Urban Super Medical Saint

The scene looked incredibly eerie; in an instant, not only were the twelve bodyguards, who had guns pointed at them, scared pale and dared not move an inch, but even Chen Jiateng and his son, Xu Lei, and others all wore looks of horror.

Such miraculous techniques existed only in legends, and even they had never witnessed them before.

"You can try moving and see if these grasses will trigger the trigger," Ge Dongxu said indifferently.

The twelve bodyguards, despite their harsh special forces training, were facing a scene that far surpassed their wildest imaginations in terms of eerie horror and had a feeling of being scared out of their wits. As for moving, who would dare!

"Alon, right? Can you produce the antidote now?" Ge Dongxu asked Alon indifferently.

As he spoke, he tossed something with his hand.

The black snake in his hand shot towards a pine tree some sixty or seventy meters away from Chen Family's mansion like a streak of black lightning.

"Ah!" A sudden scream rang out.

The bark of that old pine suddenly peeled off, revealing a man wearing a cloak.

The pattern and color on the cloak resembled tree bark, and it was painted with strange and peculiar characters.

As the man "fell" from the tree, a "rustling" noise suddenly arose around, and several more "barks" "fell" from some trees, each trying to flee into the depths of the jungle.

These people moved quickly and nimbly, but Ge Dongxu just coldly smiled upon seeing this, his hand mysteriously already holding a few leaves, which he then gently tossed.

The leaves instantly shot out, cutting through the air, and surprisingly made a "whoosh whoosh!" sound as they sliced through the air.

"Ah! Ah!" Those leaves caught up in the blink of an eye to the cloaked men who turned to flee, with continuous screams echoing as the men all knelt to the ground, their blood spilling out from the backs of their knees.

The scene was deathly silent!

The wind blowing through Samosir Island, located in the tropics, felt ominously cold to the skin at this moment, chilling to the bone.

Using flowers and leaves as weapons!

Such means were not as eerie as the green grass earlier, but the idea of being struck down from such a distance, causing those clearly Japanese ninjas lying in ambush to kneel, bleeding, was enough to terrify anyone out of their wits.

"Alon, you are shameless!" Chen Jiateng's face turned an iron blue as he pointed at Alon and bellowed.

An old hand like him instantly realized what those ninjas had been up to in the shadows.

"Mr. Chen, let's not talk about shamelessness for now; let's get these people under control first," Ge Dongxu said lightly.

"Alright!" Chen Jiateng responded, but before he could give the order, his son Chen Zhengbin had already summoned people to tie up all the ninjas and bodyguards thoroughly.

The Chen Family was a prominent household; even though Chen Jiateng was living in seclusion here, he still had more than ten subordinates on hand.

By the time Chen Zhengbin called people to restrain and tie up Alon and the subordinates of Matsukawa Nozomu, Alon had already obediently taken out the antidote for Chen Jiateng to take.

After taking the medicine, the blackness on Chen Jiateng's face and hands faded away, but the frost mist on his skin remained, leaving his entire face bluish from the cold.

"No wonder Mr. Chen wouldn't yield those two herbs," Ge Dongxu said upon seeing this. He placed his hand on Chen Jiateng's back, and immediately, mist rose from Chen Jiateng's body. Quickly, the frost mist on Chen Jiateng was entirely removed, and his complexion returned to a healthy rosy hue.

The poison within Chen Jiateng was minor compared to his senior brother's; with Ge Dongxu's current cultivation, dispelling it was hardly a difficult task.

"Later, I'll write another prescription for you. After taking it a few times, you should fully recover. For now, let's deal with this Alon and the Japanese man's issue first," Ge Dongxu said as he swiftly withdrew his hand and spoke indifferently.

"I will never forget the life-saving grace, Mr. Chen owes you!" Chen Jiateng turned around and bowed deeply to Ge Dongxu upon seeing him withdraw his hand. His heart was filled with gratitude and was also deeply shocked by the display of power.

Chen Jiateng was well aware that the poison in his body could not be dispelled without a cultivation power above the sixth layer of Qi Cultivation.

But with a simple gesture, Ge Dongxu had dispelled the poison. Such cultivation power was beyond Chen Jiateng's imagination.

"Mr. Chen, you are too kind," Ge Dongxu modestly replied as he supported Chen Jiateng to his feet, then turned his gaze towards Alon and Matsukawa Nozomu.

"I admit defeat this time. Let's call the oilfield matter off," Alon said, shivering uncontrollably as Ge Dongxu looked at him, trying to sound fierce but feeling apprehensive inside.

"Sir, I acknowledge that you are a miraculous and formidable man, but I am Matsukawa Nozomu, the president of Japan's Shinrei Group. If even the slightest harm befalls me here, it will bring you great trouble," Matsukawa Nozomu said, regaining some calm after the initial panic, his tone revealing a hint of the pride characteristic of a Japanese person.

"Is that so? I don't believe so," Ge Dongxu said lightly. He then walked forward and "slap! slap! slap!" slapped Matsukawa Nozomu several times in succession before pressing various points on his body and drawing a little blood. With that, he drew a talisman in the air.

"What, what are you doing?" Matsukawa Nozomu clutched his face, feeling a chill run through his body at Ge Dongxu's nonchalant demeanor and almost forgetting the pain.

"Nothing much. I just want to see what kind of trouble it brings," Ge Dongxu said casually, then abruptly pointed in the air.

"Ah!" Matsukawa Nozomu immediately screamed in agony, rolling on the grass, clawing at himself as if desperate to rip out his own heart.

Seeing the miserable state of Matsukawa Nozomu, Alon's forehead broke out in cold sweat as he said to Ge Dongxu, "You should know this is Indonesia, and over at the bridge we have..."

"Are you talking about the troop of two hundred men at the bridge?" Ge Dongxu interrupted indifferently.

"How, how did you know?" Alon was as terrified as if he had seen a ghost.

"If I knew about those Japanese men hidden in the forest just now, how could I possibly be unaware of your men? But do you really think those two hundred trashy soldiers could do anything to me?" Ge Dongxu asked Alon.

Hearing this, Alon trembled and his face turned ashen.

Indeed, given the abilities Ge Dongxu had just demonstrated, the two hundred soldiers he had lying in ambush would pose no threat to him unless they were all special forces. As just ordinary soldiers, they were unlikely to be a match for this terrifying master.

"So what do you want?" Alon asked, glancing at Matsukawa Nozomu still writhing on the ground, his voice trembling.

"No rush, I need to inquire about the specifics of the situation before coming to a conclusion. But don't delude yourself into thinking this will just blow over easily," Ge Dongxu responded calmly, then turned to Chen Jiateng and asked, "Mr. Chen, can you tell me exactly what happened here?"

"Of course." Chen Jiateng quickly and respectfully responded, his gaze toward Alon filled with hatred and anger.

It was only now that Chen Jiateng realized not only had the enemy planted Japanese ninjas to disrupt his spellcasting, but they had also deployed a military force across the island. Clearly, even if he won this battle, Alon wouldn't have backed down!