It was clear to Daoist Wang that this man known as 'Hua' was quite angry at the moment.
Hua kicked the female physician, Wei Na, harshly on her shoulder again, adding a shoeprint to her shoulder as she was already clutching her abdomen and wailing in pain.
Profanities continuously spilled from Hua's mouth.
This greatly enriched Wang Jixuan's still rather new vocabulary.
"Hua... I was wrong, Hua…"
Wei Na stammered:
"I really didn't do it on purpose... That day... Ah! Cough, cough! Stop hitting me..."
Hua paced back and forth, his fierce face carrying a hint of malice as he glared down at the woman.
"Do you think you're safe just by hiding in Middle City, huh? Is there a single layer of the security team that doesn't have friends from the Black Fire Gang?"
Hua cursed:
"I have a hundred ways to kill you!
"You bitch! The surgery was ready, and you stood me up? You really think I wouldn't dare touch you? Your ex-boyfriend, the captain, has long been fucking someone else!
"Tell me! Are you going to do the surgery or not!"
Wang Jixuan silently listened, initially thinking this was a tale of love and hate, but he soon realized that it wasn't about that at all.
Wei Na said tremblingly, "Hua… I really can't... I don't know surgery..."
"Go to hell!"
Hua aimed his foot at Wei Na's abdomen and kicked fiercely.
"You don't know surgery? Can I not read? Is everything written in your file fake? Are you going to do it or not!"
"Hua I really... I don't want to..."
"Are you going to do it or not!"
"It's a crime... I don't want to..."
"If you don't do it, I will beat you to death today!"
The man kept kicking, and Wei Na's screams echoed in the nine square meter medical room.
The two muscular men standing in front of Wang Jixuan like two doors, stared unfriendlily at him.
The two men felt increasingly that something was amiss.
The young man who seemed frail was too calm, his gaze clear, simply quietly watching the scene behind them.
The man on the left shook the flesh on his face and squeezed out through his teeth, "Hey! Kid, aren't you scared?"
Wang Jixuan slightly frowned and said with a smile, "Gentlemen, why resort to such coercion? How about letting me persuade her?"
Hua turned his head to look over, his slender eyes staring at Wang Jixuan, furiously saying, "Who the hell is this guy!"
"Hua, her boyfriend, the one you mentioned,"
"You let us bring him in."
"He's not... he's not my boyfriend... he's not involved in this, Hua..."
Wei Na's face was full of pain.
Curled up on the ground, she was utterly disheveled, now looking up at Wang Jixuan, shaking her head vigorously as if telling him not to interfere.
"Three fellow Daoists."
Wang Jixuan cracked a slight smile:
"By continuing to beat her like this, you will only cause her organs to bleed severely. Is there something you want her to do?
"If she dies, you won't be able to achieve your goals, right?"
Hua tilted his head to look at Wang Jixuan.
"Kid, trying to play the hero? Come here."
He pulled out a handgun from his jacket, pointing it at Wang Jixuan and beckoned him over.
Wang Jixuan had seen this sort of thing in Mu Liang's memories—it was a kind of a powerful mechanical hidden weapon.
Hua coldly chuckled, "Try persuading her."
Calmly, Wang Jixuan walked past the two muscular men, crouched in front of Wei Na, and pressed a finger on her neck.
Wei Na began speaking in a very low voice:
"Get away... go find the security team... they will really kill people... Hua! He's not involved, he's my ex-boyfriend's little brother..."
"What do they want you to do?" Wang Jixuan asked.
Wei Na kept shaking her head, blood oozing from the corner of her mouth.
"Can't you agree to them?" Wang Jixuan said softly. "They have a heavy murderous aura, they must be some desperate men. I don't think they'll easily let you go."
Desperate men? Murderous aura?
Hua squinted slightly and, without warning, kicked Wang Jixuan in the back.
Wang Jixuan pressed his left hand against the floor, barely avoiding falling down, his expression showing impatience.
Wei Na cried out desperately, "Just go! This isn't your problem! They want me to perform surgery to harvest someone's organs, and they are from Lower City!"
"Still want to leave?"
Hua bent down, pressing the gun against the back of Wang Jixuan's head.
"Doctor Wei seems pretty worried about this kid, huh?
"That's interesting. I have a buddy, he likes skinny weak men like this.
"How about I send your boyfriend over to let him have some fun for a few days? What do you say, Wei the scholar?"
Wang Jixuan: "Fellow, are you implying that I have homosexual inclinations?"
"What is he saying?" Hua was a bit unclear.
Wang Jixuan's eyes sparkled faintly, and he quickly recited:
"It is the Vajra Unbreakable Wheel that emerges to vanquish demons."
Buzz!
A faint golden light flashed across Wang Jixuan's body!
"You—"
Hua only felt a blur before his eyes, his hand suddenly empty, and his field of vision filled with two afterimages!
He suddenly felt a heavy blow to his chest, and as his vision rapidly reversed, the sensation of his back being struck hit him, and the sound of breaking syringes filled his ears!
Hua felt incredibly stifled, unable to catch his breath, his body sliding powerlessly down as he opened his mouth to speak, spewing out a mouthful of fresh blood, his eyes rapidly filling with blood.
The medical room was utterly silent.
Not only were the two muscular men stunned in place, but Wei Na was also stunned.
What had she just seen?
The frail Mu Liang before her had just knocked Hua flying with a single punch?
Wang Jixuan's left arm, recently swung in a punch, was now dislocated, hanging at an eerie angle by his side, his wrist also showing shades of blue and purple. In his right hand, he held a handgun, curiously fiddling with it.
He didn't pay much attention to Hua, only staring at the two sturdy men.
Before losing consciousness, Hua used the last of his strength to yell, "Get him..."
The two sturdy men were about to rush forward.
Wang Jixuan calmly raised the handgun, and although he had not clicked the safety off, the two men wisely raised their hands.
'Just a mundane gang.'
Wang Jixuan didn't pull the trigger; he simply pushed it gently forward, and the pants of one of the men immediately became wet.
"Scram! All of you, scram!"
Wei Na shouted forcefully as if venting her anger.
The two men turned and ran, their movements shaky as they opened the door. Once outside, they didn't forget to close the heavy door, clutching their sports pants as they sprinted away.
Wang Jixuan shook his head and placed the handgun on a nearby table.
Wei Na had already sat up against the medicine cabinet.
Her arm trembling, she coughed repeatedly staring downward, and from the back pocket of her hot pants, she took out a bent, homemade cigarette. She lit it with a button-sized lighter, sucking on it and slowly exhaled a puff of smoke.
Wang Jixuan pointed at Hua, "Aren't you calling the Security Team?"
"He's from the Black Fire Gang in Lower City," Wei Na swallowed a blood-tinged spit, "The Central City Security Team has many people bribed by them, and they usually don't go to the lower levels, it's a lawless area there... Sorry, for dragging you into this."
"What did they want you to do?"
"To harvest organs," Wei Na took a drag of her cigarette, "to take out the healthy organs from some of the homeless they captured, put them in preservation boxes, and then sell them to those who could afford the price."
Wang Jixuan tried to understand, puzzled, "Aren't the three quotas not supposed to circulate?"
Wei Na looked at him as if he were a fool, retorting, "Are you really clueless or just pretending? Quota only matters in Upper and Middle Cities; it's all precious metals and tangible goods in Lower City."
"I've never been there," Wang Jixuan admitted with slight embarrassment, "Can you issue my certification now?"
"You're still thinking about your mental health certification now?"
Wei Na couldn't help but laugh and cry.
Clutching a cigarette and enduring pain throughout her body, she stood up with the help of the medicine cabinet and looked at Wang Jixuan's hanging left arm. She then witnessed him grab his left shoulder with his right hand, give a push, and a shake, and his dislocated arm snapped back into place.
The crackling sound made Wei Na shiver.
"How... how did you manage that?" she asked, realizing later.
Wang Jixuan seriously said, "I've taught myself free-fighting for a few years."
"I saw a light in your eyes before... I mean... thanks for saving me."
Wei Na leaned against the wall and walked to the corner where she pressed a few buttons on a screen framed by a square metal frame. Mu Liang's detailed information appeared.
She merely ticked a few boxes and chose send, and Mu Liang's profile frame turned from pink to green.
"There, you no longer have to perform brain tissue removal surgery."
Wei Na coughed a few times, tossed the cigarette butt on the floor, and stared slightly spaced out at the handgun beside Wang Jixuan.
She sniffled, speaking quickly:
"I'll handle things here, but I can't guarantee that those two from the Black Fire Gang who ran away won't find you. I'll have my friend contact you later to arrange a new place for you to live."
"If investigators ask you, just say they kept hitting me and the gun fell into my hands. Don't say anything else,"
"Can I go now?"
"Yes, go ahead. Can you leave the gun behind? You seem unable to hide it. I will have my friend come and deal with it."
"Okay," Wang Jixuan agreed simply, took two steps back, and turned to pull open the alloy door.
"Hey! Mu Liang!"
Wei Na suddenly called out.
Wang Jixuan turned around and caught the first aid kit and anti-inflammatory medicine Wei Na threw at him.
Wei Na took a deep breath and puffed out her chest, which, despite the movement aggravating the bruises and causing her quite some discomfort, she still fully displayed her fiery figure accentuated by her strapless top and hot pants.
"Are you sure you don't want to try? Big sister knows many moves and can give you a great initiation. The atmosphere here is just too good!"
Wang Jixuan shook his head helplessly, phased out, closed the door, and walked back to his room remembering the direction.
Each standard accommodation room was only about nine square meters with a concealed private bathroom; the bath area was communal.
Wang Jixuan locked his room door, his forehead continuously breaking out in cold sweat.
His Primordial Spirit... it couldn't even be called a Primordial Spirit at this point; it was more apt to say soul.
The Vajra Mantra had overtaxed his soul power; he needed to rest now.
Wang Jixuan struggled back to the side of the bed and barely managed to assume the Five Hearts Facing Heaven position;
He attempted the simple Circulation with difficulty in this body, where all the meridian channels were blocked.
The spiritual energy in the air quickly gathered towards him.
Wang Jixuan felt a sense of urgency;
This place was far from peaceful; the ferocious 'demon beasts' ravaging the land were already a significant threat, and inside No. 76 Fortress there lurked so many dangers.
He survived even under the Heavenly Tribulation, he surely couldn't end up slashed to death by a mere mortal gang?
Definitely not.
These guys still held Hidden Weapons named 'guns'; judging from movies from the Golden Age according to Mu Liang's memories, hitting a human's vital spot with one of these could kill a person.
Black Fire Gang, harvesting organs...
What a Demon Cult it is.
Wang Jixuan's room quickly quieted down, the faint light penetrating the soundproof metal from all sides, gathering and washing over his body as he breathed in and out.
Inside the medical room of the district,
Wei Na threw the stub of her second cigarette to the floor, took a sip of hot water from her cup, and forcefully hit the alarm button under the consultation table.
Annoying alarm sounds erupted everywhere, and dark red warning lights appeared in the corridors.
Wei Na picked up the handgun beside her, pushed down the safety, and stepped twice to stand over Hua, who was kneeling and passed out, his head hanging low.
She held the handgun with both hands, her whole body shaking gently, pressing close to Hua's chest, holding her breath, her lips trembling,
"My mom wouldn't even hit me like this when she's drunk!"
Bang!
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Flashes of light continuously appeared through the door cracks.
The well-maintained gun did not falter, and the female physician, her face splattered with scalding blood, successfully emptied her magazine.