"As for the boss of the Zhang family's organization, His Highness the Savior, I don't think we should be involved, and we can't be involved, his way of inviting people is too tough, I don't think we can handle it at all."

Jiang Ming smiled and said, "How could this possibly save him? What's more, who knows if this disease is real or fake, let's just take a look at it for the time being."

The three of them didn't speak again, and they had already arrived in front of the mansion of the Zhang family.

This Zhang family organization seems to be very poor, the door in front of it has been stained with traces of time, and even the plaque on one side is a little unbearable, and it seems that it will fall at any time.

When Yuan He saw it, he couldn't help but complain: "I thought that this Zhang family organization was so powerful, and called so many people to come to us, but it turned out that it was so poor that it almost looked like there was nothing."

"It's time to decorate this house, what has become of this plaque."

As if they hadn't heard it, the people from the Zhang family organization on the side politely beckoned to Jiang Ming and the others, "Your Highness the Savior, two adults, come in quickly, I can't let you stay outside."

"There are many dangers around here, and if you are in danger, we can't afford to take responsibility."

Hearing this, Sikong Wu Yuan looked around and found that the surroundings were smoky, sparsely populated, and very remote.

He couldn't help but grin.

Not to mention the decoration, even the location of this mansion is not very good.

However, it is so remote, it is estimated that the boss of the Zhang family organization can also recuperate quietly.

Thinking so, they had already entered the mansion, but as it was outside, although the rooms and courtyard were large, it was desolate and dilapidated.

Sikong Wu Yuan seriously suspected that they had arrived at an abandoned mansion, and couldn't help but turn his head to look at the humanity of the Zhang family organization: "Is this really the mansion of the Zhang family organization? It's still a separate residence where your boss came to recuperate, and it's a little dilapidated here."

Yuan He He didn't have a good impression of these people at all, and deliberately sneered, "I thought your organization was so powerful, but it turned out to be nothing more than that, what? How poor is this to be so poor?"

"This lord, no matter what, you should have some respect for the Zhang family organization, it's not us who say such shameful things, but you."

Yuan He He had already said so, but those people were still very calm, without the slightest anger at all, and they were still smiling on their lips.

Sikong Wu Yuan began to suspect that these people were not real people, but fakes.

If this was him, he would have been on fire a long time ago, no matter how good-tempered he was, Yuan He He had already said so, and he was a little too good-tempered.

Jiang Ming was puzzled by this.

Even if he could treat the boss of the Zhang family organization, these people shouldn't be so quiet, do these people really want him to treat the boss of the Zhang family?

Just then, they heard a cough.

The cough was so long and long that they felt uncomfortable listening to it.

Immediately afterwards, they saw a group of people suddenly coming in front of them, and this group of people was carrying a stretcher, and on this stretcher was a man lying on the cover.

The person on the stretcher approached Jiang Ming and the others, and the coughing sound was made by the person on the stretcher.

It's just that the other party is covered with a white cloth, and he can't see the other party's face at all, and he can only see that he is probably a thin person according to the outline.

And those people from the Zhang family organization knelt down one after another, their eyes were full of respect, and they shouted: "Dear Zhang family master, thank you for coming, I really worry you, we have invited His Royal Highness the Savior, let him heal you immediately."

As they spoke, they all looked at Jiang Ming.

Jiang Ming was stunned and said, "Are you covered with a white cloth like this? Doesn't that make him breathless? Do you want me to save him, or do you want me to kill him?"

Sikong Wu Yuan felt strange, and hurriedly stopped Jiang Ming and said, "Your Highness the Savior, don't treat it now, listen to what they have to say first, this white cloth is covered, who knows if it is a real person or a dead person, they may want to blame you."

"Ahem

Ahem......"

As soon as he finished speaking, the man on the stretcher began to cough violently.

Motoga He seriously suspected that the people inside were already dying, and he was even more sure that these people wanted to blame them.

And the people from the Zhang family organization are still urging.

"Your Highness the Savior, if you don't treat our boss again, our boss will definitely die, and you can tell from this cough that our boss is not dead yet."

"Don't think we're going to do anything bad to you, it's impossible."

Just as they were speaking, the cloth suddenly floated away on its own, revealing the people below.

The man slowly opened his eyes and looked directly at Jiang Ming, a terrifying smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Your Highness the Savior, I finally see you, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Hearing this, Jiang Ming was a little stunned, and then said with some vigilance, "What do you want to do?"

Judging from these words, the other party should have seen him earlier, but he didn't know about the other party's existence.

Now it seems that the other party is afraid that he has another purpose, not just to cure the disease.

The boss of the Zhang family organization just smiled and said, "What can I think, I just hope you can help me take a look at the stubborn disease on my body."

"I'm dying now, I feel like I'm going to die, I just hope you can help me live."

As he spoke, his eyes were full of a strong desire to survive, and he also looked at Jiang Ming with the same expectation.

Jiang Ming narrowed his eyes and said his previous confusion.

"Why is that person me? I remember never seeing you, so where the hell did you meet me?"

The boss of the Zhang family organization was about to speak, but he felt a stinging pain in his throat, he narrowed his eyes, and then spit out a mouthful of blood.

He tried to speak, but found that his voice was so hoarse that he couldn't speak at all.

He couldn't help but smile bitterly, but he had no choice but to gesture with his hand to make the other party understand his current situation.

Jiang Ming couldn't help but be a little stunned.

He thought that the other party's condition was not so serious, but he didn't expect that he couldn't even speak now.

Sikong Wu Yuan watched from the side, but felt that the other party was a little pitiful.

He whispered to Jiang Ming on the side, "Your Highness the Savior, should we save this boss? I don't think he has any bad intentions."

Yuan He shook his head strongly and said, "This should not be saved, if we are soft-hearted, it will be us who will suffer at that time."

Sikong Wu Yuan was silent.

Yuan He He is right, now they still have to find a chance to see each other's thoughts, and also determine whether the other party is really sick.

"Boss, how are you?"

The rest of the people became nervous and stepped forward to check on the boss of the Zhang family's organization.

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