Divine Magic Doctor

"I heard you're Xue San's man. You have guts."    

"You beat up my nephew and even said something bad about me and my master. If I don't teach you a lesson today, you will be shaming my master." The middle-aged man clenched his fist and walked in front of Su Ming.    

They looked at each other.    

"Third Uncle, this kid has some skill, but it's definitely not worth mentioning in front of you." Long-faced Man saw that the opportunity had come, so he ran over to add extra fuel to the fire.    

"What did he say about me and my master just now?" The middle-aged man frowned.    

Long-faced Man glared at Su Ming, "Third Uncle, this brat spoke too harshly just now. He said that your master Ghost Seven is nothing. If he were to go to the underground boxing ring, Ghost Seven would only be beaten.    

"He also said that in the provincial capital, there is no opponent for you in every fight. You and Ghost Master are both weak chickens."    

When the middle-aged man heard this, his anger rose. Normally, he was a low-key person, but he really couldn't tolerate others saying that his master was bad.    

He had just heard from his nephew that a fighter who had smashed up the playground had not only beaten him, but was also yelling at him and his master.    

The middle-aged man flew into a rage. Although he wasn't an expert, he wasn't someone that anyone could step on.    

"You are Ghost Seven's disciple?" Su Ming was very surprised.    

It seemed like Pann Dahua was the only disciple of Ghost Seven, since when did he have another disciple?    

"You already know the answer, yet you still want to ask. Come, kid, let's spar. I want to see if you have the ability to do so." The middle-aged man took on a stance and was about to make his move.    

Su Ming raised his hand and made a gesture of "stop".    

"Call Ghost Seven, tell him that I'm Su Ming."    

Since he had this relationship, he didn't want to solve it himself.    

The middle-aged man was taken aback. "You think you're worthy of disturbing my master?!"    

"Don't blame me for not reminding you. You'll regret not calling." Su Ming was too lazy to explain anything to him.    

The middle-aged man's gaze turned cold. Without saying a word, he charged over.    

After years of practicing martial arts, his strength and speed were both astonishing.    

A punch was fast and fierce as it came straight at Su Ming's face.    

If it were anyone else, they would definitely be unable to dodge it.    

Su Ming didn't turn around and easily sidestepped him.    

The middle-aged man was secretly surprised. He stepped forward and threw a crafty back punch.    

Having already seen through the other party's intentions, Su Ming raised his hand and casually patted, neutralizing the middle-aged man's attack.    

After failing twice, the middle-aged man did not dare to look down on Su Ming anymore.    

He stopped his blind attacks and started to open up a distance with Su Ming, ready to find an opening.    

"I've already let you go twice. If you're still here, don't blame me for being rude." Su Ming wasn't in the mood to argue with the middle-aged man.    

The long-haired man didn't know why, but seeing that Third Uncle suddenly stopped, he started to shout anxiously.    

"Third Uncle, this kid is a paper tiger. Quickly beat him up!"    

The middle-aged man frowned, feeling extremely unhappy.    

Otherwise, there was no need for him to wade in this muddy water.    

"Brat, don't say that. Use it if you have the ability." The middle-aged man charged over to attack again.    

Su Ming didn't want to waste any more time, so he lifted his leg and kicked sideways.    

Before the middle-aged man could punch out, he was kicked away by Su Ming quickly and fiercely.    

Bang.    

A car siren sounded.    

The middle-aged man's nose and mouth bled as he slid down from the sunken car door.    

"Third, Third Uncle!"    

Everyone present was stunned, and their eyes were all wide open, unable to believe that this was real.    

The middle-aged man was a fighter from the underground boxing ring, and was Ghost Seven's disciple. Usually, seven to eight people would not be able to get close to him.    

How come today, in front of this young man, he was like a helpless elementary school student.    

The long-haired man ran over to help the middle-aged man up.    

"Third Uncle, you … are you alright?"    

The middle-aged man wiped the blood from his nose, "No, it's fine."    

Su Ming sent the two women to the car, then turned around to look at the middle-aged man, "Call your master and tell him that I'm Su Ming. Naturally, the matter is clear."    

Ye Zichen got into the car and drove off with the two girls.    

The middle-aged man clutched at his chest and coughed a few times.    

He did not expect to meet such an expert. His curiosity was piqued, he picked up his phone and called his master.    

The phone rang for more than ten seconds. Ghost Seven's voice came from the other end.    

"Ol 'Three, you're free to call me?"    

"Master, I want to ask you about someone. Do you know a person named Su Ming?"    

"Su Ming!" You met him, did you have a conflict with him? "    

"Master, you know him?"    

"That's my damn big brother. Tell me, did a conflict happen with him?"    

"Wow, there's been a little misunderstanding. H-he's already left."    

"Ol 'Three, you bastard, if you offend my big brother, I'll let you have a hard time."    

After hanging up, Ol 'Three's face turned pale.    

He didn't expect that the young man was his master's big brother. This caused a huge commotion.    

"Third Uncle, are you going to find Ghost Master to deal with that Su Ming?" The longhaired man came over while licking his face.    

Ol 'Three was still fuming. It was good that they didn't talk about it, but thinking about it filled him with anger.    

If it wasn't for this unlucky nephew of his, would he have offended Su Ming?    

"You bastard!" The third brother flew into a rage and slapped the longhaired man in the face.    

The longhaired man was beaten senseless. "Third Uncle, why did you hit me?!"    

"I'll f * cking beat you to death for your nonsense." Ol 'Three kicked over his unlucky nephew, punching and kicking him, causing the longhaired man to roll on the ground.    

Screams filled the parking lot.    

On the way back to the city, Ghost Seven called Su Ming and asked about the conflict between him and his disciple.    

Su Ming didn't think much of it, so he hung up after a short conversation.    

It was already close to evening when he returned to his residence. Su Ming took the initiative to cook for the two beauties.    

Aunt Mei and Lin Ziyi were very surprised when they found out that Su Ming had cooked.    

They never knew that Su Ming could cook, so they sat on the sofa and watched TV in anticipation.    

About an hour and a half later, Su Ming came out and told the two of them to eat.    

Aunt Mei and Lin Ziyi walked into the restaurant and looked at the tables full of food. They looked at Su Ming in shock.    

"You did all this?!" Aunt Mei took a bite out of her chopsticks.    

Aunt Mei was even more surprised when the delicacies entered her mouth.    

Su Ming was an all-powerful man. He was picky about the taste and appearance of the dish.    

If he had to make an evaluation, Su Ming's culinary skills were in no way inferior to the chef in the restaurant.    

Seven days after the end of the preliminary auditions, Lin Ziyi returned to River City.    

Only Su Ming and Aunt Mei were left in the mansion.    

During this period of time, Mi Wanying and Aunt Mei had made a few phone calls. After her illness had completely healed, her body had started to slowly recover.    

The people from Mi Family were very grateful to Su Ming and specially invited him to visit them in Beijing.    

Su Ming once again thought of sad things when Ye Zichen mentioned the capital.    

When the time was ripe, he would definitely go to the capital and retrieve what belonged to him.    

Su Ming suddenly remembered what Lin Wanrong said on the phone a while ago as he was washing his phone in boredom.    

He had recently been busy accompanying Lin Ziyi and had forgotten about what Lin Wanrong had said about the beauty salon.    

He picked up the phone and was about to call Third Young Master Zhou, but the other person happened to call first.    

"Third Young Master, I was just about to call you to tell you something."    

"Su Ming, something happened to me, hurry and come to the airport."    

"Alright!"    

Su Ming didn't ask too much.    

Judging from Third Young Master's tone, this matter was definitely not small.    

After driving to the airport, Su Ming made another call on the way. Third Young Master's phone had already been shut down.    

Feeling that something big was going to happen, Su Ming stepped on the throttle and drove the car up to 180.    

Half an hour later, at the provincial airport.    

Su Ming walked around the terminal three times but still couldn't find Third Young Master.    

He picked up the phone and tried to call Third Young Master again. This time, the call connected.    

"Where are you?"    

"International Terminal, 3rd floor VIP lounge."    

After hanging up, Su Ming hurried over.    

At this moment, Third Young Master was sitting in the lounge nervously.    

He did not expect his big brother to be so insidious, framing him behind his back, blaming him for the losses of his company and the private casino.    

The old lady was so angry that she almost kicked him out of the Zhou Family.    

However, it was hard to avoid a death sentence.    

The old lady wanted him to hand over all the businesses that he managed and banish him to the M Country. On the surface, it was to study in depth, but it was actually to let Third Young Master stay away from the Zhou Family.