Urban Invincible Medical Divine

The Black Widow drank a sip of "Death in an Instant," and despite the strong liquor, it couldn't make her even frown, as if she had already grown accustomed to its strength.

"Did he say anything while he was drinking?"

Suddenly, the Black Widow turned to the bartender, a glimmer of something flashing in the depths of her eyes.

"He? Sister Qin, do you mean that young man who beat the God of Alcohol in drinking?" the bartender asked, puzzled.

The Black Widow nodded slightly.

The bartender was very surprised. Why was Sister Qin interested in that guy? Still, he said, "He mentioned that the drink was interesting and contained a sadness and helplessness, like the roses in this drink, which are beautiful, yet can only float in the 'blood' and slowly wither away. He also said that the person who created this drink must be heartbroken and he would like to meet them if he had the chance."

"Is that so? Heartbroken is right, but he must hate me now. If Ruguo knew I was the one who crafted this drink, he probably wouldn't even take a sip, let alone want to meet me."

The Black Widow poured the remaining "Death in an Instant" down her throat, her voice deep and then shifting, carrying a tone of helplessness and resentment, her beautiful face full of bitterness.

"Didn't you say that you weren't into revenge and planned to spend your life in that backward mountain village peacefully? Why did you, who once lacked ambition, come out of the mountains?"

Last night you appeared in my dreams, and today you suddenly stood before me. In dreams, I dared to embrace you, but in reality, I dare not show myself before you. You must utterly despise me, right?"

And the woman beside you, who is she? Have you forgotten me? Yet I constantly dream of you.

In my dreams, I am still the girl who only loves to wear purple clothes, and you are still that simple and goofy young man trying desperately to cheer me up. When I am angry and silent, you get scared and try everything to please me; when I laugh, you laugh too, laughing like a fool.

I said the cloud in the sky was beautiful, and the next day you cycled for three hours to the county town, and then another three hours back, bringing with you cotton candy shaped like that cloud, excitedly telling me, "Fairy Sister, doesn't this look like the cloud you liked?"

The Black Widow's eyes grew slightly moist, then she blinked, and the moisture was gone.

How much she wanted to throw herself into his arms, but she could not do so. She was no longer the untainted "Fairy Sister" but the unwilling, blood-stained "Black Widow"!!

On the bus, on the way home.

"What should I do, what should I do, Liu Wentian, now you've messed with the people from 'New Beauty,' they definitely won't let this go easily." Fan Xiaoyu was still very tense, her voice somewhat choked up, "It's all my fault, if I hadn't suggested going to the bar, none of this would have happened, it's all because of me."

Liu Wentian tried to console her, "Don't worry, it's alright, even if they really do come looking for me, I'm not afraid."

Fan Xiaoyu didn't believe his words at all. How could Liu Wentian alone possibly stand up to the strongest underground force in Shenming City?

The more Liu Wentian tried to comfort her, the worse she felt.

The two soon reached home, parked the car, and a ragged, stinking beggar approached them as they did. He hurried over when he saw them.

"Good folks, please pity this old man. I haven't eaten all day, please have mercy on me," the old man begged, holding up a chipped porcelain bowl to Liu Wentian.

Fan Xiaoyu's face showed sympathy, her eyes reddening as she saw the filthy old man, reminding her of her elderly parents back home. She immediately took out her wallet, pulling out a large bill.

Suddenly, Liu Wentian said, "Sister Yu, put your money away, there's no need to give money to this kind of person."

Fan Xiaoyu was stunned, then somewhat angry, "Liu Wentian, what are you talking about? What do you mean by 'this kind of person'? Just because he's a beggar, do you look down on him? It's fine if you don't pity him, but why attack him? He's old, and begging is probably his last resort. Without begging, he might not even survive!"

"He'll be better off dead, just die now and stop troubling the world." Liu Wentian said with some coldness.

"You, you... how could you say such a thing??"

Fan Xiaoyu looked at Liu Wentian in disbelief, with a face full of disappointment, "Just now in the bar, those people tried to bully me, and you stopped them and gave them a lesson. I was moved and thought you were a good person, but it turns out you are this kind of person! You don't even have basic compassion. No matter how capable you are, you won't gain others' respect. Move out tomorrow; don't live here anymore!"

After saying this, Fan Xiaoyu felt a suffocating depression and extreme discomfort. Liu Wentian's words had really disappointed her.

However, she failed to notice the beggar's face change when he heard Liu Wentian's words. It wasn't anger, but astonishment.

Liu Wentian was speechless, "Sister Yu, what are you thinking? How could I possibly lack compassion? If I were a bad person, why would I stand up for you and those two girls when I didn't even know you?" Discover more content at empire

Fan Xiaoyu thought about it, and she also couldn't believe that Liu Wentian was a person without compassion.

"Then why did you say that just now? Saying such things, you'll hurt this old man's feelings. Although he is a beggar, but..."

Liu Wentian interrupted her directly, "Because he doesn't need your 100 yuan. People like him are better off dead; they are just causing trouble in this world."Nôv(el)B\\jnn

"What do you mean?" Fan Xiaoyu frowned, still not quite understanding Liu Wentian's words, which were really harsh.

However, before Liu Wentian could reply, the pleading look on the old beggar's face had completely disappeared, replaced by curiosity. He asked doubtfully, "Young man, did you figure it out?"

Liu Wentian sneered, "Obviously, what beggar has steady footsteps, deep breaths like a trained fighter, and who, upon seeing 100 yuan, shows no trace of surprise? Moreover, you targeted me from the start, instead of Sister Yu. You were waiting for me to bow down and give you the money the moment I did, were you planning to slash my neck with the knife hidden under your bowl? Am I right?"

"Ah!!"

Fan Xiaoyu exclaimed in shock, "Liu Wentian, are you saying this... this person is not a beggar, but someone here to kill you??"

Liu Wentian already stood in front of Fan Xiaoyu, looked at the old beggar, and said with a smile, "He is here to kill me, but this caliber of assassin is not good enough to be a threat, how could he possibly kill me."

The beggar snorted coldly, "Young man, I must admit, you are quite vigilant, no wonder you managed to spot a sniper that day and saved Bai Ruguo. But don't be too confident. Do you think I would show up here without preparation? You might dodge a distant sniper, but what if I shoot directly at you at close range. Can you dodge it then?"

"You'd need the chance to fire first," Liu Wentian scoffed.

"You really are arrogant and confident. Maybe you are skilled, but, right now, there's a beautiful woman behind you. I'm sure you wouldn't want to see her get shot, would you?"

Liu Wentian frowned, "I told you, you won't get the chance to shoot. You are the sniper from that day, aren't you? Who sent you, who wants to kill Bai Ruguo, you must clarify everything tonight."

"You really are confident. Also, I am not the sniper from that day." The beggar said with a somewhat sinister smile.

Suddenly, a red dot appeared on Bai Ruguo's temple, and Liu Wentian's face changed drastically in an instant.

"I told you, I was prepared for this, you fool!"

The beggar laughed out loud, with a face full of smugness, "A sniper within 10 meters, can you dodge it? I of course think you can't, but being cautious by nature, I decided to start with this beauty first. If you don't care about her life, then move a muscle and try!"

Liu Wentian's face turned dark as if water was about to drip from it. Honestly, if the target were him, based on his current ability, although he couldn't dodge the bullet, dodging a vital spot was still possible, at least he still had a chance to struggle.