The Almighty Martial Arts System - Chapter 199

Jincheng Shuangliu Airport

A plane lands, another takes off—the relentless roar of engines spreads noise in all directions around the airport.

Recently, something major seems to have happened in Jincheng. Not just the airport, but even highway checkpoints are under strict scrutiny. The public security system has issued a highest-level arrest warrant for a thin, gaunt-faced old man with sparse, long hair.

The charges haven’t been disclosed, but rumors among insiders suggest this man is far more dangerous than a mere murderer. His crime? Treason.

Lately, Jincheng has been under tight security, with rigorous checks on all fronts.

However, the plane taking off this time isn’t a commercial airliner but a private jet with an unusual background. Its sheer size dwarfs typical multimillion-dollar private jets, and its flight path and landing clearance were arranged through official channels. Even inspectors didn’t dare scrutinize it too closely.

Inside the luxurious cabin, there are only three VIP passengers: Jing Ran, Mango, and the playboy Hua Handong.

“Handong, you’re living the dream with this private jet. Puts us car enthusiasts to shame,” said Jing Ran, a strikingly handsome young man with a ponytail, as he admired the plane.

Hua Handong smiled faintly. “Don’t sell yourself short, Jing Ran. The cars in your collection are worth more than this jet. Getting your hands on those limited-edition supercars is way harder than acquiring this plane.”

Jing Ran chuckled and said nothing more.

It was true. Private jets were no longer a rarity in China—even some A-list celebrities owned them. For the truly wealthy, buying a plane was as easy as snapping their fingers. But Jing Ran’s garage held several ultra-rare supercars, some of which were limited to just three units in the entire country. Even in elite supercar clubs, his collection stood unmatched.

Mango, in high spirits, sipped her wine while gazing out the window at the clouds below. The towering buildings on the ground looked no bigger than fists, filling her with exhilaration.

Her relationship with Jing Ran had progressed rapidly lately. Now, he’d even invited her to Beijing together. She was determined to make this trip the moment they officially became a couple.

Hua Handong glanced at Mango and added, “Besides, owning a private jet isn’t all that impressive these days. Without Mango’s help, this plane would’ve been grounded like a heap of scrap metal.”

“Oh, it was nothing,” Mango replied cheerfully.

Over the past few days, she’d grown familiar with Hua Handong, the so-called “playboy.” His smooth talk always left her delighted, and despite their short acquaintance, they’d already hit it off.

Then, frowning slightly, she said, “But something strange is going on lately. Even Yuanyuan’s been acting secretive—she wouldn’t even tell me what’s happening. Getting this plane cleared for takeoff took a lot of begging and promises. She even had every crew member thoroughly vetted before agreeing.”

Jing Ran swirled his wine glass, also frowning. “I think it’s something big involving the Ye family—maybe related to Old General Ye. But I don’t know the details.”

Hua Handong lowered his head to drink, his eyes hiding unreadable thoughts.

The flight from Jincheng to Beijing landed without incident. After the trio left by car, two additional passengers—neither part of the crew—disembarked unnoticed.

One was a brawny, simple-looking man named Tian Fei; the other, a short, middle-aged man in a sleek suit with thick black hair.

A car picked them up. Once inside, the shorter man couldn’t stand it any longer—he tore off his suit, revealing shabby old clothes underneath, then yanked off his wig to expose thin, graying locks. After wiping his face clean of makeup, his true appearance emerged: an elderly man with a sinister air.

The Poison King—Old Man Wu.

“What’s so important that it’s worth dragging me all the way to Beijing?” he grumbled.

Tian Fei grinned. “You look much more like yourself now.” Then, turning serious, he said, “I don’t know the full picture, but I do know you’ve got a grudge against certain old-timers in the Chinese Medical Association. This is your chance to strike back—hard enough to leave them half-dead.”

Old Man Wu’s eyes gleamed. “Finally taking action against them? How?”

Tian Fei shrugged. “No idea. But since we’re here, it won’t be long. Just focus on perfecting your poisons.”

The old man smirked, revealing jagged teeth. “It’s been years since I last crossed paths with them. Let’s see if they can still counter my toxins!”

Jiang Fei and Lin Moli’s Apartment

After lunch, Jiang Fei shared his vision for Jiang’s Clinic’s future—modeled after the Cui family’s traditional medicine legacy.

Lin Moli, ever the sharp businesswoman, grasped his ideas instantly, even refining some of his rough edges.

“Transforming our clinic into a full-fledged TCM company isn’t the hard part. With the Medical Association owing you favors, getting approvals will be easy,” she mused. “But we’ve got two major hurdles: First, we need potent herbal formulas. Are you confident in creating them?”

Jiang Fei grinned. “Leave that to me. I’ll produce formulas that outperform even the best from Jishi Tang or Tongren Tang.”

Reassured, Lin Moli nodded. “With formulas settled, production’s no issue. That leaves marketing and brand recognition—my department.”

Jiang Fei smiled, grateful for her partnership. With her handling business, he could focus on his strengths.

Lin Moli sighed playfully. “I was going to ask you to buy me a nice car, but with startup costs looming, I’ll settle for something modest.”

Jiang Fei winced. She’d heard about the Volvo XC60 he’d bought Bai Ruoxi in Beijing. Though she claimed no jealousy, a hint of rivalry lingered.

“Let’s go car shopping today,” he offered. “Money’s no object—we’ll earn it back in no time.”

She rolled her eyes. “Save it for the company. Not all of us have a Ye Yuanyuan handing out two-million-yuan jobs.”

Still, Jiang Fei’s mind raced. Launching the company required serious capital. His system’s inventory—over 4,000 gold coins—could be exchanged for miraculous medicines. Sold to the right buyers, these “elixirs” could generate fortunes overnight.

Now, he just needed to find those buyers.