BPIFC -Volume 1 – Chapter 9 Reversal

The moment Sun Desheng heard the name Ouyang Pianzuo, his eyes narrowed.

He glanced at the motionless Che Qianzi lying in the hospital bed and then said to Old Yang:

“Brothers should keep their accounts clear. Since you can’t get into the Ghost Market yourself, if I help you obtain this Guangyuan Underworld Mirror, shouldn’t you show a little appreciation?”

Old Yang had come specifically to negotiate with Sun Fatty.

Without hesitation, he raised one finger.

“One favor for one favor. If the day comes when you need my help, just say the word.”

Sun Fatty immediately looked dissatisfied.

“What do you mean, one favor for one favor? Why make it sound so distant?”

“I’m telling you, even if you didn’t help me, I’d still help you.”

“Let’s leave that favor on credit for now. At the moment, there’s a small matter I’d like to trouble you with first.”

He pointed toward the hospital bed.

“See that little brother lying there? I’m soft-hearted. I can’t bear watching him suffer like this anymore.”

Old Yang knew exactly who the patient was.

Shaking his head, he replied:

“You’re asking me to treat someone whom Director Wu personally put here?”

“If I do that, the one lying in the bed unable to move will become me.”

“Besides, you’ve got the wrong person.”

“Saving people is Yang Jun’s specialty.”

“My specialty is sending people away.”

“If you want me to kill someone, that’s as easy as blowing out a breath.”

“But saving people? That’s outside my expertise.”

Seeing that Old Yang refused, Sun Fatty didn’t press him.

Instead, he smiled and took out his phone.

After dialing a number and getting connected, he said: “Director Ouyang? I heard you’ve arrived in Jiuhe.”

“What’s that supposed to mean, surveillance?”

“Even though I’m no longer a Bureau leader, I still care about senior colleagues like you.”

“I’m telling you, I have a few friends in Jiuhe.”

“Some of them even have connections to the Ghost Market.”

“You’ve heard of Nie Lao San from Jiuhe, right?”

“That’s him.”

“Just the month before last, he acquired a complete set of Six-Eared Underworld Artifacts in the Ghost Market.”

“Want me to ask him to help smooth things over for you…?”

As he chatted casually on the phone, Sun Fatty smiled at Old Yang.

At first, Old Yang simply smiled back.

But when he heard the name Nie Lao San, the smile on his face began to stiffen.

Then Sun Fatty mentioned the Six-Eared Underworld Artifacts.

The muscles around Old Yang’s eyes immediately started twitching uncontrollably.

Just as Sun Fatty began searching for Nie Lao San’s contact information, Old Yang suddenly walked over to Che Qianzi.

Without warning, he yanked away the blanket covering the young Taoist.

Then he ripped out every tube attached to his body.

Seeing this, Sun Fatty immediately hung up the phone and grinned.

“Now that’s friendship.”

“I knew you had a soft heart.”

“You couldn’t stand seeing my little brother suffering in bed.”

“Great Sage, I think you’ve misunderstood something.”

Old Yang looked up at him and smiled shyly.

“Me treating him is actually the worst possible choice.”

“My abilities were never meant for healing.”

As he spoke, he lightly touched Che Qianzi’s forehead with a finger.

The instant his fingertip made contact, unimaginable pain exploded through Che Qianzi’s body.

Already hovering on the edge of death, the young Taoist couldn’t endure it.

He spat out a mouthful of blood.

Then darkness consumed him once more, and he lost consciousness.

Not treating him would have been better!

How had a single touch nearly killed him?

Although Sun Fatty felt somewhat uneasy, none of it showed on his face.

Still smiling, he said:

“I’m telling you, you’re not just trying to take the easy route and send him on his way, are you?”

“Old Yang, if you do that, it’ll hurt our friendship.”

Ignoring him completely, Old Yang moved his finger to Che Qianzi’s throat.

Then he lightly tapped there as well.

The unconscious Taoist instantly experienced another wave of agony.

It felt as if someone had grabbed his neck and torn it off by force.

The pain was so intense that he woke up immediately.

Staring at the shy-faced Old Yang before him, he opened his mouth and spewed white foam.

Old Yang paid no attention.

As his finger slowly moved toward Che Qianzi’s chest, he explained:

“Earlier, Director Wu shattered all the major bones in his body.”

“If he simply rested and recovered naturally, three to five years would probably be enough.”

“Other than frequent dizziness, occasional strokes, and losing control of his bladder and bowels, he’d be about the same as an average eighty-year-old man.”

“Since you’ve spoken on his behalf, Great Sage, I’ll go all out.”

“Your little friend is going to suffer a bit.”

“I’m going to break all his bones again and then use my methods to force them to heal rapidly.”

“Of course, that’ll only heal the bones.”

“The dizziness, strokes, and incontinence? Those are beyond me.”

At this point, Sun Fatty’s expression became somewhat unnatural.

He had assumed Wu Rendi merely wanted the young man bedridden for a year or so.

He never imagined Director Wu had struck so ruthlessly.

That wasn’t Director Wu’s usual style.

When had he become this merciless?

No…

Something wasn’t right.

This couldn’t have been his father-in-law’s intention.

With a half-smile, Sun Fatty said:

“Was that really Director Wu’s idea?”

“Or are you worried about making him unhappy if you heal the kid?”

“So you’re deliberately holding something back to leave yourself an excuse later?”

“I’m telling you, Old Yang, you don’t have to do that.”

“Just leave him alive.”

While Sun Fatty spoke, Old Yang’s finger had already reached Che Qianzi’s chest.

One light touch was all it would take to subject the young man to another pain worse than death.

In fact, he could easily manufacture an “accident” and kill the Taoist outright.

If anyone asked, he’d simply claim he had made a mistake.

There would be nothing Sun Fatty could do about it.

As for the Guangyuan Underworld Mirror?

Once Ouyang Pianzuo obtained it, Old Yang could simply use his own methods to “acquire” it afterward.

Hearing Sun Fatty expose his intentions, Old Yang hesitated.

At that very moment, his hand settled on Che Qianzi’s chest.

He was just deciding how much force to use.

Sun Fatty turned away.

Unable to bear watching Che Qianzi suffer any further, he faced the other direction.

A scream immediately erupted behind him.

Judging from the sound, the young Taoist had suffered terribly.

With a sigh, Sun Fatty turned around, intending to tell Old Yang to stop.

Then he froze.

The sight before him left him completely stunned.

Old Yang—the baby-faced white-haired man—was lying on the floor, covered in blood.

Meanwhile, Che Qianzi, who should have been completely unable to move, was standing upright.

Old Yang’s face was filled with shock.

Blood seeped from every pore on his body.

Several times he tried to stand.

Each attempt failed.

It felt as though every ounce of strength had been drained from him.

Che Qianzi stood there completely naked.

His eyes were vacant.

He stared at Old Yang while muttering something under his breath.

But Sun Fatty couldn’t understand a single word.

Old Yang had failed again?

And this young man had done it?

Impossible.

Even a hundred youths like Che Qianzi tied together wouldn’t be a match for Old Yang.

Even someone as clever as Sun Desheng couldn’t make sense of what was happening.

Could Director Wu have arrived?

Maybe he’d seen through Old Yang’s little scheme and punished him personally?

No…

That didn’t make sense either.

While Sun Fatty was still trying to figure it out, Che Qianzi turned and began walking toward him.

Step by step, he continued muttering those incomprehensible words.

“Little brother,” Sun Fatty said as he slowly edged toward the ward door, “I’m telling you, you heard everything just now.”

“We’re on the same side.”

“This was entirely Yang Xiao’s idea.”

“I swear—”

Before he could finish, Che Qianzi had already arrived beside him.

The young man’s lips moved close to Sun Fatty’s ear.

Only then did Sun finally understand what he was saying:

“Don’t bully him…”

“I am his… guardian spirit…”

“Whoever bullies him… dies…”

After uttering those words, Che Qianzi rolled his eyes back and collapsed unconscious once again.

Only then did Sun Desheng wipe the cold sweat from his forehead.

Staring at the unconscious Taoist, he muttered to himself: “Boss Gao…”

“What kind of monster did you raise?”