The Feng Shui Treasure Appraiser

379: Chapter 379 Blocking BulletsShi Xiaoya noticed the change in Han Jingyang immediately.

”Shing—” She drew her katana and asked in a low voice, ”Boss?”

This meant she was ready to strike at any moment.

Han Jingyang, meanwhile, looked at the middle-aged man who had come to cause trouble with the gaze of someone looking at a dead person. He said calmly, ”Get out now, and I’ll spare your life. Otherwise, don’t blame me for being ruthless!”

The middle-aged man shuddered instantly.

He had researched Han Jingyang’s background before coming. If it weren’t for the fact that his boss was paying so much, he really wouldn’t want to deal with a terrifying killer like Han Jingyang.

Han Jingyang was a ruthless man who had wiped out Zhang Dahai with a single sword strike. What right did thugs like them—who didn’t even count as small fry on Zhang Dahai’s side—have to cause trouble in front of Han Jingyang?

However, his boss’s task for him was to stall for time, distract Han Jingyang, and prevent him from treating Yang Zhizhong.

The method was to pester and harass him—no physical fighting, just using his tongue, and sticking to Han Jingyang like glue.

However, the boss hadn’t told him what to do if Han Jingyang turned hostile immediately.

Keep acting like a hooligan? Or leave obediently?

Fighting was out of the question.

But now, Han Jingyang was about to make a move. What should he do?

The middle-aged man’s eyes darted around. He didn’t dare to meet Han Jingyang’s gaze, but he wasn’t reconciled to leaving just like that.

At this moment, a bald man suddenly shouted, ”Boss, don’t dawdle with him! Let’s just take our stuff and go, don’t worry about so much!” As he said this, he shoved the middle-aged man in the back with great force.

The middle-aged man was sent stumbling toward Han Jingyang against his will.

Meanwhile, the bald man and two other burly men lunged toward Yang Zhizhong on the sofa.

At the same time, several faint ”shoo, shoo” sounds rang out.

”Damn it!”

Han Jingyang was shocked.

He lunged to cover Yang Zhizhong’s body.

The next second, he felt his body being struck heavily several times.

The second after that, Shi Xiaoya, Liu Jing, and the sisters Zou Rushuang all moved in unison. The six or seven thugs the middle-aged man had brought in all collapsed to the ground, except for the middle-aged man who had been shoved.

The middle-aged man stumbled to steady himself. When he looked back, he saw that all his men were dead.

What kind of monsters were in this room?

The middle-aged man fell to his knees with a thud. ”I don’t know anything! I—my boss’s task for me was just to make a scene. I—I really didn’t know they were assassins, and I definitely didn’t know they were carrying guns! Please, don’t kill me! I—I’ll tell you everything! It was Liu Qiang, Yang Zhixiao’s right-hand man, who made me do it. Liu Qiang is right outside the market; he’s a young man with glasses, fair-skinned and thin, driving an A6. He has a very capable bodyguard with him—he’s Yang Zhixiao’s most trusted person, bar none...”

He kowtowed frantically while confessing, acting like a madman.

But no one paid any attention to the middle-aged man. Everyone rushed to Han Jingyang’s side.

”Boss, are you okay?”

”Does it hurt?”

”Where are you hurt?”

With the help of Shi Xiaoya and Liu Jing, Han Jingyang stood up and hopped twice. Everything seemed fine, but another small accessory with protective properties had shattered.

He couldn’t help but curse, ”Damn it!”

He looked at Yang Zhizhong, who was completely unharmed.

Only then did he heave a sigh of relief.

Thank goodness, the duck that was about to fly away was saved.

He had also saved face. Otherwise, if he had promised to save someone only to let the target die right under his nose, it would be humiliating beyond measure.

Thinking this, he tilted his head and smiled at the stunned Yang Yujie. ”Little sister, you and your father owe me another life.”

Hearing his words, the young girl snapped out of her daze and fell to her knees again with a ”thud.” However, she didn’t succeed in kowtowing this time, as Zou Rushuang flashed over and stopped her.

But the young girl said with extreme seriousness, ”Mr. Han, from now on, you are my—my master. Whatever you tell me to do, I will do. I—I will listen to everything you say, and I will never go back on my word, even if you treat me as—as a servant.”

Han Jingyang laughed heartily.

Why did he risk his life to block bullets?

Wasn’t it just to win this young girl’s heart?

Having saved her life three times in a row, he should have succeeded at least halfway, right?

He could take his time with the rest; there was plenty of time, no need to rush.

Right now, the most urgent tasks were cleaning up and saving the patient.

Hmm, clean up first. Having so many corpses in the shop really didn’t look right.

Han Jingyang took out the hand-held piece and activated the Karmic Fire attribute once again.

The Karmic Fire blazed, incinerating the enemies’ remains.

Soon, the scene was burned clean. Even the bloodstains that had spilled out vanished, as if they had never existed.

It was just that overbearing. The unreasonable kind.

The young girl, Yang Yujie, was completely dumbfounded. Her expression was blank, her small mouth slightly agape, and her eyes fixed on the floor that had been scorched by the Karmic Fire. After a long while, she turned her head mechanically toward Han Jingyang. ”Mas—Master, what is this?”

”Magic.”

”Is—is there really magic?”

”What else could it be? If I didn’t have some real skills, would your father trust me this much?”

”I—I, I’m sorry. My brother told me before that you were a fraud and that you were planning to join forces with the enemy to set up a trap to deceive my father, which is why I rushed over here...”

Han Jingyang waved his hand. ”It’s fine, I forgive you.”

He said this while turning to face Yang Zhizhong. ”Let’s treat your injuries first. Let your father worry about the rest. I don’t want to keep acting as his shield; he doesn’t have any extra daughters.”

He set up the dharma altar again. He arranged the offerings, incense, and candles once more.

Then he performed the Yu Step and pinched his fingers into a mudra.

However, just as he was preparing to activate the skill again, his phone rang.

”What the hell! Is there no end to this? Why is it so hard to save one person?”

Han Jingyang took a deep breath, suppressed the impatience in his heart, and nodded at Shi Xiaoya.

Shi Xiaoya helped him take out his phone and glanced at it. ”It’s an unfamiliar local number.”

”Answer it.”

The call connected, and a hearty laugh came from the other end. ”Mr. Han, I’ve heard so much about you. Hello, hello! My name is Yang Zhixiao. I am Yang Zhizhong’s younger brother and the second boss of Xinyi Group.”

Han Jingyang snorted. ”Boss Yang, we have no friendship, and we’ve never met. If you have something to say, say it directly. I’m busy.”

”Ah, I know you’re busy, Mr. Han, which is why I called so quickly,” Yang Zhixiao said loudly. ”What I want to say is simple: hand my brother over to me. As long as you are willing to let go, Mr. Han, I will offer ten million in cash, ten dharma instruments—genuine, authentic dharma instruments—plus one hundred high-quality antiques. Mr. Han, are you satisfied with this price?”

Han Jingyang laughed. ”You certainly are willing to spend a fortune.”

”I have no choice; he is my own brother, the kind where the bones are broken but the tendons are still connected,” Yang Zhixiao said earnestly. ”As long as you are willing to let go, Mr. Han, I guarantee that this is just the beginning. There will be even more benefits in the future, more than you can count. Take dharma instruments, for example—I have over a hundred of them in my possession. Every single one has been consecrated and used by numerous masters of metaphysics. I guarantee they are the real deal.”

Han Jingyang sighed. ”And if I refuse?”

Yang Zhixiao laughed heartily. ”Refusal is fine too; that is your choice, Mr. Han. You are incredibly powerful and have unparalleled combat prowess, so you are certainly fearless. However, people like us in the underworld believe in using any means necessary. Mr. Han, you have family and friends, don’t you? You understand what I mean, right?”