The Greatest Village Doctor In The World

Chapter 1167: The Knife Handler

Yu Linglong nodded, "Alright, when we arrived last night it was already so late, I haven’t had the chance to see what this place is really like yet!"

Ling Feng quickly ordered breakfast, and after the three of them had finished eating, they went downstairs and walked along the streets of Ao Island.

This place is somewhat different from Harbor Island. Although the land here is even smaller, it’s a famous gambling center in Asia, so its economic environment is incredibly developed, with all sorts of shops lining the streets.

Being a tourist city, ninety percent of the shops on the streets cater to visitors.

From food and drink to entertainment, you can find almost anything you desire here.

Zheng Yitong completely set aside her work and acted as a tour guide, leading Ling Feng and the others through the streets. Everyone seemed to be having a great time.

As Ling Feng strolled through the streets, his mind was already working on the next step of his plan. Since he had decided not to join the championship, where could he go next to earn money?

Could Zhang He’s suggestion be serious—heading straight to Europe to drain The Holy See’s coffers?

While he was debating whether to give Pete a call for advice, suddenly a group of more than ten men dressed in black emerged from the crowd and rushed towards them.

Ling Feng’s senses immediately sharpened. He looked up, and his brows furrowed instantly!

The black-clad men were holding steel blades, each half a meter long, and their aggressive demeanor suggested they were coming for him!

He instinctively moved to shield Yu Linglong and Zheng Yitong, then shouted, "What do you want?"

"What do we want? Kid, we’re here to teach you a lesson!"

As soon as the words were spoken, the group of men raised their blades and charged forward!

The result was, of course, laughable. Before they even got close, their vision blurred, and all of them were swiftly taken down, sprawling on the ground.

The more unfortunate ones were knocked unconscious on the spot, while those who were luckier were no better off—lying on the ground, realizing their noses had been broken.

After dealing with this group, Ling Feng squatted down, visibly annoyed, and stared at the long-haired man who appeared to be the leader. "Who sent you?"

"It—it was Brother Dao!"

The man, leading more than a dozen subordinates to attack Ling Feng, had assumed the task would be a breeze. But before even landing a single hit, he and his gang were flattened. Only now did he realize he’d provoked someone he couldn’t possibly contend with.

"Brother Dao?"

Ling Feng paused for a moment, then turned to Zheng Yitong. "Is it that underling from last night?"

"Could be. This place isn’t big; it’s unlikely for two gang leaders both named Brother Dao to exist here," Zheng Yitong replied with a nod.

"I don’t think I’ve done anything to offend him!"

Ling Feng scratched his head, speaking with a tone of disbelief.

"They’re all hired muscle; whoever offers them money gets their help. This might not even be his idea!" Zheng Yitong explained.

Ling Feng responded with an "Oh" as realization dawned. He lowered his head and asked again, "Where is your Brother Dao? Take me to him!"

"I... I advise you not to go. Brother Dao works under the He Family; you can’t afford to cross them!" the man stammered from the ground.

"Who is the He Family?" Ling Feng asked.

"They’re the Gambling Kings of Ao Island. Many of the casino halls here are part of their empire—they’re basically the underground rulers of this place," Zheng Yitong explained.

Ling Feng immediately understood. He had definitely heard of the Gambling King before; the man was a living legend whose stories had often been the talk over dinner tables in recent years.

Thinking about all this, Ling Feng chuckled lightly. "It doesn’t matter who they are—reason always prevails. They think they can attack me, and I don’t even deserve an explanation as to who’s pulling the strings?"

With that, he grabbed the man off the ground with one hand, effortlessly lifting him into the air.

The man froze in terror—what kind of strength was this? He weighed nearly two hundred pounds, yet Ling Feng didn’t appear to strain himself at all!

Feeling dazed and helpless, the man could only hear Ling Feng’s calm voice. "Here’s your chance; take me to Brother Dao!"

"Y–Yes, I’ll take you!"

The man was shaking inside, thinking that refusing would likely earn him a fatal blow. Only someone truly unhinged would dare say no!

"That’s better!"

Ling Feng didn’t intend to keep carrying him. Seeing the man comply, he released his grip, letting him fall onto the ground.

Ling Feng then turned to Zheng Yitong and Yu Linglong. "I won’t be joining you for sightseeing; I’ve got some serious business to take care of!"

"Alright then."

"Be careful," Yu Linglong nodded, while Zheng Yitong hurriedly added a word of caution.

Ling Feng smiled and didn’t say anything more. Instead, he gave the man on the ground a kick on his rear. "Your nose is broken, not your legs. Get moving!"

"Ah...!"

The man didn’t dare complain. With his neck shrunk low, he quickly got up and began leading the way forward.

Moments later, the two arrived at the entrance of a pawnshop.

At the door, the man turned to Ling Feng cautiously, "Sir, B–Brother Dao is inside. Can—can you go in by yourself?"

"What’s the matter—are you scared?"

Ling Feng sneered, grabbed the man by the collar with a loud thud, and once again hoisted him into the air. "Scared or not, it’s irrelevant. I don’t trust you enough not to deceive me!"

Having said this, Ling Feng marched into the shop, shouting at the top of his voice, "Little Dao! Get out here now!"

The interior contained a tall counter, designed in the style of traditional pawnshops from ancient times. Using Divine Sense, Ling Feng quickly assessed the room. Nobody was present aside from last night’s underling, seated in a back room.

Upon hearing Ling Feng’s shout, Little Dao jolted in fright and instinctively sprang up to flee!

Ling Feng, seeing this, smirked coldly and immediately activated the Mind Soul Art.

Little Dao barely managed two steps before his body trembled violently, collapsing on the ground while clutching his head in agony.

When Ling Feng dragged the knife-wielding attacker toward the back room, Little Dao had finally stopped writhing in pain.

"Trying to run, huh? Not happening!"

Ling Feng laughed coldly, threw the attacker aside, and stepped forward to give Little Dao a swift kick. "Get up, you’re not dying—you can quit the act!"

"...."

Little Dao was utterly stunned, as was the knife-wielding man.

Neither had the faintest idea of what had just occurred, and their expressions toward Ling Feng brimmed with newfound apprehension.

Still, Little Dao had spent years navigating the streets, and he knew full well that remaining on the ground would only invite further punishment. He hastily stood up, saying, "Sir, are you looking for me?"

"If you’re smart, you’ll answer my questions honestly. Trying to play games? Then that splitting headache from earlier will just be a warm-up!" Ling Feng warned sharply.

"Y–Yes, I understand! Sir, ask away, I’ll tell you everything!"

Little Dao felt his heart skip a beat, nodding in panic.

Ling Feng nodded in return. "Who told you to send people to attack me?"

"It was Mr. Han!" Little Dao replied.

"Han Chang?"

Ling Feng froze for a moment before realization struck. "I should’ve guessed it was him!"

The guy had lost so much money to Ling Feng last night—no wonder he felt the sting.

Forget about losing a billion; even a hundred thousand was enough to send someone’s life spiraling. It would’ve been stranger if Han Chang didn’t seek revenge!

After piecing it together, Ling Feng chuckled with disdain. So that was the plan? Sending a few street thugs to deal with me? What an insult!

Turning to Little Dao, Ling Feng asked, "Where is that fatso now?"