Urban Super Medical Saint

Chen Jiateng and his son's expressions darkened in an instant upon hearing the words.

"Just say I have important guests and ask them to come back another day..." Chen Jiateng's face remained overcast for a moment before he said solemnly.

"Father, that Matsukawa Nozomu, you may choose not to meet with him; after all, it's not their turn for the Japanese to call the shots in Indonesia. But the Brahmo family has quite a few influential people in Indonesia's military and political circles. Now that Alon is already at the door, it would be improper for you not to see him," Chen Zhengbin reminded, stepping forward with a wry smile upon hearing his father's words.

"Mr. Chen, my matter is not urgent; we can discuss it later. You go ahead with your business," Ge Dongxu said when he noticed the situation.

Pondering for a moment after hearing this, Chen Jiateng nodded to Ge Dongxu and said, "That's fine; I will meet with them first and then discuss our matters with you afterwards."

"The scenery on Samosir Island is indeed tranquil and beautiful. With that, I'll take my leave and take a walk around the area before I visit again later," Ge Dongxu said, rising to his feet and saluting with his hands.

"Good idea; I'll have Adin accompany you all around," Chen Jiateng and his son obviously did not want Ge Dongxu to interfere with their matters, and they rose to join the conversation.

Adin was the one who had just gone into the back garden to report and was a close aide to Chen Jiateng.

Wang Zhuo had not been in the drawing room just now; instead, he was waiting outside. Seeing Ge Dongxu and the others coming out so quickly, he was slightly surprised, but he approached them promptly.

"Mr. Ge, Mr. Xu, shall we go now?" Wang Zhuo asked.

"We haven't finished talking yet; let's have Mr. Adin here accompany us for a walk first," Ge Dongxu replied.

"Mr. Ge, just call me Adin, please," Adin quickly said.

Ge Dongxu gave a noncommittal smile and then the four of them got into the car together, with Adin taking the passenger seat.

The car slowly left the yard, going back down the same road they had come up on.

On the way, they encountered six vehicles, including Japanese Hondas and German Mercedes-Benzes, all in uniform black, driving up in a stylish procession.

Ge Dongxu guessed that these six cars were probably the ones belonging to Alon from the Brahmo family and the Japanese person named Matsukawa Nozomu, as reported by the servant earlier.

Ge Dongxu naturally had no interest in the Indonesians or the Japanese, nor in their dealings with the Chen family. However, as the two groups' cars passed each other, Ge Dongxu's eyebrows furrowed slightly because he sensed a vague malevolent and sinister aura.

But Ge Dongxu only furrowed his brow momentarily and did not take it to heart.

Although cultivators were scarce these days, they still existed. It wouldn't be surprising for the Brahmo family, a large Indonesian family, to have one or two cultivators around.

On the back seat of the black Mercedes-Benz sat an elderly man dressed in a brightly colored Badi shirt printed with various exotic and strange patterns.

The old man was of average build, with dark skin covered in wrinkles.

He held a pitch-black wooden staff in his hand, its head carved with the gruesome figure of a poisonous snake.

The poisonous snake's eyes weren't carved, but were inlaid with green jadeite, emitting a faint green glow that made them seem almost alive.

"Is everything arranged properly, without any chance of mistakes?" the elderly man asked the middle-aged man in the passenger seat.

"Teacher, rest assured, our people have been properly positioned. Should anything unexpected happen on our side, I guarantee not a single member of the Chen Family will leave Samosir Island. However, Teacher, with you personally taking action, and with the Japanese secretly assisting, I think you might be worrying too much," the middle-aged man replied.

"Under a great reputation, one doesn't find idleness! Do you think the Chen Family has been able to command such respect among the Chinese community in Sumatra Island all these years mainly because of wealth? In terms of wealth, he couldn't compare to the richest man of that time, Zhang Yaoxuan, who was also a well-connected merchant. He not only received an official position from the Qing government but also had good relations with the Dutch, who relied heavily on him. However, when talking about prestige in the Chinese community on Sumatra Island during the heyday of Jiateng, even Yaoxuan at his peak couldn't compare. The main reason he has been able to awe the Chinese community in Sumatra Island for so many years is because of his profound and unfathomable techniques. If it weren't for Matsukawa Nozomu revealing that he had been injured in his early years and is now likely plagued with a venomous affliction, I wouldn't want to take this risk," the old man said with a gloomy expression.

...

"Father, this sudden joint appearance by Alon and Matsukawa Nozomu is definitely targeting the oil field we recently discovered," Chen Zhengbin stated with an ugly expression at the Chen Family's large residence.

"Good people do not come; those who come have ill intentions! The biggest problem we Chinese face in Indonesia is our keenness on doing business to make money while rarely making achievements in the political arena, and our Chen Family is no exception! Otherwise, Alon would not dare to covet our oil fields," Chen Jiateng said with a grim face.

"It's not that we don't want to, but the Javanese and others have already firmly grasped power. It's difficult for us to get involved now, so we're not willing to put in the effort," Chen Zhengbin said.

"It's because all Chinese hold this same thought that even with our vast wealth, we are still at a disadvantage, unable to escape the fate of being carved up like fish on a chopping block," Chen Jiateng sighed.

"Father, are you implying that we should prepare to..." Chen Zhengbin's complexion changed drastically upon hearing this.

The newly discovered oil field had vast reserves; once the Chen Family developed it, it would definitely take their wealth to a new level.

"If Alon had come directly to negotiate with the Chen Family, I would share a piece of the cake with him in exchange for his political support. But the issue is that he is clearly worried about our Chen Family's deep-rooted influence in Indonesia, that he won't be able to control or dominate this matter, so he chose to side with the Japanese. With that being the case, do you think I would just sit back and let it happen? If I have to give it up, it most certainly won't be to the Japanese!" Chen Jiateng said, his face turning cold and his eyes revealing deep-seated hatred.

Many members of the Chen Family had died at the hands of the Japanese in those years!

"But..." Chen Zhengbin's face changed again.

"There are no 'buts'. Our Chen Family is not malleable clay for anyone to shape. If Alon thinks he can force us to give up the oil fields we discovered first, he'll have to see if he has the capability," Chen Jiateng said without letting his son finish, cutting him off with a cold tone.

Upon hearing this, Chen Zhengbin's expression gradually turned solemn, and he silently followed Chen Jiateng out of the residence to the entrance of the courtyard.

It wasn't two minutes before they saw a line of black cars stop at the entrance of the courtyard.

One by one, stern-looking men stepped out of the cars and then opened the doors.

Alon and a somewhat portly Japanese man emerged from the cars, bending their waists and stepping down.

"Brother Alon, what an honor to have you visit, my apologies for not meeting you farther away!" Chen Jiateng stepped forward and greeted with his hands clasped.

As for the Japanese man next to Alon, he simply ignored him.

"Chen Brother, long time no see. How have you been lately?" Alon clasped his hands in return and asked, while Matsukawa Nozomu by his side naturally looked sullen and displeased.