Out of fear of death, Invest Everything into Health-Chapter 215 - 125: False Accusation for Profit

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Fan Wubing held his forehead, realizing he had never paid much attention to the various rumors about him in the Eternal Immortal Sect.

He said helplessly, "First, that night I was helping Junior Brother Yinian with his health. Secondly, I don't accept Qingyao because she's still just a child."

"And what about Senior Sister Gu Lan? Senior Sister Gu Lan is good-looking, has a great figure, and is very gentle. She often helps you too. What do you say about her?"

Fu Manman didn't actually expect an answer about Senior Sister Gu Lan, she just asked casually.

Then, to her surprise, Fan Wubing suddenly paused and after a moment of drifting eyes, he said, "Senior Sister Gu is a good person."

Fu Manman stared blankly at him, "You..."

"Alright, don't overthink it." Fan Wubing quickly walked forward.

Fu Manman sighed behind him, thinking, does he really like someone like Senior Sister Gu Lan?

Fan Wubing's mind wandered to that night with Gu Lan.

That incident haunted him, leaving his emotions unsettled.

Lost in thought for a moment, he suddenly bumped into someone.

Fan Wubing stood firm, while the person he collided with flew quite a distance, landing heavily on the ground, immediately looking feeble and covered in blood.

It was an old man.

He lay on the ground, groaning in pain, "Oh dear~ oh dear~ my back..."

As soon as he cried out, three men rushed out from a nearby alley, hurrying to help him up, "Dad, Dad, what's wrong with you?"

The old man lying on the ground groaned, "Don't move, it's broken, it's broken."

A burly man with a mostly shaved head, leaving only a high ponytail, walked briskly towards Fan Wubing with a menacing face, "Kid, how do you walk? The person's right in front of you, and you just bump into him?!"

Fan Wubing looked at the old man, then at the men, and understood clearly—it was a professional scam team.

Tsk...

He wasn't surprised, in such a port city, there really would be such gangs.

Faking accidents, pimping, forced buying and selling, scams, and deceptions, it was all very normal.

Fan Wubing asked casually, "How much?"

So straightforward, it caught the burly man off guard, and after a moment's hesitation, he immediately said, "Two hundred middle-grade spirit stones, oh no, five hundred!"

Fan Wubing laughed and said, "Better check the injuries first. Without checking the injuries, how do you know if five hundred middle-grade spirit stones are enough? Lives are at stake, it might even require a high-grade spirit stone, or perhaps two!"

The burly man's fingers twitched, thinking he had come across a carefree spendthrift!

The mottled muscles on his face twitched, "You're right. Let's go, get to the medical center to check on the injuries."

Fu Manman caught up at this time, looked around, and asked, "What's going on?"

The burly man, towering like a small mountain above her, said, "Hoho, there's an accomplice."

Fan Wubing pulled Fu Manman into his arms and said, "This is my sister. The two of us sneaked out from home to open our eyes on the Changsheng Continent. Really sorry, it's my fault for not watching the road and hurting that old gentleman. Don't worry, we'll definitely compensate!"

The burly man laughed heartily, "Young brother, you're a straightforward one. I can tell you're going to accomplish great things."

Fan Wubing eagerly said, "Still, let's quickly get treatment for that gentleman."

"Alright, number three, lead the way!"

"Got it, big brother!"

The burly man squinted and said, "You two, please, go ahead."

Fan Wubing smiled, "Rest assured, we won't run away."

The man referred to as number three guided Fan Wubing and Fu Manman ahead, taking a few steps into a narrow alley.

Although Fu Manman was cooperating well, she still didn't quite understand what was happening and quietly asked, "What exactly is going on?"

Fan Wubing squinted his eyes, "We ran into something interesting, don't worry, just play your part as my sister."

"Alright, elder brother."

Fan Wubing smiled.

Behind them.

Two people supported the old man who kept groaning.

The burly man whispered, "A couple of young fools, probably got lots of cash on them. We gotta properly fleece them. When the time comes, have Daoist Sun make the injuries sound as serious as possible."

"Big brother. That chick looks so tender, and she smells so good. Much better than those lousy broads in the brothel." The man next to him stared at Fu Manman's rear, swallowing non-stop.

The burly man squinted, "Hehe, truly young and hasty in Jianghu's peril. They're flaunting their wealth, and even brought a lovely sister. Tsk tsk…" his eyes rolled around, "Number two, today we brothers are sure to have a great time."

Upon hearing their words, the old man stopped groaning, his face aggrieved, "Don't... don't do that. Let them go, just... just take the money, okay? They're still young…"

The burly man glared and said in a harsh voice, "Old geezer, who gave you permission to speak?!"

The old man's tone was mournful, "Just take the money, I say, just take the money… Don't hurt that little girl…"

The burly man suddenly squeezed his shoulder, the scapula creaking, "Old geezer, if you have so much concern for someone else's daughter, why not worry more about your own granddaughter? If she weren't as ugly as a monster… humph! If you don't cooperate, I'll get that fool on the street to have a go at your granddaughter. That fool doesn't care about beauty, nor does he pity the beautiful."

Number two chuckled, "I saw that fool doing a dog last time."

"Old geezer, you don't want your granddaughter turning into a dog, do you?"

The old man trembled incessantly, lowering his head with a mournful heart.

The deeper into the alley they went, the fewer people there were, the darker the road became, and the buzz of the night market grew more distant.

Three men along with an old man, surrounding a youth and a maiden, merging into the deep alley like stepping into the jaws of a vicious beast.

The heavy atmosphere, like ink spilled in the alley, was thick and gloomy.

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