My Most Beautiful Fiancée

Hearing Divine Doctor Zhao’s resolute tone, Zhao Ling’Er cried out in alarm:

”Grandpa!”

Divine Doctor Zhao said coldly, ”Ling’Er, what have I always taught you? A person can lack ability, but they must never lack integrity.”

”But...” Zhao Ling’Er pursed her lips. ”Grandpa, how can you say that? You’re no ordinary person. If you were gone, what would happen to all your patients?”

CREAK.

While they were arguing, Mu Lin had already gotten out of the car.

”I’ll be right back.”

”Silly boy, that’s Dong Jia, the Yang Family’s high hand! You can’t beat him!”

How could Divine Doctor Zhao not have recognized him? But right now, who the man was didn’t matter. The key was to get away quickly.

But this silly boy, Mu Lin, had charged out without a second thought.

”You’re Dong Jia, right?”

”You know who I am and you’re not on your knees?”

”Don’t know you. Just think the name sounds pretty stupid.” Mu Lin picked his ear and flicked something away.

”You...” Dong Jia’s gaze turned sharp. ”You’re dead.”

Mu Lin chuckled. ”Everyone dies eventually, it’s just a matter of sooner or later. But I don’t think it’s my time just yet. If you try to take me by force, don’t get yourself killed in the process.”

”Wait!” Divine Doctor Zhao scrambled out of the car. ”Dong the High Hand, you two have no past grievances or recent grudges. Why must you fight to the death here? Why not sit down and turn hostility into friendship?”

Dong Jia said, ”Divine Doctor Zhao, stay out of this. I have no intention of harming you. In fact, I’ll need to visit your Holy Medicine Hall to pick up medicine later.”

”But this person, I must take him with me. Young Master Yang specifically asked for him.”

”The Yang Family?”

”That’s right, the Yang Family. Who else would I be here for?”

”Mu Xiaoyou has never had any dealings with the Yang Family. Why would Young Master Yang target him?”

Although it was probably useless, Divine Doctor Zhao still wanted to try.

Dong Jia looked Mu Lin up and down, his gaze brimming with venom.

”That’s none of your business! I advise you two to leave immediately. Otherwise, I can’t guarantee what might happen.”

Mu Lin turned, opened the car door, and said to Divine Doctor Zhao, ”Divine Doctor Zhao, please get in the car. I’ll handle things from here.”

Divine Doctor Zhao’s expression changed. ”Mu Lin, this is no joke! If they take you away, it’s a certain death sentence!”

Mu Lin said, ”I know what I’m doing. Once you’re gone, I’ll have room to maneuver.”

”Ling’Er!” Mu Lin looked at Zhao Ling’Er.

Zhao Ling’Er was already pale with fright, but she still responded:

”I’m here!”

”Do you believe I can beat them?”

Zhao Ling’Er looked at the men in black surrounding them and hesitated.

’I really wasn’t sure. I saw Mu Lin take on Lu Yi by himself last time, and he made it look so easy. Maybe he could handle these men in black. But the problem was, there were just too many of them. Two fists are no match for four hands, let alone this many. I just didn’t have the confidence in him.’

Seeing she didn’t answer, Mu Lin said, ”Take your grandpa back to the Holy Medicine Hall. I’ll come see you after this is over. I promise I’ll show up in one piece.”

”But if you’re here, I’ll be distracted protecting you, and then I really might lose.”

Zhao Ling’Er looked into Mu Lin’s eyes and saw immense confidence in his gaze.

After a moment’s thought, she gritted her teeth. ”Okay! Grandpa, get in the car!”

Seeing that his granddaughter had gone crazy along with Mu Lin, Divine Doctor Zhao was so angry he raised a finger, about to curse them out.

Suddenly, Mu Lin pushed Divine Doctor Zhao by the shoulder, shoving him into the car.

”Ling’Er, drive!”

Mu Lin slammed the door shut. Zhao Ling’Er jolted and stomped on the gas.

The black-suited thugs immediately parted, making way for the car.

Caught off guard, Divine Doctor Zhao scrambled up from where he’d fallen. The car was already ten meters away, and he could only watch as Mu Lin was swallowed by the crowd of men in black.

”Ling’Er, you fool! You’ve just sent Mu Lin to his death!”

Ling’Er said earnestly, ”He won’t die. I believe Brother Mu will definitely win!”

”If he dies, I’ll never marry in my entire life!”

Divine Doctor Zhao sighed deeply. Since things had come to this, there was nothing more he could say.

He could only look back and offer Mu Lin his blessings.

Suddenly, a figure flew out from the crowd of men in black. It soared a full two stories high, tumbling through the air and flying far, right in the direction of their car.

As the figure tumbled, Divine Doctor Zhao got a clear look at the face.

Wasn’t that Dong Jia?

’He’s so strong!’ Divine Doctor Zhao’s confidence surged, and he shouted, ”Ling’Er, stop the car! We’ll wait for Mu Lin here!”

”Why? Brother Mu told me to wait for him at the Holy Medicine Hall!”

”That was when he wasn’t sure he could win! Look now! He’s already sent Dong Jia, the Yang Family’s top expert, flying! How could the remaining small fry possibly be his match?”

Zhao Ling’Er’s eyes lit up. She turned her head and saw Dong Jia’s face flash past the window before he crashed to the ground beside the car.

Zhao Ling’Er couldn’t help but press harder on the gas.

If she hadn’t, he would have been caught in the wheels and certainly lost a limb. If his head had hit a tire, he’d be dead on the spot.

No matter how tough your skull is, it’s no match for a car.

Seeing Mu Lin’s explosive kick, an irrepressible killing intent flashed in the eyes of the men in black.

They weren’t ordinary thugs. They had all undergone rigorous training and followed countless rules of discipline.

Never retreat, never compromise—that was rule number one.

Kicking Dong Jia away was a blatant provocation.

But Dong Jia wasn’t their leader. Whether he lived or died had no bearing on them.

A fight that needed to be fought still had to be fought. A person who needed to be captured still had to be captured.

If they could complete the mission perfectly while Dong Jia was down, their status in Young Master Yang’s eyes would surely rise.

So, when Dong Jia was sent flying, they were pleased rather than angered, and they charged toward Mu Lin.

Since the strategy of taking Mu Lin away and faking an accident was no longer viable, they could only switch tactics: kill Mu Lin on the spot.

It would be messy, but with the Yang Family’s influence, a clean cover-up wasn’t an impossible task.

Mu Lin was like a tiger pouncing on a flock of sheep. The encirclement of black-suited men was torn apart in an instant, as if it were a piece of paper.

Strong. Too strong!

After just one clash with Mu Lin, many of them had broken bones in their hands, blood trickling from their mouths, and were left squatting on the ground, unable to get up.

In an instant, less than half of them were still standing.

The rest retreated step by step, keeping a distance of more than five meters from Mu Lin, signaling they would not attack again.

Mu Lin snorted. ”Cowards.”

’I thought the enforcers of a major family would be different from ordinary thugs, but it turns out they also bully the weak and fear the strong.’

Mu Lin walked toward Dong Jia and saw the Polo parked on the side of the road.

’Didn’t I tell them to leave quickly? But there’s no need to worry anymore. The crisis is over.’

Mu Lin approached Dong Jia step by step. Dong Jia, racked with pain and with blood still trickling from his mouth, stared back at Mu Lin with a grim expression.

”Who are you? I’ve never heard of anyone like you!”

Dong Jia felt his Qi and Blood roiling in his chest, as if he might cough up blood at any moment.

Mu Lin said, ”Me? I’m a team leader at the Li Group.”

A self-deprecating smile touched Dong Jia’s lips, and he sighed.

”To think I couldn’t even beat someone like you... It’s like my ten-plus years of martial arts training have all gone to the dogs.”

Mu Lin narrowed his eyes. ’Ten-plus years? I’ve been training since the day I was born. That’s more than a decade longer than you.’

Zhao Ling’Er got out of the car and waved at Mu Lin. ”Brother Mu, I knew you could win!”

She started jogging toward him as she spoke.

Dong Jia’s gaze hardened. ’This is my chance! As long as I can grab Zhao Ling’Er, Mu Lin will be a dead man. I won’t even have to do anything. I could make Mu Lin kill himself.’

”Ling’Er, come back!” Divine Doctor Zhao, an old hand in the Jianghu after all, sensed something was wrong and hurriedly reached for her.

Dong Jia mustered all his remaining strength and lunged forward.

He was about to get a hold of Zhao Ling’Er.

Suddenly, a silver needle streaked through the air and pierced Dong Jia’s temple.

A thumb-sized hole appeared on Dong Jia’s head, a deep wound piercing straight into his brain.

Though it was just a silver needle, it had the effect of a bullet.

The force behind it must have been immense.

The light faded from Dong Jia’s eyes, and he collapsed limply to the ground.

Zhao Ling’Er’s legs gave out, and she leaned against the side of the car, gasping for breath.

”You scared me to death! I thought I was going to die.”

Divine Doctor Zhao said, ”This is why I tell you to listen! Don’t just run around like that! Do you have any idea you almost got Mu Lin killed?”

Zhao Ling’Er lowered her head and quickly admitted her mistake. ”It’s my fault. I didn’t think he could still move.”

Mu Lin said, ”The man’s dead. There’s no point in talking about it.”

”If you hadn’t driven the car away, I wouldn’t have been able to make my move. I should be thanking you.”

Zhao Ling’Er’s pretty face flushed, and she nodded emphatically. ”I knew from the very beginning that you would win, Brother Mu.”

Now, her faith in Mu Lin was more resolute than ever.