My Co-renting Lady Boss
Chapter 273 - 0273: Bai Gets Beaten Up

Chapter 273: Chapter 0273: Bai Gets Beaten Up

"No problem, if there’s nothing else, I’m heading upstairs to sleep!"

Tang Ming yawned as he walked upstairs. After dispatching those two guys with nefarious intentions, he could finally cultivate in peace.

"What’s the deal with your Poison Sect’s poisons?"

After leaving the villa, Shen Yan asked Mei Dufeng with frustration, "Why does the Myriad Poison Pill work so well on dogs but has no effect on humans? And what’s with Tang Ming dying one moment and coming back to life the next, nearly giving me a heart attack?"

"It’s a long story, I can’t explain it all to you in a short time."

Mei Dufeng glanced at Shen Yan impatiently, reminding her, "Tang Ming has detoxifying spiritual medicines on him. Until we figure out what those medicines are, poisoning him is useless. Better think of another way to deal with him."

"Poisoning is useless?"

The corner of Shen Yan’s mouth twitched as she cursed to herself, "If poisoning is useless, you should have said so earlier! I spent quite a bit of money on your poisons!"

"Yes. And don’t mention Tang Ming’s situation to anyone else. If it affects our Poison Sect’s reputation, even if you are an assassin of the Poison Widow, I won’t be polite to you!"

Leaving those words behind, Mei Dufeng turned and walked away.

"Old bastard, it’s clearly your poison that’s ineffective, and you still have the nerve to threaten me."

Shen Yan cursed under her breath, pondering, "Since poisoning won’t work, I’ll have to come up with another plan. I’ll go ask Chen Cang if he knows any of Tang Ming’s weaknesses."

At the Poison Sect, when Long Duba saw Mei Dufeng, he was taken aback by his appearance.

Mei Dufeng, who usually had the demeanor of an immortal, was now bruised and battered with broken teeth, looking as miserable as one could be.

"Junior brother, what happened to you? Did you have a direct conflict with Tang Ming?"

Long Duba asked uncertainly.

"Sort of."

Mei Dufeng didn’t dare to admit that he had been beaten up after trying to steal something. Excitedly he said, "Following senior brother’s orders, I managed to snatch away everything Tang Ming wanted to eat after he was poisoned."

While talking, Mei Dufeng proudly presented the items he had snatched.

"What are these things?"

Long Duba looked at the items on the table with a weird expression.

A crumpled bottle of Pocari Sweat, a soggy, viscous gelatinous mass, and a hamburger that had been squished flat.

"These are what Tang Ming ate after being poisoned: water, ice cream, and hamburgers."

Mei Dufeng introduced solemnly, then lifted the squished hamburger and said seriously, "Especially this hamburger. Tang Ming was begging for his life while insisting on eating this. He fought me desperately when I seized it. I got beaten into this state because I was trying to protect the hamburger."

"I see, you’ve had a tough time, junior brother."

Realization dawned on Long Duba as he comforted him with concern, then asked, "So, is Tang Ming dead?"

"He died..."

Mei Dufeng responded without hesitation.

"Really dead?"

Long Duba’s eyes widened with excitement as he shouted, "That means he definitely didn’t manage to take a detoxification pill before dying from the poison, which means these items must contain the Detoxification Pill."

"Well, at first he died, but somehow he came back to life later. I thought he was resurrecting; it really scared me!"

Mei Dufeng added embarrassedly.

"Damn, so he’s not dead!"

Long Duba couldn’t help but swear.

"He’s not dead yet!"

Mei Dufeng nodded.

"Forget it, forget it, let’s get these items analyzed quickly to see if they contain any elements of the Detoxification Pill."

Long Duba waved his hand wordlessly.

"Alright, should we go let the master know first?"

Mei Dufeng asked as he picked up the items, trying to please.

"Let’s wait for the test results to come out. If it’s a false alarm, it would be hard to explain."

Long Duba was still prudent and didn’t rush to claim credit.

Mei Dufeng then took the items for testing. When the laboratory staff saw what he had brought, they looked at him as if he was an idiot.

Of course, the final test result turned up nothing, which left Mei Dufeng depressed for a long time. He had taken a beating for nothing and lost a Myriad Poison Pill to boot—how frustrating!

Chen Cang was sprawled on the massage table of a private room in a club, moaning and daydreaming about a pure young girl’s Thai massage.

Just as he was thoroughly enjoying himself, he suddenly felt the person behind him stop moving.

"Why did you stop? Do you want to get complained about? Put some effort into it, there’s a reward in it for you," Chen Cang grumbled from the bed.

"Right away, sir!"

A pleasing and melodious voice responded.

"Hey, that’s a nice voice you’ve got there, little miss. Just hearing your whisper makes me want to consider other services... Ow, ow, ow!"

Before Chen Cang could finish his sentence, he felt a sharp twist on his back and immediately let out a cry of pain.

"You dare hurt me, believe it or not I’ll have you..."

As Chen Cang abruptly jumped up cursing, stretching out his hand to point at the "massage girl," he stopped mid-sentence, his body going limp, almost kneeling down: "Granny, why is it you again?"

"What do you think you could possibly do to me?"

Shen Yan looked at Chen Cang with a playful expression.

"How dare I do anything to you!"

Chen Cang propped himself with his hands against the massage bed, casting a glance at the floor with the corner of his eye. There, he saw the massage worker who had been massaging him earlier lying on the ground, lifeless. A fear sprouted in his heart—could the person be dead?

"I doubt you have the ability to do anything anyway."

Shen Yan huffed coldly, pressing the massage table with her hand and speaking in a spooky tone, "I wouldn’t have guessed that you, the fatty, would know how to enjoy yourself so much. Feeling good?"

"Pretty good... Do you want me to call one for you? No, ten professional girls or guys to serve you, how about that?"

Chen Cang watched Shen Yan with an embarrassed look on his face.

"Hmph, I’m not interested in that. I came to you this time to ask you about something," Shen Yan said, sitting on the sofa next to the massage bed and crossing her legs. "Do you know if Tang Ming has any weaknesses?"

"Tang Ming’s weakness?"

Chen Cang tilted his head and thought for a while, then asked uncertainly, "Does being a glutton count?"

"I know that already. I mean, does he have any other weaknesses?"

Shen Yan frowned in impatience.

"Any other weaknesses, I really don’t know. Wait, isn’t he dead?"

Chen Cang’s face changed subtly, as he stared at Shen Yan with a mix of alarm and skepticism.

"Hey! I failed to kill Tang Ming again this time; otherwise, I wouldn’t be here asking you for information. You’ll have to keep helping me as an undercover informant," Shen Yan said regretfully, with her eyes closed.

"You can’t be serious? Tang Ming is already suspicious of me. If there’s a next time, he’ll definitely beat me to death," Chen Cang screamed exaggeratedly, mainly because he didn’t want to have any more dealings with this female assassin—it was too dangerous.