Liu Hui changed back into his own clothes, hailed a taxi by the roadside, and returned to the Han Tang Hospital. In his office, Mei Peng was waiting for him. Seeing Liu Hui's somber expression, Mei Peng asked with concern, "Boss, what's wrong? You look unwell. Did something happen?"

Liu Hui leaned back on the sofa, waved his hand dismissively, and said, "Second Brother, I'm fine. You should rest first. I need to go check on Third Brother later."

Mei Peng looked at Liu Hui with suspicion for a moment and said, "Alright, then I'll go make my rounds in the wards and check on those hospitalized patients. They are scheduled for discharge tomorrow morning."

Liu Hui suddenly remembered the five patients and asked, "Did you check on them already? How is their recovery going?"

Mei Peng smiled, "I checked them ahead of schedule. They were fully recovered yesterday."

"That's good. I'll have to rely on you for tomorrow's matters. I've been quite busy lately," Liu Hui said, finally letting out a sigh of relief.

Mei Peng nodded and then left to patrol the wards.

Liu Hui opened his computer and searched for "Honghuagou" on the local network. The search returned hundreds of results. He clicked on one and discovered that Honghuagou was a mountain gully on the outskirts of Bashan City. Someone who had visited left a message online describing Honghuagou as geographically perilous and perfectly suited for development into a tourist attraction. Netizens had even meticulously marked the location of Honghuagou online. Liu Hui committed the address to memory.

It was nearly midnight. Liu Hui went down to the basement. Zhou Tengyun had been soaking in the biological healing tank for six hours now. The liquid in the tank had faded considerably; Zhou Tengyun’s body could now be clearly seen suspended in the fluid, with tiny arcs of electricity dancing over his skin, emitting crackling sounds. Zhou Tengyun’s original body color was black, marred by numerous wounds, but now his skin was beginning to turn grayish-white, and the wounds were starting to heal, indicating excellent treatment results.

Liu Hui stood before the tank, gazing at Zhou Tengyun within, thinking about the information he had overheard at the Frog Prince Nightclub. He murmured, "Third Brother, whoever harmed you this way, I will avenge you. If you wish to take action yourself, I will give you the ability to exact that revenge. Whether it’s the Kuanglong Gang or that Young Master Lu from Shuzhou, if you wish it, I will help you achieve your goals. Trust me."

The hospital basement stored many Chinese medicinal herbs, all purchased by Liu Hui through Mei Peng. To prevent anyone from analyzing the drug composition by tracing the purchased herbs, Mei Peng had bought many unrelated medicinal materials alongside the necessary ones. Liu Hui brewed the herbs in the basement into health tonics, while the dregs were stored in his spatial storage. This way, unless someone witnessed him brewing the medicine, it would be impossible to decipher the formula for the tonic.

Currently, five patients were undergoing treatment at Han Tang Hospital, but many more were holding back, observing the situation. After all, they had only heard reports about the successful treatment of Johnson and the others; they hadn't witnessed it firsthand. Now, with five patients serving as examples, it was best to wait and see the outcome. If the treatments proved truly effective, they would naturally seek medical care; if it was a scam, they would have lost nothing but a sliver of hope.

Upon learning that the Han Tang Hospital patients would be discharged the next day, media from all over the world converged outside the hospital. The domestic Chinese media contingent was the largest and most aggressive; having missed out on the initial scoop last time, they were determined not to fail again.

Liu Hui first prepared ten doses of the health tonic, bottling them in ten exquisite glass vials. Then, he took ten large infusion bags containing physiological saline and injected the true therapeutic agents into them, storing these prepared medicines in his spatial storage. He anticipated a large influx of patients after tomorrow, so he took advantage of the current quiet time to prepare everything in advance, avoiding chaos later.

After spending a little more time with Zhou Tengyun, Liu Hui returned to his upstairs office. He was tired after a long day. Liu Hui took out the quilt Liang Jingyue had prepared for him, rested his head on a cute cartoon pillow, and slowly drifted off to sleep on the sofa. He had many matters to handle tomorrow and needed to ensure he had ample energy.

At five in the morning, the alarm sounded, and Liu Hui woke up precisely on time. He quickly freshened up and headed to the basement. Passing the ground floor, he heard the sharp sounds of hei ha echoing from the courtyard, accompanied by rushing air currents. He paused, walked into the yard, and saw a white figure practicing martial arts, his fists and feet causing the air to snap loudly.

The white figure was highly alert and noticed Liu Hui approaching from a distance. He immediately stopped, stood still, and called out, "Boss." As Liu Hui walked closer, he realized it was the security captain, Wu Yuanjia.

"So it's Captain Wu, practicing martial arts this early?" Liu Hui asked.

"Yes, sir. Since I live alone with no other commitments, I get up early to practice," Wu Yuanjia replied respectfully.

"What style of martial art are you practicing, Captain Wu?"

"I practice Xingyiquan. I started when I was young and have been practicing for over twenty years. Unfortunately, my natural aptitude is limited, so I haven't achieved much notoriety," Wu Yuanjia expressed with a hint of regret.

"But your movements appear very sharp, striking the air so forcefully—surely you must be quite skilled?" Liu Hui asked, puzzled.

"These are merely superficial phenomena; my actual combat effectiveness isn't that strong. Due to poor physical aptitude, I've never managed to reach a higher level. I've only just managed to achieve basic entry," Wu Yuanjia admitted.

"Captain Wu, may I ask you something?" Liu Hui looked at Wu Yuanjia, a thought striking him.

"Please speak, Boss."

"Do you pass on your martial arts techniques to others?" Liu Hui felt a little awkward but was brimming with anticipation.

"My former master placed no restrictions on me teaching others, provided they are not deeply wicked individuals. I likely would have taught them! But now is the age of firearms; who bothers learning boxing anymore?" Wu Yuanjia shook his head regretfully, mourning the decline of Chinese martial arts.

Liu Hui looked at Wu Yuanjia, paused for a moment, and then said, "Captain Wu, please continue. I have something urgent to attend to, so I must leave."

"Farewell, Boss!"

Liu Hui went down to the basement. The biological healing tank was still running; the liquid inside had grown very faint, allowing Zhou Tengyun's form to be seen completely. The skin tone on Zhou Tengyun's body had returned to normal, all wounds had vanished, and his facial expression was no longer contorted in agony. He checked the time; it was almost twelve hours since Zhou Tengyun entered the biological healing tank.

Liu Hui felt a profound sense of awe. Serious injuries untreatable by Earth's current scientific level could be completely healed in just a few hours by a creation of the Zerg race—was the technological gap between Earth and the Zerg truly this immense? The universe had actually nurtured a race like the Zerg, dedicated solely to genetic research—how marvelous! Where would Earth's future research trajectory lie?

Liu Hui sighed for a moment, then, following his usual habit, began to exercise his body. Just as he finished his workout, the biological healing tank emitted a sharp pa sound. Then, the light in the entire tank dissipated, the electrical arcs within vanished, and the biological healing tank ceased operation. Liu Hui hurried to open the top lid, reached in, grabbed Zhou Tengyun, and first removed the respirator from his mouth, then lifted him out. He dried his body with a towel prepared earlier and changed him into a hospital gown, placing him on a mobile stretcher.

Zhou Tengyun lay still on the stretcher, eyes tightly shut, breathing steadily, but showing no signs of waking. Liu Hui was somewhat perplexed. Since the biological healing tank had stopped working, it meant Zhou Tengyun was fully healed; he just couldn't fathom why he hadn't woken up yet.

Liu Hui touched the biological healing tank with his right hand, and with a thought, retracted the entire apparatus into his spatial storage. Such an object from another dimension could not possibly be left in the basement, even though the basement seemed perfectly secure at the moment.

Since Zhou Tengyun hadn't woken, Liu Hui had no choice but to push the mobile stretcher and transport him to a regular hospital room for observation.

For the rest of the time, Liu Hui returned to the basement to continue practicing his skills, paying particular attention to the steel ball drills. He needed to be extra focused, as he planned to take action that evening; more practice now meant a greater chance of success later.

By the time Liu Hui emerged from the basement, it was eight in the morning, and the hospital staff were arriving. Liang Jingyue had also reached the hospital, and Mei Peng had already begun his rounds. Liu Hui brought them to Zhou Tengyun’s room. Upon seeing Zhou Tengyun, they couldn't help but let out gasps of astonishment. It was truly unbelievable: the severely injured body, unrecognizable just yesterday, now looked completely intact, save for being unconscious. If one had to point out a difference, it was that Zhou Tengyun's skin appeared slightly paler than before. Nothing could be more miraculous.

Liang Jingyue examined Zhou Tengyun and said doubtfully, "This is too miraculous! The rest is understandable, but recovering skin tone overnight like this is truly incredible. I know my own skin treatments take days to show results!"

Mei Peng chuckled nearby, "Who can truly explain medical matters? Look, Chinese Medicine appeared in China during ancient times and established a complete theoretical framework. People were still in a primitive state then, so how could they formulate such profound theories? We still haven't fully deciphered those theories today. Do you know what that implies?"

"What does that imply?" Liang Jingyue asked like a curious child.

"It implies that Chinese Medicine has surpassed human imagination and can produce miraculous results. Zhou Tengyun's rapid recovery proves this point, doesn't it?" Liu Hui chimed in from the side. He and Mei Peng played off each other, thoroughly confusing Liang Jingyue.

"So that's it. Ahui, have you ever considered turning this formula into cosmetics? With such amazing efficacy, it should make quite a bit of money!" Liang Jingyue, unfamiliar with Traditional Chinese Medicine, immediately considered alternative uses.

"We need to study that further. We can discuss it later!" Liu Hui felt deeply awkward. Where would he get a formula from? He certainly couldn't sell them a biological healing tank; if he did, he’d be dissected by a laboratory before anyone knew what happened.

"Second Brother, Third Brother won't be waking up anytime soon. Administer some nutrition intravenously to keep his vital signs stable, and find someone meticulous to look after him. He should wake up before long," Liu Hui instructed Mei Peng.

"Understood, I'll arrange it immediately. Oh, by the way, our first batch of Han Tang Hospital patients is about to be discharged. Do you want to make an appearance?" Mei Peng inquired.

"How many reporters are there?"

"The area around the hospital is packed with reporters right now—from all over the world. They all want to cover our hospital's first batch of cured patients." Mei Peng pulled back the curtains. "See for yourself!"

Liu Hui followed the movement of the curtains and saw that the entrance was swarming with reporters, with several television crews already filming.

"Mmm, I won't participate in that event. I have some matters to handle. Why don't you and Jingyue go together? Make sure you boost our hospital's visibility—be as high-profile as possible," Liu Hui decided after a moment's thought.

"Alright, Jingyue and I will make arrangements right away," Mei Peng nodded.

"Ahui, I brought you breakfast. It's in the microwave in your office. Go eat, I need to get to work," Liang Jingyue said, hugging Liu Hui and giving him a quick kiss.

"Okay, I'm going right now," Liu Hui replied, playfully tapping Liang Jingyue's nose.

Regardless of how Mei Peng and Liang Jingyue were greeting reporters at the hospital, Liu Hui had already left Han Tang Hospital. He made a slight change to his attire, put on a pair of oversized sunglasses that almost completely obscured his face, and headed to the used motorcycle market on the outskirts of Bashan City.

Liu Hui browsed the market until he spotted a few motorcycles inside one shop. He walked in.

"Boss, how much are your motorcycles?"

"What kind of motorcycle are you looking for?" the owner asked.

"Do you have something fast, powerful, and suitable for off-roading?" Liu Hui asked.

"Sir, you're in luck. I happen to have one that meets your criteria. Follow me." The owner led Liu Hui to a back room and pointed to a bike. "This Jialing 125 has been modified with a large rear sprocket; it perfectly fits your needs—off-road specialized. If you have good technique, you can even try drifting."

Liu Hui inspected the bike. Its appearance was unassuming, which suited his requirements. He then asked, "This bike looks a bit old. How long will it last?"

"Rest assured, sir. I just finished servicing it. All the internal components are about eighty percent new. It won't have any issues for at least ten thousand kilometers," the owner guaranteed, patting his chest.

"How much is this bike? Are there any paperwork requirements?"

"This bike is only 4,000 yuan—an absolute bargain. Most people who buy from me are from neighboring counties and villages; they don't register them, so no paperwork is needed. Buy it, ride it away. As long as you don't show off in the city, no one will bother you."

"That's fine, I'll take it." Liu Hui immediately produced the cash.

"Excellent! We'll include a helmet for free." The owner was delighted. He rarely encountered a customer who didn't haggle; this was a considerable profit, so he happily gifted Liu Hui a helmet.

Liu Hui rode the newly purchased motorcycle to a gas station, filled the tank, and then filled a plastic jerrycan with gasoline, which he slipped into his spatial storage when no one was watching.

He rode the motorcycle toward Honghuagou. He quickly located it; Honghuagou was less than twenty kilometers from Bashan City, a small gully with complicated terrain, featuring several winding roads leading into the mountains, marked by numerous curves and precipices. He stowed the motorcycle in his spatial storage, climbed to the highest peak himself, and thoroughly surveyed the entire topography of Honghuagou before returning to the city.

With the first batch of Han Tang Hospital patients successfully discharged, Mei Peng and Liang Jingyue held a brief press conference in the ground floor lobby. They succinctly presented the patients' treatment summaries, followed by their recovery certifications, culminating in grand praise for the achievements of Han Tang Hospital. This information thrilled the media staked out at the hospital; upon receiving the firsthand news, they rushed back to their hotels to publish the reports.

Seeing Mei Peng and Liang Jingyue working so hard, Liu Hui felt a twinge of guilt. He considered himself a hands-off manager, usually delegating tasks to Mei Peng and Liang Jingyue to handle. He felt he owed them for this. He planned to hire professional managers through a headhunting firm in the next couple of days to alleviate their workload.

Liu Hui ate lunch with Liang Jingyue, then rushed out again; he still needed to prepare a few more things. The operation planned for the evening carried some risk, so he had to be cautious.

The latest news about Han Tang Hospital began appearing online and on television by the afternoon. However, Liu Hui was too preoccupied to pay attention; he was waiting. Finally, it reached seven in the evening. Liang Jingyue prepared him a sumptuous dinner at their new home. Liu Hui ate distractedly, then excused himself, claiming an urgent matter.

Liu Hui changed his clothes once more. He first took a bus, then hailed a taxi heading toward the suburbs, getting off only in a very remote area.

Liu Hui retrieved the motorcycle, oriented himself, and roared toward Honghuagou. He reached the location quickly. Since he didn't know the exact rendezvous point, he climbed to the highest vantage point, took out a chair from his spatial storage, and settled in comfortably. He had no idea when the Kuanglong Gang members would arrive, so he needed to conserve his stamina.

Liu Hui activated his hearing and sight to their maximum limits, vigilantly monitoring all surroundings. The mountain night was intensely dark, making any light source highly visible. Liu Hui was confident that if any vehicle approached, he would detect it instantly; nothing could escape his senses.

Time wore on, until midnight, and the Kuanglong Gang had still not appeared. Liu Hui was not anxious; he was certain they would show up soon. Indeed, at one in the morning, several vehicles approached in the distance, their headlights glaring brightly in the inky darkness.

Liu Hui observed the vehicles' trajectory; they pulled into a small gully, shut off their lights, and fell silent. He packed up his chair and silently crept toward that gully. Soon, he was positioned near the edge of the gully, lying in wait and observing the activity on the opposite side.

The vehicles in the gully remained still, only the faint red glow of cigarette tips intermittently flashing in the darkness. About twenty minutes later, headlights appeared on the other side of the road, and three cars approached. These three cars found the gully first, shut off their lights, waited briefly, and then began flashing their headlights in a specific sequence. The vehicles in the gully noticed the signal and responded with their own pattern of lights. Once the coded exchange was complete, the arriving cars immediately drove into the gully.

The later arrivals stopped, and only one car kept its headlights on. A middle-aged man with a prominent scar stepped out—it was Ma Lao'er of the Kuanglong Gang. Ma Lao'er walked to the sedan parked in front, knocked on the window, and the door opened, revealing a slender young man.

"A'Mu, why are you here personally? How can our Kuanglong Gang deserve such attention!" Ma Lao'er was greatly startled upon recognizing the young man.

"Old Ma, the sum involved in this transaction is quite large, so the old man insisted I handle it personally to ensure everything goes smoothly. I also heard you suffered a significant loss after being tricked last time. My presence ensures security during the exchange; the old man doesn't want any more mishaps," A'Mu said with a smile.

"A true brother! Once I settle matters in Bashan, I'll visit your territory to thank you," Ma Lao'er replied with a smile.

"I look forward to Old Ma's visit then." A'Mu snapped his fingers, and two subordinates emerged from the car behind him, carrying four large leather briefcases. They placed the cases before Ma Lao'er and opened them, revealing them to be packed entirely with narcotics.

Ma Lao'er waved his hand, and three large men came forward, carrying six large bags, which they placed before him. He pulled open the zippers, revealing stacks of bundled hundred-yuan banknotes.

A'Mu smiled, "This is Type Four Heroin, 200 kilograms in total. You can inspect it."

Ma Lao'er smiled back, "Do I doubt A'Mu's character? This is 20 million in cash. You can count it."

Although A'Mu and Ma Lao'er trusted each other, they did not stop their subordinates from conducting thorough inspections. After their men confirmed everything was in order, they nodded to their respective bosses.

A'Mu and Ma Lao'er shook hands with smiles, then returned to their vehicles and drove away. Ma Lao'er’s convoy consisted of three cars; he sat in the first, with a van in the middle protecting the drugs carried by several gang members, and another car following in the rear as escort.

Liu Hui had already scouted the terrain of Honghuagou thoroughly and knew there was a sharp hairpin turn at the exit road the Kuanglong Gang would use to descend the mountain. He immediately began running toward that bend.

Since the mountain road was rugged and difficult to traverse, the Kuang Long Gang's vehicle wasn't moving very fast. As they rounded a sharp bend, the speed began to decrease. Liu Hui, who had prepared himself above, took a running start and leaped onto the roof of the middle van, then executed a roll to neutralize the momentum. His movements were so subtle that the occupants inside the van didn't notice him. Dressed entirely in black, Liu Hui was virtually invisible in the darkness upon close inspection.

Liu Hui cautiously flattened himself against the roof. The middle window of the van was slightly ajar. He quickly craned his neck to peer inside; there were five people in total: a driver and four Kuang Long Gang enforcers. He pulled out a few steel ball bearings, took a breath, then flipped himself over and slid through the middle window. Before the two enforcers in the back row could react, two steel ball bearings shot from Liu Hui's hand, striking both men precisely on their temples. The two men in the front realized something was wrong and reached inside their coats for their pistols. Liu Hui delivered a powerful sidekick, striking the neck of the nearest opponent. With a sickening crack, the man's neck twisted completely sideways, and the unfortunate enforcer slumped lifelessly. The remaining enforcer, seeing the situation turn dire, lunged forward, attempting to tackle Liu Hui. Liu Hui countered with a swift roll, locking his legs into a scissor hold, tightly constricting the man's neck.

By this time, the driver in the cockpit had realized the situation was out of control and was preparing to brake. With one enforcer locked in his legs, Liu Hui’s hand flashed, producing a steel ball bearing. With a quick whip of his wrist, the bearing shot toward the driver, exploding his head. Liu Hui tightened his grip, snapping the neck of the last enforcer, and swiftly secured the four leather suitcases into his storage space. Since the driver was killed by Liu Hui, the van became driverless and began careening wildly across the road. Liu Hui moved to the cockpit, shoving the dead driver aside, and brought the vehicle back under control.

The two vehicles preceding and following them had noticed the disturbance and began honking and shouting. Liu Hui ignored them, gunning the van past Ma Lao Er's lead car and speeding ahead. Ma Lao Er's eyes were bloodshot as he ordered his driver to pursue relentlessly. While steering the van, Liu Hui pulled a plastic jerrycan from his storage space and tossed it out the back of the vehicle.

Ahead of the road was a sheer cliff. Liu Hui propped the accelerator down with a stick, then wrenched open the door and leaped out without hesitation.

Liu Hui rolled several times in the direction the van was traveling, then shot into the adjacent woods like a wisp of smoke. He pressed a remote control in his hand. A device on the plastic jerrycan inside the van lit up, then exploded, igniting the gasoline within. The splashing fuel rapidly engulfed the entire van, and the vehicle, now fully ablaze, plunged over the cliff edge.

Ma Lao Er stood stunned at the edge of the precipice, completely unable to comprehend how the van carrying the cargo could suddenly lose control, spontaneously combust, and then fall into the abyss. The entire sequence felt impossibly unreal, like a bad dream.

Because the mountain area was pitch black and Liu Hui had been exceedingly cautious, Ma Lao Er still had no idea what had transpired. A searing headache gripped him. He had promised Boss Liu yesterday that there would be no issues, guaranteeing absolute safety, and yet, moments after securing the goods, disaster struck. The loss to the gang this time would be a staggering sixty million RMB. How could he possibly explain this to the gang?

Liu Hui stood on a nearby peak, watching Ma Lao Er on the road below. At this moment, with just a flick of his finger, he could have blown Ma Lao Er’s head apart. He suddenly sighed. Old Third, these were your enemies; this vengeance should be yours to exact. I will spare his life for now.

Liu Hui turned away from Ma Lao Er and ran toward the other side of the mountain. His agility made climbing the slopes seem as easy as walking on level ground. When he reached a plateau, he felt a violent shift in the air currents. He instinctively dodged, and a massive boulder crashed down exactly where he had just planted his feet.

"Heh heh, just killed people and destroyed someone else's property, and you're in such a hurry to leave?" A burly giant emerged from the nearby woods.

"Who are you?" Liu Hui felt an immense pressure bearing down on him and asked in surprise.

"Heh heh, you can call me Tiger!"