Because of Prince Charles’s sudden intervention, Jiang Fei’s interest in attending the fashion show to see beautiful celebrities had faded considerably. He decided that after accompanying National Goddess Gao Qinyuan and long-legged supermodel Li Wen to the event the next day, he’d consider that matter settled.
But what he never expected was that, thanks to that little incident, this nobody—a spectator that most people didn’t even know or care about—ended up attracting the vast majority of attention the very next day!
That attention included a whole slew of Chinese celebrities, a bunch of Hollywood film stars and models, and reporters from all sorts of media outlets!
The incident that had taken place in the hotel lobby the night before hadn’t been witnessed by any reporters at the time. But nothing in this world stays secret forever—especially not from paparazzi.
Not long after Prince Charles had politely invited Jiang Fei upstairs for a private discussion, the reporters waiting outside got wind of the huge news. They could hardly contain their excitement and immediately began rubbing their hands together in anticipation, swarming to dig up Jiang Fei’s background and history, desperate to find out just who this guy was that commanded such respect from a prince.
And so, much of what was already well-known about Jiang Fei back in China was quickly unearthed by the omnipotent reporters. They were all astounded—this young man was simply too impressive, too mysterious, too legendary!
The next day at the fashion show, every reporter was itching to interview Jiang Fei and squeeze some valuable information out of him. As a result, this nobody who had originally come as just a bystander was relentlessly hounded by eager journalists with their long lenses and microphones, completely stealing the spotlight from every big-name celebrity present!
In fact, the fashion show itself was somewhat overshadowed. Jiang Fei had truly become the center of attention, the subject of countless news reports.
This scene left quite a few famous “red-carpet walkers” back home—who had fought tooth and nail for a chance to come to London’s fashion stage to boost their visibility—seething with envy.
Every time there was an event like this, they’d rack their brains to get a ticket, squeeze their way in, enjoy a bit of “international treatment,” and then go back to China to brag about it—making it seem like they were already internationally connected, bona fide global stars. But in reality, they barely got any camera time on the red carpet. Most reporters didn’t even recognize them and couldn’t be bothered to waste film on them!
How they wished they could be like Jiang Fei, swarmed and chased after by countless foreign journalists!
If they’d actually known Jiang Fei, they probably would have rushed over right then and there to latch onto his arm and strike up a conversation.
Even so, they’d already decided that once they returned to China, they’d thoroughly research Jiang Fei and see if they could find a way to get acquainted with him. A man with such an extraordinary background—talented, wealthy, and handsome—was already worth knowing. And now he’d made such a huge splash on the international stage and earned such treatment from Prince Charles.
If they could stir up even a little gossip with Jiang Fei, it would do wonders for their fame!
Jiang Fei, however, paid little attention to what others were thinking.
After taking his leave from Prince Charles, he called back to China that very night to inform the Traditional Chinese Medicine Association about the matter. He told Cui Xiuping to quickly assemble a team of skilled TCM doctors to come to London.
For the lecture at the Royal College of Medicine, Jiang Fei would have to go in person anyway. He’d already given a public lecture at Beijing University, so this kind of presentation was no challenge for him—he could handle it with ease.
But the free consultation sessions Charles had mentioned—which were meant to raise TCM’s profile among ordinary Westerners—would require the entire delegation to work together. No matter how capable Jiang Fei was, he couldn’t do it all by himself.
Of course, he didn’t forget to call Old Divine Doctor Cui—”Ghost-Hand” Cui—to verify what exactly was going on.
Call it petty if you want—Jiang Fei didn’t care. He couldn’t just take Prince Charles at his word so easily. He needed confirmation from Old Divine Doctor Cui.
And the old man’s reply was affirmative. Back then, Charles had contracted a severe illness that Western doctors had been helpless to treat. As a last resort, they’d reached out to China, and Old Divine Doctor Cui himself had taken the case, using his legendary Ghost-Hand Thirteen Needles technique to cure the prince.
Hearing this from Old Divine Doctor Cui put Jiang Fei’s mind at ease. This matter was almost certainly genuine. The plan to expand Traditional Chinese Medicine into the British Empire could proceed smoothly.
If TCM could gain a foothold in Britain, that would be equivalent to breaking into the European market. The benefits for TCM’s future development would be enormous—almost too big to handle!
If they could take this step and succeed, then once Jiang Fei returned to China, passed on his medical knowledge, and trained a solid batch of TCM practitioners, he could finally retire from his position as president of the TCM Association.
After all, he’d long wanted to offload that heavy responsibility.
Moreover, he’d also asked Charles whether he could help open a Jiang’s Clinic in London, and the prince had happily agreed. That was great news for both TCM and Jiang Fei.
With a Jiang’s Clinic established there, promoting TCM would naturally become much easier. It would continuously expand its influence among Western patients, providing a steady stream of grassroots support for Traditional Chinese Medicine.
And for Jiang Fei’s own clinic, this was an absolutely fantastic development!
There was no doubt that Jiang’s Clinic was already strong in its own right, and Jiang’s Pharmaceutical Company’s herbal products were remarkably effective. With Prince Charles as their backer, opening doors for them left and right, establishing a foothold in London would be a breeze. It would probably be just like back home—they’d carve out a slice of the pharmaceutical market with little difficulty.
By then, Jiang Fei’s goal of building Jiang’s Pharmaceutical Company into a massive commercial juggernaut would have taken its first step overseas. Everything after that would be much smoother!
And Jiang Fei’s experience points would certainly skyrocket, propelling his character level rapidly upward. As his strength climbed toward the Innate Gangjin level, the day he’d be invincible under heaven would be within reach.
So after calling the TCM Association and Old Divine Doctor Cui, Jiang Fei quickly phoned Lin Moli and told her to start preparing immediately—it was time to establish an overseas branch of Jiang’s Pharmaceutical Company.
Lin Moli was just as surprised and amazed by the news. In the end, she decided to temporarily delegate the domestic affairs to her subordinates—she’d oversee them remotely—and come to London herself in person.
Because this move was far too important for Jiang’s Pharmaceutical Company.
If they missed this opportunity with Prince Charles, they’d never get another chance this good.
And back home, Bai Ruoxi was already starting to take on some responsibilities, which genuinely helped ease some of the pressure on Lin Moli.
“Jiang Fei, where are you headed next? Are you staying in Europe to travel some more, or heading back to China?” After the fashion show wrapped up, Gao Qinyuan asked as they were about to check out.
“I was planning to go back, actually. But something came up, so I’ll probably be staying in London for a while longer.”
“Is it because of what Prince Charles wanted to discuss with you last night—that’s why you’re staying?” Gao Qinyuan’s eyes widened with curiosity. Everyone was dying to know what exactly Prince Charles had come to see Jiang Fei about the night before.
Jiang Fei nodded. “Yeah. You know I’m the president of China’s TCM Association. This time, Prince Charles wants to promote Traditional Chinese Medicine in Britain. It’s a rare opportunity, so I need to stay and oversee things.”
This wasn’t exactly a secret. Even if he didn’t say anything now, once the TCM delegation arrived in Britain, they’d definitely notify the media for coverage, and the news would spread back home anyway. So Jiang Fei didn’t bother hiding it and spoke openly.
“I see.” Although Gao Qinyuan was still curious about why Prince Charles suddenly wanted to promote TCM and why he’d sought out Jiang Fei in particular, she knew where to draw the line. She understood that Jiang Fei wouldn’t tell her any more than that, so she didn’t press further.
“In that case, I guess we’ll have to part ways here. I’m flying back to China today. But Wenwen will be staying in London for more events—you two can hang out together,” Gao Qinyuan said with a playful smile.
Li Wen shot Gao Qinyuan a look but couldn’t be bothered to argue.
She simply fixed her sharp, striking eyes—accentuated by a hint of heroic spirit between her brows—on Jiang Fei and said, “I didn’t get a chance to properly thank you for what happened yesterday, but now I’m not sure how to express my gratitude. Treating you to a meal or something wouldn’t really convey how grateful I am… so I’ll just say this: if there’s ever anything you need from me, just let me know.”
Li Wen’s way of speaking matched her height—bold and straightforward, with a distinctly “tomboyish” flair.
Hearing this, Gao Qinyuan couldn’t help but snicker. The usually fresh, artsy type suddenly turned a little risqué and said, “What if Jiang Fei needs your long legs—can he just let you know about that too?”
Li Wen couldn’t take it anymore. She shot Gao Qinyuan an exasperated glare and fired back, “Gao Qinyuan, are you saying that just because you’ve got your boyfriend from Taiwan and you’re about to get married, you can start acting as shameless as Li Lu?”
Gao Qinyuan quickly raised her hands in defeat. “I’m sorry, Wenjie, please spare me. I’ve got enough on my mind right now—don’t bring that up.”
The two beautiful women bantered back and forth for half an hour at the café before going their separate ways. Gao Qinyuan headed to the airport to catch her flight, while Li Wen—the supermodel—went off to prepare for her next event.
As for Jiang Fei, he stayed put in the café. A man with long hair, dressed in a distinctly Chinese-style robe, walked over and sat down across from him. This outfit would have turned heads even back in China, let alone in a Western country.
Jiang Fei wasn’t particularly surprised to see him—because he recognized the man.
This was none other than Lion King, the founder of the Seven Kills Group, who had recently split off from Jiang Fei to take down the Indian Danjin-level master “Shiva” in the Middle East.
“Want something to drink?” Jiang Fei asked with a smile.
“I love tea and liquor, but this coffee stuff—I just can’t get used to it,” Lion King replied.
“Fair enough.” Jiang Fei let it go and got straight to the point. “So, Lion King, you’re in London—are there still remnants of the Nether organization that need cleaning up, and you had to come personally?”
Lion King didn’t waste time with pleasantries either and got down to business. “Strangely enough, after you and I took care of the three Danjin-level masters, the Nether organization’s leadership pretty much crumbled without a fight. We swept through them easily enough. But when it came to mopping up the remnants, things went a little too smoothly… suspiciously so.”
“Too smoothly? Isn’t that a good thing?” Jiang Fei asked, puzzled by the meaningful look in Lion King’s eyes.
“Smooth is good, of course. But according to our intelligence, not a single senior member of the Nether organization survived—they all died. That’s not exactly normal, is it?” Lion King narrowed his eyes. “The Seven Kills Group has taken down assassin organizations before. Even groups much weaker than Nether—ones that couldn’t even attract Danjin-level masters, let alone multiple SS-rank killers—their higher-ups were always good at covering their tracks. Even if we destroyed their foundations, wiping them all out was never easy. But this time, every single recorded member of the Nether organization was killed. What does that tell you?”
Hearing this, Jiang Fei lowered his head and began to think seriously.
After a long pause, he looked up. “You’re saying someone was pulling strings behind the scenes, deliberately making sure every last member of the Nether organization died, so they could cover something up?”
“Exactly!” A gleam of sharpness and killing intent flashed in Lion King’s eyes. Even this thorough annihilation of Nether hadn’t completely quelled his fury.
“The fact that this Nether organization could recruit three Danjin-level masters is already highly suspicious. On the surface, their supposed supreme leader would never have had that kind of pull. And now the cleanup went suspiciously smoothly. I suspect that the one pulling the strings behind all this is none other than the real mastermind—the hidden boss behind the Nether organization.”
“Do you have any evidence?” Jiang Fei asked.
“Not yet.”
“So you came to London to thoroughly investigate this matter,” Jiang Fei nodded.
After Lion King brought it up, even without evidence, Jiang Fei agreed that something seemed off and warranted a full investigation.
“That’s one of my goals. But there’s another one…” Lion King said.
“I want to pay a visit to the Vatican people. I can’t believe one of their ascetics was involved with assassins. They owe us an explanation, don’t you think?”
“Ahem…” Jiang Fei, who had remained perfectly calm up until that point, finally lost his composure at those words. He hurriedly swallowed his coffee.
He was the one who had killed that Vatican ascetic. As far as Jiang Fei was concerned, it was already good enough that the Vatican had swallowed their pride and stayed quiet.
And now Lion King wanted them to give him an explanation?
That… seemed a little too arrogant, didn’t it?
