The Old Superman touched his aged face and chuckled, “It’s a good thing we have a two-year buffer. If I suddenly became young, no one would believe it, and that would cause me **trouble.” “Uncle, after our treatment, all your age-related ailments will vanish. Your body will recover quickly in the short term, allowing you to appear in public frequently. And the more often you appear, the less likely people will notice the fact that you’ve suddenly become young,” Liu Hui suggested. “Father, Young Master Hui is right. Only by appearing in public frequently will you avoid making your sudden youth seem abrupt. Furthermore, your frequent appearances will signal that your health is fine, allowing you to leverage your prestige to consolidate all our resources to counter those who wish to sabotage our Li family. Once you step in personally, those individuals will surely retreat immediately, or face absolute ruin,” the Eldest Young Master added. “Father, even if you look twenty years old after two years, you can use makeup techniques to appear older. Moreover, with the two-year buffer, I believe it won’t be so easy for people to notice your rejuvenation,” the Second Young Master also chimed in. “Hmm, let’s settle on that then,” the Old Superman said. “Young Master Hui, can you arrange the treatment for my father now? We can transfer the treatment fees immediately,” the Eldest Young Master inquired. “That’s absolutely no problem; I can arrange it right away. However, I must remind you that the treatment I provide for your father is extremely confidential. You must keep this secret and absolutely not disclose it to anyone. Even if discovered, you must never admit to it,” Liu Hui stated. “Little Hui, rest assured, we certainly understand the importance of confidentiality; we will never betray you,” the Old Superman said solemnly, and both the Li Elder and Second Young Masters nodded seriously. “I certainly believe that, Uncle. Your reputation over the years is trustworthy. I only mentioned that as a formality; please don’t be offended. Now, please follow me,” Liu Hui finished his explanation and led the way out. The three members of the Li family hurriedly followed.

After walking through the factory grounds for a few minutes, they arrived at the miniature hospital where Mei Peng was located. Mei Peng, having been notified, was already waiting and rushed forward when he saw Liu Hui bringing the three Li family members over. “Uncle, this is Director Mei. I trust you’ve heard of him. He will be responsible for your entire treatment process,” Liu Hui introduced. “Then we will trouble Director Mei,” the Old Superman nodded. “No need for such formality. Saving lives and healing the injured is the sacred duty of us medical personnel,” Mei Peng said humbly.

Liu Hui then led the three Li family members into a sealed room, seated them on three chairs side-by-side, and placed a video camera in front of them, which he then activated, pointing it at the trio. “Young Master Hui, what is this?” the Second Young Master asked in surprise at Liu Hui’s action. “Heh heh, this is also a procedural step. It’s for verifying your identity after your rejuvenation. Of course, we won't proactively release this video, but should any legal disputes arise after your father becomes young, this video will serve as crucial evidence,” Liu Hui explained. “Little Hui, you truly are thorough,” the Old Superman remarked admiringly. “Heh heh, solving problems for our patients is our consistent principle,” Liu Hui laughed.

So, Mei Peng acted as the cameraman while the three Li family members detailed the entire premise of the treatment in the video. Following that, the Old Superman provided samples of his fingerprints, iris scans, and blood for future comparative analysis.

This entire procedure took about half an hour to complete. Liu Hui asked the Eldest and Second Young Masters to wait outside, while he and Mei Peng escorted the Old Superman into another secret chamber.

Inside the chamber, Mei Peng instructed the Old Superman to lie flat on the examination bed. He then took a syringe handed to him by Liu Hui and carefully injected the liquid inside into the Old Superman's body. The medicine immediately took effect, causing the Old Superman to fall into a deep sleep.

Liu Hui and Mei Peng deliberately remained in the secret chamber for another two hours before leaving. The Eldest and Second Young Masters outside had been waiting anxiously. As soon as they emerged, they rushed forward asking, “How is the situation? Has my father had any issues?” Mei Peng smiled reassuringly, “Gentlemen, please rest assured. Your esteemed father’s condition is excellent; the entire treatment went very smoothly. He will wake up in about ten hours, and the treatment will be considered successful then.” The two Young Masters sighed in relief, saying repeatedly, “That’s good, that’s very good.” “Gentlemen, there are still ten hours to go. Would you like to rest a bit or grab something to eat?” Liu Hui suggested. “Young Master Hui, please don’t be so polite; we’ll just wait right here,” the Eldest Young Master insisted, still uneasy. “Oh, right, Young Master Hui, Big Brother and I have already notified our finance personnel to prepare fifty-one billion US dollars. Which account should we transfer it to?” the Second Young Master asked. “Heh heh, for our first successful venture, let’s just take fifty billion US dollars. As for the bank account details, I’ll give them to you later,” Liu Hui chuckled. This treatment for the Old Superman was by far the most lucrative deal he had made since entering planar trading. The cost of the life-extension drug was similar to that of the AIDS medication, yet the fee charged was 5,000 times higher—a profit margin of unparalleled magnitude. Unfortunately, such a substance could not be made public and had to be conducted covertly. However, this item was destined to become a major trump card in Liu Hui’s hand, useful for cultivating his own faction of loyal interests. After all, compared to the ability to reverse aging, many material possessions could easily be sacrificed.

Seeing that the two Young Masters were unwilling to rest, Liu Hui and Mei Peng stayed to keep them company. After the grueling ten hours finally passed, Liu Hui and Mei Peng re-entered the secret chamber and found the Old Superman just waking up, his eyes bright and full of spirit as he looked at them. “Has my treatment succeeded? I feel utterly filled with strength, as if all my ailments have fled. My body has never been this healthy,” the Old Superman exclaimed, carefully examining himself. “Uncle, your treatment was a complete success. Let’s head out first; your sons are waiting for you outside,” Liu Hui said with a smile.

The Old Superman then left the chamber with light, easy steps, discussing his physical sensations with his sons. Although the functions of the organs within the Old Superman’s body had only recovered to 80%, this was already remarkable. His current state was the best it could possibly be. The two Young Masters were ecstatic to see their father’s health vastly improved.

Setting aside the joyous emotions of the Old Superman and his two sons, a shadow of gloom hung over the Guo family compound, a thousand miles away in Kyoto.

In the study of the Guo Family Patriarch, Guo Jia was staring at a stack of papers with a deathly pale face, his body trembling uncontrollably, too frightened to speak. The Guo Family Patriarch said sternly, “A’Jia, what can I say about you? I repeatedly warned you to be careful; how did you still contract AIDS?” Guo Jia seemed not to hear his father’s words; his entire focus was fixed on the stack of physical examination reports in his hands. In every report, beneath the HIV screening line, the word “Positive” was written in striking red characters, an almost blinding crimson.

The last time Guo Jia was in this study, the Patriarch had struck him on the head with a rusty iron paperweight. Out of concern for his health, the Patriarch had ordered the family physician to conduct a thorough physical check-up for Guo Jia. Guo Jia had initially assumed it would be a simple examination and felt relaxed during the process, never expecting the results days later to reveal he was infected with AIDS—it was like a bolt from the blue. When Hantang Hospital could still treat AIDS, contracting it was merely a minor ailment for Guo Jia, something easily cured like a common cold in minutes. But now that the drugs from Hantang Hospital had lost their efficacy against AIDS, infection was a fatal matter.

Guo Jia refused to believe the doctor's findings and underwent several detailed HIV tests at different locations. However, every final result showed “Positive,” confirming without a doubt that Guo Jia was infected with the HIV virus. “Impossible! I’ve always been so careful; I couldn't possibly have contracted AIDS. Could it have been a blood transfusion infection? Impossible; I’ve never donated or received blood in all these years, so blood transmission is out; and it’s certainly not from the mother... Then the only possibility is women. But I’ve always been careful, always using protection during sex. How could I get AIDS? Wait—only that Xiao Wan is the exception.” Guo Jia rambled nonsensically, then suddenly his eyes turned bloodshot, and he roared hysterically, “I get it! It must have been that bitch Xiao Wan who infected me! It has to be her; she’s the only one I slept with without using protection.” The Guo Family Patriarch frowned slightly and said, “Didn’t I teach you? At any time, you must calm down and think about how to resolve the situation, instead of having a hysterical fit. That’s useless for solving problems.” Guo Jia, chastised by his father, felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over his head, and he immediately calmed down, saying, “Right, that Liu Hui can definitely save me because he’s the inventor of the AIDS drug. I have a premonition; he must be able to re-formulate the cure for AIDS.” “While that lowly commoner might possess that ability, we just had a falling out with him. Moreover, he now has the Luo family as an ally in the Central Government, meaning we cannot take coercive action against him in the short term, nor can we bow our heads to him. Very well, you go home first and recuperate. I will find a way to solve this matter for you,” the Guo Family Patriarch stated.

Guo Jia still trusted his father’s capability greatly. If the Patriarch said there was a way to handle it, then there surely was. He put half his worries to rest and left the study with the remaining half gripping his heart. At this moment, Guo Jia walked with unusual caution, fearful of touching anything dirty or getting injured, reluctant to interact with others, worried that any germ might trigger his illness and lead to death. “Xiao Wan, Xiao Wan, I was completely sincere towards you. Why did you come to harm me? If I see you, I will never let you off,” Guo Jia muttered viciously to himself. In his memory, Xiao Wan was well-mannered and always gentle with him. She never asked him for anything, let alone money. She never even inquired about any state secrets. To this day, he found it difficult to equate Xiao Wan with the person who had caused his ruin.

Xiao Wan had already left Guo Jia and naturally couldn't hear his complaints. She was currently waiting for someone in a small hotel in Hong Kong. Suddenly, the doorbell rang at her hotel room door. Xiao Wan first looked out through the peephole and saw a Caucasian man ringing the bell. She immediately relaxed, opened the door, and let him in. “Miss Xiao Wan, hello. We meet again,” the white man greeted her in fluent English upon seeing her. “Mr. Blunt, hello. I’m also delighted to see you,” Xiao Wan replied in fluent English, ushering the white man into the room.

Blunt entered, surveyed the room briefly, and then sat on the sofa, smiling at Xiao Wan as he asked, “Miss Xiao Wan, how is your mission progressing?” Xiao Wan smiled, “My dear Mr. Blunt, my mission has been completed brilliantly. I followed your instructions exactly; that Guo Jia is definitely infected with AIDS now.” “Oh? Why are you so certain, Miss Xiao Wan?” Blunt inquired curiously. “Guo Jia slept with me without protection sixty-eight times. Even if he had incredible luck, avoiding infection once or twice is possible, but avoiding it sixty-eight times? If that were the case, his luck would be defying the heavens. Moreover, to ensure absolute success, I often used a fine needle dipped in my own blood to prick his veins while he slept. I was always very careful, and the puncture wounds were tiny, so he never suspected anything. If he still hasn't contracted AIDS after all that, then I have nothing more to say,” Xiao Wan stated. “Very well done. I didn't expect you to be even more thorough than I was. With this, he certainly cannot escape,” Blunt nodded in praise, yet felt a touch of fear inside, finding this woman terrifyingly ruthless, leaving no room for error. However, realizing this was precisely the outcome he desired, he quickly composed himself. “Mr. Blunt, my mission is complete. What about what you promised me?” Xiao Wan asked. “Rest assured, since you completed the task I assigned, I will absolutely keep my promise,” Blunt smiled. “I accidentally contracted AIDS earlier, so I scraped together one million US dollars trying to get treatment at Hantang Hospital. Who knew that damned Guo Jia would raise the treatment fee for AIDS patients to five million US dollars, leaving me utterly unable to seek treatment and forcing me to wait for death. If it weren't for this, even if you had found me, I would never have agreed to help you infect Guo Jia with AIDS. It’s almost laughable—Guo Jia raised the fees, preventing my treatment, leaving me to await death. And to survive, I infected him with AIDS. Since his Hantang Hospital can no longer treat it, he is certainly doomed this time. You see, he tried to take my life, but I didn't die, and instead, I caused his doom. Doesn't this count as karmic retribution, the repaying of good and evil?” Xiao Wan said. “Miss Xiao Wan, this is merely retribution for evil deeds. His price hike forced countless AIDS patients to wait at home to die; what you did was act on behalf of Heaven. So, you shouldn’t dwell on it,” Blunt comforted her with a smile, then pulled out a laptop, powered it on, logged into his online banking, and transferred a large sum of money into an account. “There, Miss Xiao Wan, I have transferred ten million US dollars into your account. You can check it immediately,” Blunt said. Xiao Wan opened her own laptop, connected to her online banking, verified the amount, and then stated with satisfaction, “The amount is correct. Thank you very much for your generosity, Mr. Blunt.” “Miss Xiao Wan, you are too kind; this is what you deserve,” Blunt replied with a smile, then pulled a syringe from his bag. “Mr. Blunt, is this the very last dose of AIDS treatment medicine in the world?” Xiao Wan asked curiously, looking at the syringe. “It is the last dose for the current phase,” Blunt smiled. “Alright, I won’t ask where you obtained it. Please administer the injection for me,” Xiao Wan said impatiently, eager to cure her AIDS and start her new life. “Miss Xiao Wan, before I inject this medicine, I must remind you of something. After your body is fully recovered, you must leave quickly and stay far away from Guo Jia’s sphere of influence. Absolutely do not let Guo Jia find you. If he does, you will die a terrible death,” Blunt stated seriously. “Don’t worry, I have firsthand experience of Guo Jia’s brutality. With this ten million dollars, I will certainly go into hiding under a new identity, ensuring Guo Jia can never find me,” Xiao Wan said confidently. “That’s for the best. Lie down on the bed,” Blunt instructed.

Xiao Wan obediently lay down. Blunt carefully inserted the needle of the syringe into her vein. Seeing her clear eyes looking at him, he asked, “Aren’t you afraid? What if this syringe contains poison, and you never wake up?” “Heh heh, I’m not afraid. I can read a person’s intentions in their eyes. Your eyes are telling me right now that you won't harm me. Moreover, if this injection isn’t the AIDS cure, it means my AIDS cannot be treated, which is just a different way of dying—just an earlier one. Then it’s just a matter of dying sooner and being reborn sooner,” Xiao Wan replied with a faint smile.

Blunt chuckled, pushed the liquid in the syringe into Xiao Wan’s body, and the medication quickly took effect, causing Xiao Wan to instantly fall unconscious. Blunt looked at Xiao Wan’s pure face, sighed softly, and covered her with a blanket. He murmured, “When you wake up tomorrow, go far away and start your new life.”

After speaking, Blunt packed his things and left Xiao Wan’s room. He walked out of the small hotel, went to a nearby shopping mall, and entered a restroom, randomly selecting a stall. A moment later, a middle-aged Chinese man emerged from that stall. This man hailed a taxi near the mall, drove around the Hong Kong streets a few times, then entered another mall restroom, again selecting a stall. This time, what emerged was a triad member. The triad member took the subway, crossed the river, exited the station, and transformed again in a very secluded spot. This time, he became a young man in his late twenties. This young man retrieved a car from his spatial storage and drove toward the headquarters of the Starry Sky Group. This young man was none other than Liu Hui.

It turned out that Liu Hui had inadvertently learned of Xiao Wan’s situation and had orchestrated this elaborate trap for Guo Jia using her by assuming different identities. Guo Jia was now likely facing a dangerous infection with AIDS, and since only Liu Hui currently possessed the capability to cure AIDS globally, he certainly would not treat Guo Jia—this served as a small act of revenge. However, the feud between Liu Hui and Guo Jia ran deep; simply causing Guo Jia to contract AIDS was not enough to satisfy Liu Hui; this was only one small part of his plan for retribution.