The fat Wealthy Official burst into laughter, then suddenly fixed Long Aotian with a vicious glare.
"Mr. Long, a gentleman never goes back on his word!"
Long Aotian snorted. "Are you a gentleman?"
"Ahahahaha..."
Just then, the man froze and clutched his chest. "Huh? Huh?! I... I'm better?"
Everyone was stunned, unable to understand.
Even the fat Wealthy Official was dumbfounded.
Long Aotian said, "I noticed long ago that there was something hidden in that palm strike. I had already planted Overlord's Pull within his body. After healing his internal and external injuries, once the concealed injury flared up, Overlord's Pull would dissolve and clear out the sinister palm force, helping him expel the pooled blood."
Long Aotian said lightly, "It's good for his body."
The man got to his feet, not even bothering to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth. He walked forward and gave a deep bow. "Thank you, Mr. Long! Your medical skills are simply miraculous! I will remember your life-saving grace for the rest of my life!"
Long Aotian smiled faintly. "You're welcome."
At that moment, the fat Wealthy Official suddenly struck, slamming a palm onto the man's head.
Blood streamed over the man's face. His eyes widened as he slowly fell to the ground, dead.
The fat Wealthy Official laughed wildly. "In the end, didn't he still fail to escape death!? Ahahahaha!"
Long Aotian grabbed the fat Wealthy Official by the collar. "You fucking dared to toy with me!?"
The fat man lightly pushed Long Aotian's hand away with his chubby little hand. In an instant, after several rapid exchanges, he forced Long Aotian back.
Long Aotian drifted backward lightly and discovered that he had not suffered the slightest injury. He quickly stopped Zhao Ritian and Lu Chengwen, preventing them from rashly