Supreme Divine Physician in the City Chapter 1543: 1543: Daddy Is a Bad Guy

Ye Xuan recounted that Tyron had once found himself in a dire predicament on the battlefield. It was Purgatory that intervened, rescuing him from the brink. After achieving prosperity, Tyron made it a practice to dispatch regular tributes and gifts to Purgatory as a token of his enduring gratitude.

Now, with Ye Xuan’s personal visit in his capacity as the Black Emperor and the mutual benefits of their cooperation, Tyron had no conceivable reason to refuse the proposition…

“Hoo, Lord Black Emperor!” A boisterous and enthusiastic acclamation suddenly pierced the air.

Both Ye Xuan and Lin Tong looked up, observing a contingent of burly, dark-skinned men rapidly approaching. At their forefront was a youthful individual, appearing to be in his thirties, radiating an aura of vibrant energy.

“That’s Tyron,” Ye Xuan commented with a slight smile.

Lin Tong offered a nod, her gaze fixed upon Tyron as he led the group, then flicking briefly towards the few bodyguards trailing him, she ultimately decided to avert her eyes. This decision stemmed from the striking visual uniformity among all the dark-skinned men present…

“Lord Black Emperor, it’s been an age!” Tyron swiftly reached Ye Xuan, his laughter hearty and unrestrained, “A most sincere welcome to Ethiopia!”

“Indeed, it has been quite some time,” Ye Xuan acknowledged, observing Tyron with a grin. “Donning a suit like that, it appears you’ve truly carved out success in recent years.”

“Lord Black Emperor, you jest. In your venerable presence, I shall forever remain but a humble figure!” Tyron declared, shaking his head in a gesture of profound respect.

Ye Xuan offered a smile, electing to remain silent. Truthfully, the esteemed standing of the Black Emperor was not something he particularly relished.

Following a brief exchange of pleasantries.

Tyron then shifted his attention to Lin Tong, extending his greetings with utmost deference. “Might this esteemed lady be the Lady Black Emperor? Welcome, thrice welcome! Lady Black Emperor, you are undeniably the most stunning woman to grace my eyes!”

Lin Tong responded with a graceful smile, “Thank you for your kind words.”

“Kind words? Nay, merely the unvarnished truth.”

Tyron’s laughter echoed heartily, and he then extended an open-handed invitation. “Lord Black Emperor, Lady Black Emperor, I have secured the finest accommodations this city has to offer for your stay. Kindly permit me to lead the way!”

“Certainly.”

Ye Xuan gave his assent with a nod.

Without further preamble, Tyron turned and commenced their journey, setting the pace.

Not long after, Ye Xuan and his entourage found themselves seated within Tyron’s luxury SUV. Tyron’s designated bodyguard took the wheel, initiating the eastward progress of the vehicle.

As the SUV began to move, a multitude of previously parked vehicles in the vicinity also put their engines to life, forming a close convoy in pursuit of their lead vehicle.

Ye Xuan cast a glance towards this trailing procession, remarking with a smile, “Tyron, has the atmosphere been particularly turbulent in this region lately?”

“Indeed, most unsettled!” Tyron, seated in the front passenger seat, chuckled. “A minor skirmish occurs every third day, a major engagement every fifth. The constant tension has kept me on edge, compelling me to temporarily retain nearly a hundred bodyguards for round-the-clock protection.”

Ye Xuan’s smile subtly shifted as he narrowed his eyes. “These hundred-odd bodyguards you’ve retained, a significant portion seem to hail from the Southern Federation. Since when has your nation seen such a substantial influx of individuals from the Southern Federation?”

Tyron’s smile faltered momentarily, his gaze flickered, and he offered a casual explanation. “Ethiopia maintains a proximity to the front lines of the conflict, thus these Southern Federation bodyguards all originate from that area!”

“Is that so?” Ye Xuan inquired, his tone laced with amusement.

“Absolutely!” Tyron asserted. “Does Lord Black Emperor harbor any suspicions about me? Surely, that cannot be the case?”

Ye Xuan merely offered a silent, knowing smile.

A flicker of apprehension crossed Tyron’s irises.

Meanwhile, the young Yun Duo, nestled comfortably in Lin Tong’s embrace, was intently observing Tyron up ahead. Suddenly, she piped up, “Daddy, he’s a bad person!”

The moment young Yun Duo uttered these words.

Tyron, who had been sitting composedly in the front passenger seat, abruptly sprang into action. Clutching the military-grade dagger he held, he spun around, aiming a vicious thrust at Ye Xuan.

Ye Xuan’s eyes flashed, and with a swift, economical motion, he employed a simple knife-hand strike directly to Tyron’s wrist.

Crack!

A sharp cry of pain erupted from Tyron as the military dagger, slick with a deadly poison, was dislodged from his grasp and landed squarely in Ye Xuan’s hand. The entire incident unfolded in the blink of an eye, transforming the vehicle’s atmosphere dramatically.

Tyron, who had moments before displayed unwavering respect and fervent enthusiasm towards Ye Xuan, had suddenly turned assailant, launching a direct and aggressive attack. Yet, his attempt was utterly futile.

The poisoned military dagger never even grazed Ye Xuan; it was intercepted and secured by Ye Xuan himself, while Tyron’s wrist was instantly rendered useless with a sickening crunch.

Had Ye Xuan not been mindful of Yun Duo’s presence and the potential for an overly gruesome scene, Tyron might have forfeited his entire arm.

A pained howl escaped Tyron as he clutched his injured arm, his expression contorting in shock and alarm. Without a second thought, he wrenched open the car door and bolted from the vehicle.

A faint smile played on Ye Xuan’s lips as he calmly instructed, “Little Yun Duo, close your eyes and rest with Mama.”

Lin Tong, visibly shaken but quickly regaining her composure, held Yun Duo closer, instinctively lowering herself in the back seat and covering the child’s eyes.

Simultaneously.

The bodyguard in the driver’s seat had already produced a stark black handgun and, without hesitation, aimed and pulled the trigger directly at Ye Xuan.

The trigger was activated, but no shot was discharged. The bodyguard’s face registered immediate shock. Upon closer inspection, he discovered that the firearm he held now consisted solely of its grip; the remainder of the weapon had detached and fallen onto the adjacent passenger seat.

The bodyguard attempted to flee, but his limbs refused to obey his frantic mind. Before he could even make a move, a sensation of coolness struck his throat, instantly followed by an intense burning heat.

Dead?

Indeed, he was dead.

The bodyguard understood his fate was sealed, his life extinguished by a swift cut across the throat!

He ceased all resistance, allowing his eyes to close in peace.

Bam!

The out-of-control SUV violently collided with a building by the roadside, the impact echoing with a thunderous sound and a tremor that shook the ground.

In the blink of an eye, a thick cloud of dust billowed outwards.

Numerous vehicles trailing the SUV swiftly halted, forming a protective cordon around Ye Xuan's family in a silent, synchronized maneuver.

Car windows descended, and gun barrels, dark and menacing, emerged, all aimed precisely at the dust-shrouded SUV, poised to unleash a hail of deadly bullets.

The surrounding area was instantly gripped by a chilling silence, an oppressive aura of deadly intent blanketing hundreds of meters.

Amidst the stillness.

Bam!

A young figure emerged from the SUV, calmly shutting the door behind him. His presence within the swirling dust made him indistinct, yet he appeared remarkably composed.

So composed, in fact, that he casually lit a cigarette.

Concurrently, his chilling, detached laughter echoed, saying, "Tyron, to desire more when already wanting is to descend into the eighteen layers of Hell."

These words seemed to carry the weight of absolute finality.

Tyron, who was just getting up from the ground, clutching his injured wrist, heard Ye Xuan's cold laughter, his face turned deathly pale, a primal fear gripping his very soul.

In a state of panic and desperation, Tyron looked towards the surrounding cars, shouting with all his might, "Fire, fire! Kill the Black Emperor, kill him!"

A barrage of bullets slammed into the SUV, shattering every window instantly and peppering the car door with numerous holes. Had Ye Xuan not ensured Lin Tong and Yun Duo were safely on the floor in time, the outcome would have been dire.

Ye Xuan's figure had already vanished from his original position.