At that moment, in a villa on the outskirts of Lufadan, the auctioneer bitten by the Flying Ants slowly regained consciousness.
The man's luck had been rotten. He had plenty of skills but had not had a chance to use them before a Flying Ant bit him and Da Xiang knocked him unconscious with a final palm strike.
Tang Changsheng had not struck to kill, so the man would have recovered naturally after a few hours. But Da Xiang's blow had given him a mild concussion.
Now he lay in bed, staring expectantly at the old Wizard who had just fed him a bowl of dark, bitter herbal medicine.
"Damn it! I've never taken a beating like this. I'm going to get revenge!" the auctioneer shouted.
"Don't get so worked up. Rest for now. Don't worry, I'll get revenge for you," the old Wizard said slowly.
At the sound of his voice, the auctioneer calmed down, as though he trusted the old Wizard completely. "Green Snake, you said it. I'm going to feed the bastard who ambushed me to your little pet!"
The Green Snake Wizard nodded again. "I promise. You mustn't get excited right now. Lie back down. I'm afraid your concussion will take ten days or two weeks to heal."
"Damn bastard!" the auctioneer muttered. He lay back obediently; he had no desire to suffer any lasting effects.
"Mr. Beavis, take a look. Is this the man..."
A man in a suit, who looked like a bodyguard, called out.
The auctioneer on the bed lifted his head with difficulty. Though his head was still spinning and buzzing, he recognized the man at a glance. "That's him! I'd know him even if he were burned to ash!"
The Green Snake Wizard walked over slowly. He wore ordinary clothes—a tailored,