The mourning hall was filled with the cacophony of monks chanting sutras.
Su Fei'ang and Su Jianxiong walked out, standing in the courtyard, smoking cigarettes and looking smug.
Su Jianxiong said, "What kind of dogshit Jiang family patriarch? In Misty Capital, it's useless. I'll get rid of Jiang Mengxin first, a chicken killed to scare the monkeys, a good show for those who have pledged allegiance to Su Wanran."
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw several people approaching.
Su Jianxiong looked up and gasped, it was Jiang Mengxin, Su Wanran, and Lu Ming!
The other two were fine, but Jiang Mengxin was the most important.
She shouldn't be here.
No matter how fast Su Wanran acted, she couldn't have rescued Jiang Mengxin so quickly. What were those subordinates he arranged doing?
They couldn't even handle such a small matter properly.
"You... how can you be..." Su Jianxiong looked at Jiang Mengxin, not knowing what to say.
Jiang Mengxin said coldly, "How can I be here? I should have been devoured by the wolves you raised, right?"
Su Jianxiong snorted.
He threw away the half-smoked cigarette in his hand and said dismissively, "You can escape the first day, but not the fifteenth. This time someone saved you, but next time it might not be the case. President Jiang, if you don't want to have an accident, if you want to live your life in peace, I advise you to abandon the darkness and turn to the light sooner. Otherwise, I can't guarantee what kind of trouble you'll encounter in Misty Capital."
These words were quite ruthless.
To dare to threaten and intimidate Jiang Mengxin so openly in front of so many people was not something an ordinary person could do.
Jiang Mengxin's face darkened, and she was contemplating how to retaliate.
Then, Lu Ming quietly walked up to Su Jianxiong and said in a low, powerful voice, "You won't have another chance."
Su Jianxiong glanced at him and smiled.
He recognized him.
A live-in son-in-law who watched graves. To be honest, Su Jianxiong didn't take Lu Ming seriously at all.
Su Jianxiong poked Lu Ming's shoulder with his finger and provocatively said, "What, you're not happy? What can you do even if you're not happy? Let me tell you, I'm going to have your woman!"
Those who dared to speak to Lu Ming like this usually didn't have a good end.
As expected.
Lu Ming looked at Su Jianxiong quietly and asked, "Shouldn't you be crying?"
What the hell?
Su Jianxiong didn't react for a moment.
Lu Ming continued, "Today is the day of mourning for Old Master Su. Old Master Su was your father. As his son, shouldn't you be filled with grief and sorrow and cry bitterly on such an occasion?"
Huh?
Su Jianxiong looked at Lu Ming in a daze.
He didn't understand what he meant.
Lu Ming, without a sound, reached out a hand. It seemed slow, but Su Jianxiong couldn't dodge it and was poked a few times by Lu Ming.
These few pokes cost Su Jianxiong his life!
For some reason, Su Jianxiong suddenly felt pain all over his body, and his eyes were extremely watery. Tears instantly filled his sockets.
Then, he burst into tears with a 'wow' and cried more and more sadly, unable to stop.
Everyone was stunned.
Even Su Fei'ang and Su Wanran were startled.
It was known that Su Jianxiong had always been at odds with Old Master Su, and Old Master Su had wanted to expel Su Jianxiong from the family several times. Now that Old Master Su was dead, everyone else was sad and crying, but Su Jianxiong hadn't shed a single tear.
But now...
Seeing Su Jianxiong crying so uncontrollably, it didn't look like he was acting.
Could it be that Su Jianxiong remembered the deep father-son bond and couldn't help but weep bitterly?
It didn't seem like it.
He wasn't that kind of person.
Lu Ming didn't say a word and quietly retreated to Jiang Mengxin's side.
Everyone stared at each other, watching Su Jianxiong cry so sadly. Towards the end, he even rolled on the ground, clutching his chest and wailing, even spasming.
If he continued to cry like this, he might cry himself to death.
Su Fei'ang was startled.
He quickly said, "Third Uncle, I know you're sad and upset, but it's enough to cry once. There's no need to cry like this. You're already cramping from crying, calm down. If you keep crying, I'm afraid you'll cry yourself to death."
Su Jianxiong knew it too, of course!
The problem was, he couldn't stop!
He didn't know why, but he was in excruciating pain all over his body, and he kept crying and crying, unable to stop.
It was as if he had contracted a disease of crying.
Little did he know that Lu Ming, as a divine physician of China, had activated Su Jianxiong's 'crying switch' with just those two touches, making him unable to stop crying once he started.
This was the consequence of offending Lu Ming.
You still want to harm Jiang Mengxin? Heh, let's see if you can survive today.
Clearly, Lu Ming didn't intend to let Su Jianxiong live on. He wanted Su Jianxiong to cry himself to death.
While everyone was confused, a woman appeared.
Su Jianxiong's wife, Su Wanran's third aunt—Han Yun!
Someone had informed Han Yun about Su Jianxiong's uncontrollable crying earlier. She drove over as soon as she got the news and strode into the courtyard, arriving by Su Jianxiong's side.
The people around them parted, and everyone looked at Han Yun with respect.
In the Su family, Han Yun's status was not simple.
The reason Su Jianxiong had repeatedly courted disaster and survived, and the reason Old Master Su had repeatedly changed his mind and not expelled him from the family, was thanks to his wife, Han Yun!
This was because Han Yun was not only capable but also the younger sister of the 'Misty Capital Sleeping Dragon'!
And the Misty Capital Sleeping Dragon was a direct disciple of the Dragon Warlord!
At this moment, Han Yun arrived, and everyone retreated, showing respect.
Han Yun came to Su Jianxiong's side and crouched down to examine him. Su Fei'ang said, "Third Aunt, I don't know what's wrong with Third Uncle. He's been crying non-stop, and he's still crying even though he's cramping."
Han Yun did not reply, she examined him carefully.
After a few seconds.
Her eyes narrowed, and she said, "Such a ruthless technique. Your Third Uncle has been acupunctured."
Acupunctured?
Su Fei'ang was greatly shocked, "No way? Who could have such a skill?"
Han Yun took out a small box from her pocket and opened it, revealing a box full of silver needles.
She took out one and publicly administered acupuncture to Su Jianxiong.
Others were merely amazed at how advanced and ingenious Han Yun's needling technique was, but Lu Ming was shocked because the needle technique Han Yun used was not a traditional one, but one that Lu Ming himself had created!
Logically speaking, only Lu Ming knew this set of needle techniques, and no one else did.
Where did Han Yun learn it from?
In a moment, Han Yun finished administering the acupuncture and helped Su Jianxiong relieve the crying acupoint, gradually returning him to normal.
Su Fei'ang gave her a thumbs-up, "Third Aunt, your acupuncture technique is truly superb."
Han Yun said proudly, "Of course. Do you know what needle technique this is? This is the You Si Qian Die Zhen, uniquely created by the Dragon Warlord. A minor ailment like this is easily handled?"
It was true!
Lu Ming was shocked and became even more curious about Han Yun's identity.