Chapter Seventeen: Encountering Danger in Flight

  Zhang Jun's heart skipped a beat as he suddenly turned his head, only to see the middle-aged man who had just treated the old man's illness standing behind him, smiling at him.

  Zhang Jun was shocked and thought: "This is bad! This person can see that I'm helping people, I must not let him know my secret!"

  He quickly changed his mind, but his expression didn't change. He pretended to be puzzled and said: "This uncle, what are you talking about?"

  The middle-aged man chuckled and stretched out his right hand as fast as lightning, instantly grasping Zhang Jun's wrist.

  Zhang Jun felt a sudden tightness on his wrist, and then someone pinched his pulse. Half of his body immediately went numb and he couldn't move. He was shocked and his face changed color as he angrily asked, "What are you doing?"

  The middle-aged man ignored Zhang Jun's shouting and instead felt his pulse with a concentrated expression. About half a minute later, his face showed a look of shock, and he muttered: "There is actually such a pulse in the world, could it be the legendary immortal pulse?"

  It turned out that the middle-aged man was a Chinese medicine master, with incredible skills and extraordinary eyesight. He naturally saw through Zhang Jun's tricks on the old man's body and even cured his stubborn illness. Shocked, he secretly followed Zhang Jun to figure out what was going on.

  At this time, he felt that Zhang Jun's pulse was not ordinary, and it was somewhat similar to the "Xian Mai" recorded in ancient medical books.

  Throughout history, those who possessed the Xian pulse were all renowned figures. For example, Laozi, the founder of Taoism, Zhang Sanfeng, the founder of Taiji, and Lv Chunyang, who pursued the path of immortality.

  These people have refined their cultivation and have strong physical bodies, so their pulse is different from that of ordinary people. The mysterious place is like a fairy or Buddha, not comparable to the ordinary, therefore it is called the immortal pulse.

  Zhang Jun was pinned down, both shocked and angry, struggling several times but to no avail. However, at this moment, the middle-aged man loosened his grip, then stared intently at Zhang Jun and said: "Young brother, you have extraordinary talent, are a good material for learning medicine, if you are willing, you can learn from me the most brilliant medical skills in the world."

  Zhang Jun swung his arm, feeling the numbness on his body had disappeared. He rolled his eyes and said, "Who wants to learn medicine from you? I have something else to do, no time to chat with you!" After that, he turned around and walked away in a huff.

  The middle-aged man didn't get angry either. He just smiled and said behind him: "If you figure it out, you can find me anytime."

  "Damn it!" Zhang Jun cursed inwardly, to be honest, he was intimidated by this middle-aged man. The opponent not only could display such a magical finger technique but also see through his tricks at a glance, which made him feel very insecure.

  "It's better not to get close to this person, otherwise if he discovers my secret, it will be dangerous." He thought to himself, quickening his pace and swiftly leaving Happiness Park.

  As Zhang Junyue walked further and further away, gradually disappearing into the crowd, a thoughtful expression appeared on the middle-aged man's face. After a moment, he said in a low voice: "Zhang Wu, follow him and report his movements at all times."

  A black shadow emerged from behind a tree not far away, nodded slightly, and then moved in the direction where Zhang Jian disappeared like lightning. Under the street lamp, it seemed that a ghostly figure was flashing, and people suddenly disappeared, shocking and astonishing.

  Zhang Jun left the park and walked directly towards the hotel. As he walked, he occasionally looked back over his shoulder. Only after discovering that the middle-aged man was not following him did he let out a long sigh of relief.

  Not far ahead, there was a crossroads with a lot of traffic. At this moment, a man in black stood at the intersection, and after noticing Zhang Jun, he immediately picked up his phone and dialed a number.

  "Ah Hu, that little guy has appeared, you guys get ready."

  "I understand!"

  The man in black hung up the phone, lowered his head and quickly walked towards Zhang Jun's direction.

  At the same time, a white van on the opposite side of the intersection started up and sped towards Zhang Jun.

  "Ah!"

  A sudden screech of brakes, and the car stopped beside Zhang Jun. Three men in black quickly jumped out of the car, ready to grab someone.

  Upon hearing the screeching sound, Zhang Jun immediately turned around and saw three people rushing towards him. Their faces were ferocious, their movements swift, and in an instant they had charged to his front, striking out fiercely.

  His heart skipped a beat as he realized something was amiss, and he took off in a sprint. But at that moment, the black-clad man who had made the phone call also arrived on the scene, blocking his way and growling, "Make it quick, brothers!"

  Four people suddenly surrounded Zhang Jun in the center, one of whom swung his hand and grabbed towards his hair. This person was tall and strong, and with this grab, a fierce wind was generated, giving a very oppressive feeling, making Zhang Jun's breathing almost stop.

  Since he had the ability to see through, Zhang Jun's dynamic vision had been greatly enhanced, so the movements of these people were very slow in his eyes, and he could clearly see every detail.

  Just as he was about to be caught, Zhang Jun suddenly dodged to the side and kicked his foot towards the opponent's groin. He used a lot of force this time, and just heard a "puff" sound, that big man let out a miserable cry, covering his crotch with both hands and squatting down, his face full of painful expressions, his facial features distorted.

  But as soon as he made a move, the other three caught him off guard and surrounded him at once. One person grabbed his back, while the other two pressed down on his shoulders, locking his body in place.

  Zhang Jun's dynamic vision surpassed that of ordinary people, but he had no experience in fighting. After knocking down an opponent, he was controlled by the other party and could not counterattack.

  "Let me go! What kind of people are you?" Zhang Jun roared.

  The person who made the phone call clenched his fist and hit Zhang Jun's back of the head, saying in a cold voice: "You've offended someone, come with us quietly!"

  After finishing speaking, several people forcibly pushed Zhang Jun into the van, and then the car quickly started and left in a cloud of dust.

  In the distance, a man in his thirties wearing sportswear, with piercing eyes and a sharp appearance, picked up the phone and said calmly: "Boss, the kid I was following just got kidnapped by a group of unknown people."

  A clear voice came over the phone: "Zhang Wu, you must protect him well. This person is very important to me."

  "Boss, don't worry, I'll keep him safe and sound," Zhang Wudao said before hanging up the phone. He then rushed on foot in the direction of the car's movement.

  Donghai is a big city, and traffic can be very congested at times. At this moment, it's the peak hour of traffic flow, and waiting for just one red light takes more than five minutes. So, Zhang Wu from behind quickly catches up with the bread truck.

  Inside the van, Zhang Jun was pinned down by four people. The man who had been kicked in the groin stared at him with a vicious grin and said: "You little brat, when we get to our destination, I'll make you beg for life but not be able to live, and beg for death but not be able to die!"

  Zhang Jun's emotions had calmed down, and he furrowed his brow, saying: "I don't know you, why did you catch me?"

  That man slapped Zhang Jun's face, hitting his head with a "buzz" sound, and his mind was dazed for a moment. The corner of his mouth was also cracked, and a thread of blood flowed down.

  "Damn it! You little bastard, dare to offend our Young Master Xu. I can responsibly tell you that you will die a terrible death!" This man obviously remembered the hatred of that one kick and now wanted revenge on Zhang Jun.

  Zhang Jun's head was filled with rage, and it turned out to be Xu Bo! This son of a bitch must have been seeking revenge because he lost that bet. His thoughts were racing like lightning, thinking of how to escape the danger.

  Just then, a loud crash was heard, and the car window glass was shattered by someone's fist. A hand flashed in like lightning.