, how could he refuse?

Of course, there was another important reason…

The contents of that black leather bag in his hands had to be delivered to a certain place as soon as possible. He'd already wasted quite a bit of time; he couldn't afford to delay any further. If he missed the appointed time, he'd regret it bitterly.

"Get in the car…"

Qin Fang didn't say much more, just casually pointed at his car, then slid straight into the driver's seat… The Chinese man behind him hesitated for a moment but still chose to sit in the back seat. Maybe he felt this kind of distance was a bit safer.

That level of vigilance made Qin Fang quite curious.

However, he didn't want to trigger needless suspicion, so he couldn't be bothered to ask in detail. "I'm heading to 167th Street in Miami. Where are you going? If it's on the way, I'll drop you off…"

"Uh…"

But when Qin Fang said that, the other man froze for a second, clearly surprised. "You're going to 167th Street?"

"Of course!"

Qin Fang was driving and speaking lazily at the same time. "I've already booked a room at the Fuzhou Restaurant over there, I'll be staying there for the next couple of days…"

Miami's 167th Street is actually Miami's Chinatown. It's just that compared with the Chinatowns in places like San Francisco, Los Angeles, and New York, Miami's Chinatown is much smaller—basically just this one street.

When Qin Fang came to Miami, although his route was top secret, all the logistical arrangements were handled by the Green Gang: the car, lodging, and his various fake documents had all been prepared thoroughly and flawlessly.

The reason he was staying in Chinatown was to prepare for yet another identity swap…

As a foreigner walking into Chinatown, he would naturally stand out a lot. Even if someone with an agenda started watching him, Qin Fang didn't care, because on his way out of Chinatown he'd be using the face and identity of a Dragon Country Person. That way, he wouldn't be nearly as conspicuous.

That was why he spoke this way to a Chinese person, a compatriot. Otherwise he would definitely have kept his mouth shut.

"Uh…"

The Chinese man seemed a bit hesitant. After staying silent for quite a while, he said, "I'm going to 167th Street too…"

"OK, we'll head there…"

Qin Fang just nodded lightly, then stepped on the gas and drove toward Miami's 167th Street.

167th Street actually isn't that far away, and since it was late at night there weren't many cars on the road. In about fifteen minutes, Qin Fang had already arrived… As soon as they entered the mouth of the street, that Chinese man asked to get out on his own.

"Thank you…"

The man just thanked Qin Fang, gave him a deep look, then quickly slipped into the maze of small alleys crisscrossing the street…

Qin Fang only gave a faint smile and didn't think much of it. Even though his minimap still clearly showed the man's movement route, he didn't bother to pay attention or track him. Instead, he immediately drove forward toward the restaurant he had booked, to settle in and rest.

A few minutes later, under the lead of a Qing Gang Disciple, Qin Fang entered his room to rest… His arrival was extremely secret; aside from a few core figures in the Green Gang leadership, no one else knew. Qin Fang didn't even need to register or explain anything.

The night passed without incident!

Qin Fang had been sleeping quite comfortably when he was jolted awake by intense noise outside.

"What's going on out there…"

Qin Fang was quite surprised. It was only a little after seven in the morning. The sky was fully bright, but it clearly wasn't time for work yet… So why was it suddenly so noisy?

"Xiao Li, what's happening outside?"

Having been woken up, Qin Fang naturally had no mind to keep sleeping. After getting dressed he went downstairs. Just as he was about to eat breakfast, he called over the Qing Gang Disciple who'd been assigned to stay here and obey his orders.

"Young Master Qin, there really is something going on…"

Xiao Li hesitated for a moment, but still answered honestly.

The general situation was this: 167th Street is Chinatown, and also Miami's largest Chinese district. Nearly eighty percent of the local Chinese live here. Life, work, business, shopping—every kind of facility is basically complete.

And on this street there is a Qin's Martial Arts School… They're old residents of the street; three or four generations of the family have lived here for decades. They're all very good-tempered people, and the most beloved by all the Chinese compatriots on 167th Street.

Especially Old Master Qin Yiwu. Not only is his kung fu excellent and he has taught many Sect Disciples, he also possesses quite impressive Medical Arts, particularly when it comes to injuries of tendons and bones. With just a simple round of massage he can cure seventy to eighty percent of such injuries…

Miami is a city of sin, with a very high crime rate. Fights and brawls break out frequently, and naturally injuries to tendons and bones are very common… Old Master Qin has treated more people than anyone can count.

At the same time, his disciples are all quite strong, and they take very good care of their Chinese compatriots. They often stand up for the Chinese living on 167th Street, getting into fights with criminals of other races, other skin colors, even other countries.

The root of this whole incident came from that…

Supposedly not long ago, when gang members from Black Mexico were doing a drug deal with a local Miami gang, they were accidentally seen by a Chinese man… The two gangs joined forces to hunt him down, but by chance the people from Qin's Martial Arts School rescued him.

The two gangs were extremely arrogant and immediately stormed the school demanding they hand the man over…

But Old Master Qin has always had a very tough character. How could he possibly bow his head to these foreigners?

So under his command, the disciples of Qin's Martial Arts School beat those two gangs into a chaotic rout, sending them fleeing with their heads in their hands…

However, how could these people just let it go?

The two gangs immediately spent a huge amount of money to hire a terrifyingly powerful fighter from who-knows-where. Not only did this man cripple Old Master Qin's son with a single move, but three days ago he sent a battle challenge to Qin's Martial Arts School—today he's going to fight Old Master Qin in a life-or-death duel… (To be continued. If you like this work, you're welcome to go to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please go to m.qidian.com to read.)