The man with a black mole on his face was a capable assistant to a hidden figure. "Mr. Gu Teng, this is not what we agreed upon," he said, clearly showing his displeasure.
The man known as Mr. Gu Teng looked at him, smiling gently. "Mr. Ma, rest assured. We Japanese keep our word. The agenda for this afternoon has been postponed to tomorrow. Tomorrow, we will certainly make things difficult for those six people."
Mr. Ma looked at Mr. Gu Teng. "I am relieved to hear that, Mr. Gu Teng. My master is very eager to hear good news. As long as we can suppress these six people, our cooperation will be a success."
"However," Mr. Gu Teng studied Mr. Ma for a long moment. "Mr. Ma, I find it strange. You are also Chinese, yet you wish ill upon China."
Mr. Ma glanced coldly at Mr. Gu Teng. "Mr. Gu Teng, there are some things you do not need to know. Just remember that we are merely partners. Knowing too much will not benefit you."
Mr. Gu Teng’s eyes, sharp as a snake’s, fixed on Mr. Ma for a long time. He knew he could not touch this man, for there were powerful figures behind him—figures he could not afford to offend. After a moment of silence, he chuckled. "You are right, Mr. Ma. It was my mistake. Rest assured, tomorrow will not disappoint you." Knowing when to yield was his strength, so he expressed his intent clearly and decisively.
"I hope so." Mr. Ma glanced once more at the situation in the square, seemingly losing interest. After exchanging a few more casual words, he took his leave. Mr. Gu Teng, however, remained for a long time, seemingly calculating something.
For the International Medical Exchange Association, the day had been quite fruitful. At least, the Chinese side had seen hope for the rise of Traditional Chinese Medicine. News of the situation had already been sent to the capital.
In the capital, inside the Big Boss’s practice chamber, Old Master Yao and Old Master Chun were present.
The Big Boss said, "Your little disciple is indeed bold." He then smiled. "But this method is the best, though it suits only your little disciple. Others could never replicate such a style."
Old Master Chun spoke directly. "It is wonderful. I think it is great too. My Ani was right. We must never allow anyone to step on Traditional Chinese Medicine to rise."
Old Master Yao nodded beside him. "I told them when they left: fight back when necessary. Endure no more when endurance is impossible. Besides, in such a setting, holding back only invites contempt."
The Big Boss sighed helplessly. "You two… I don’t know what to say." He then lowered his voice slightly. "Have you truly decided? To take such a risk?"
Old Master Yao laughed heartily. "If it were not for this plan, why would I send out all six disciples? Do you really think my disciples are useless? This international exchange conference, though called 'international,' is not of high caliber. One of my disciples could handle them all. Now that I have sent them all out, it is all for this plan."
"The plan is too dangerous." The Big Boss sighed, still unwilling to agree. "If anything goes wrong, you two will never return."