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As he said that, Han San's expression changed. He almost subconsciously pulled the trigger. He never thought that his greatest secret would be seen through in a single glance.

"You're courting death!"

With that, Han San pointed the gun at Zhang Yang and said coldly, "Originally, I just wanted to teach you guys a lesson, but now you guys no longer need to live.

"Then go ahead and try it." Zhang Yang squinted at him.

For some reason, when Zhang Yang said this, Han San felt his heart racing. An inexplicable sense of extreme danger came over him, and beads of sweat dripped from his forehead.

His expression slightly changed. His instinct to sense danger had allowed him to escape from death time and time again, but there had never been a moment where he felt like he was suffocating.

This... What was going on?

He was extremely confident in his marksmanship. Even though the three of them were now exposed, he still felt an extreme sense of danger. This was something Han San had never experienced before.

His gaze swept across Tia Xiong and then the baldy in front of him. He could already tell that these two men were experts, and in the moment of danger, one of them wanted to attack, while the other stood in front of Zhang Yang without hesitation.

Such a scene made Han San involuntarily think of the scene when he was on a mission with his comrades.

Zhang Yang's current speed was not faster than a bullet. However, he was faster than Han San's firing speed. Even though it seemed risky, Zhang Yang had absolute confidence in instantly killing his opponent.

The atmosphere was heavy, both sides stared at each other, ready to take action.

"Hahahaha!"

Suddenly, Han San laughed out loud and retracted his arms. The two pistols in his hands spun in a beautiful way and he retracted the gun skillfully.

"Very good, a person that Brother Jiang respects is indeed not an ordinary person!"

Everything he had done was intentional, all because of some information revealed by Uncle Jiang. Although it seemed dangerous just now, both Zhang Yang and him knew clearly that with Uncle Jiang's relationship, it was impossible for the two sides to truly fight to the death.

"Please sit!"

As the atmosphere relaxed, Han San walked over and invited Zhang Yang to take a seat while he sat down on the sofa.

Baldy and Tia Xiong also let out a sigh of relief and quickly stood behind Zhang Yang. They still had an unfriendly expression as they stared at Liu Tie.

"You can choose between the two."

Saying that, Han San took out another price list and handed it over, "First, this list is filled with good stuff, you can choose to buy it. If you choose to pay, I'll take the goods immediately."

"The second trade …"

After pausing for a moment, Han San's face became serious. He looked straight at Zhang Yang and said in a deep voice, "I heard from Brother Jiang that your medical skills are very magical. If you can cure my injury, I will provide the weapons for free!"

Hearing this, Zhang Yang raised his eyebrows, then very straightforwardly shook his head and said, "The weapon may be good, but your life is more important. The tendons and tendons in your hands and feet have been cut off.

Han San was shocked at first, but then he started laughing out loud.

"Since that's the case, the second kind of deal is invalid. Pick your goods, take your goods and leave."

Han San was not too disappointed because expectations were not high from the start. From his point of view, what the other party said was not evasion or anything else, but simply the inability to treat his old wounds.

"I choose the third trade!" While he was laughing, Zhang Yang suddenly interrupted him.

"Oh? The third kind? "What kind of deal?"

"I'll completely restore your tendons, and cure your eyes. You have to serve me for a year, that's all."

After hearing that, Han San's expression froze. He was not pleasantly surprised like he thought he would be. Instead, he laughed maniacally and unrestrainedly. That single eye of his was about to burst into tears.

"Eyes? Can you heal my eyes? "Brat, you know my eyes …"

His voice was interrupted again. It was still Zhang Yang.

"Isn't it just an eyeball that's gone? It can't be cured!"

The laughter suddenly stopped. The expression on Han San's face instantly froze as he suddenly raised his head and looked at Zhang Yang with an expression that was hard to describe.

Behind him, the baldy and Tia Xiong both burst out laughing. Of course, it was fierce and filled with disdain.

Hmph, Elder Brother Yang is an immortal, how can a mere mortal like you compare to him?

"You … You, you said, you can cure my eyes? " Han San's other eye widened as he stared at Zhang Yang, afraid that what he heard was an illusion.

"Are you questioning my medical skills?"

Zhang Yang asked. His expression was like that of a domain expert, extremely confident.

Not only did Han San not get angry, he even did not think about it. He said without any hesitation, "Okay, if you can cure my eyes, then what if I, Han Laosan, have been with you for a year!"

It was impossible for him to refuse such a temptation.

Back then, he was a special forces soldier and had to retire because one of his eyes had been blinded by a cannonball on a secret mission. However, as an all-round soldier king, he could not survive in this society and could only barely fill his stomach.

Then, because of a coincidental event, he started to mix in with the society. Moreover, he had made a name for himself, but unexpectedly, he was tricked by a villain. His tendons in his arms and legs were cut off, and he had lived to this day.

This kind of life could even be described as worse than death for a former weapons specialist. Now that he had the chance to recover, even one in ten thousand, he still had to give it a try.

"Very wise choice." Zhang Yang smiled, "How about this, I'll help you heal your legs first. We'll talk about the weapon later."

Han San was stunned for a moment before feeling relieved. He looked at Zhang Yang with praise in his eyes.

Obviously, although the category on the second list was much more than the first one, not a single one of them was of high quality because they didn't have much trust or friendship. Zhang Yang understood and he understood.

Zhang Yang chose the first treatment and then the weapon. Not only did it give them a layer of trust, it also gave them one more choice.

"Good, great!" Han San was also a decisive person. He immediately said, "How can I cooperate with the treatment?"

"There's no rush." Zhang Yang waved his hand, "Let me take a look at your tendons."

Han San did not waste his breath and rolled up his pants to expose his legs.

He was neither strong nor thin, just like an ordinary person. Although the tendons in his arms and legs had been cut off, he had received treatment, and the only difference was that the tendons and bones inside were dislocated.

In other words, he couldn't gather his strength.

Don't underestimate the speed of his shot just now, it was merely pulling the trigger. If it was a close combat, he wouldn't be able to beat the baldy and Tia Xiong.

Zhang Yang stretched out his hand and pressed down on the ankle area of his legs. Then, he brought in a piece of Star Power to check.

He took out a silver needle and started from the sole of his foot. It slowly pierced into his palm, then his forearm. In a short moment, Han San's calves and forearms were filled with silver needles.

"How is it? "Can you recover?" Han San looked at Zhang Yang expectantly. He didn't feel anything special about his hands or feet.

Han San didn't mind Zhang Yang's silence. He looked at the bald man and Tia Xiong's thick arms and said.

Back then, my legs and arms were even thicker than your legs. I could tell that you two were pretty good, but if it was back then, you two might not have been able to win against me. Unfortunately, right now, I can only rely on my old self to survive and rely on some survival skills.

Hearing this, both the baldy and Tia Xiong's expression became serious. They were trained by Zhang Yang from hell and were very confident in their own strength, but now that Han San said it, the two of them did not feel like he was lying.2

Right now, Han San's body was thin, almost no different from an ordinary person's. He was even thinner than an ordinary person's. It was hard to imagine how such a strong person had been crippled for more than ten years after his tendons on his hands and feet were cut off.

He had been living here all year round. Whether it was the dense forest outside or the rows and rows of alleyways within the courtyard, he was afraid that he was forced to use a method to protect himself.

A former Super Expert, who could not roam the world, could only silently retreat, this was a kind of sorrow.

"Fuck, third uncle, is it that bastard who did this?" Baldy completely forgot that the other person just pointed a gun at his head and said while gritting his teeth, "This is just f * cking intentional torture."

"That's right, he did it on purpose."

Han San's voice was low and full of complex tone. He shook his head and said, "In the end, it's all because of me. The winner is the king and the loser is the thief. There's nothing much to say."

"Mr Zhang, I know about my injuries. Back then, after the best treatment, I was able to walk like an ordinary person, which is already my greatest fortune. If I can't recover, it's nothing, I do have some excellent items that I can sell to …"

Halfway through his words, he suddenly stopped!

Immediately after, Han San's one eye widened and his expression became extremely complicated. His mouth opened wide as if two eggs could be stuffed inside it.

At this moment, he felt an indescribable feeling of refreshment within his body. His legs and arms, which had been weak despite being injured for so many years, were actually growing and growing rapidly.

This feeling was very strange. It was as if a hole had suddenly appeared in a stubborn dam. A stream of water flowed out, and the hole grew larger and larger.

Lowering his head to look, he saw that the silver needles on his legs and arms were all trembling at high speeds, like cicadas crying, and bits of black dirt were seeping out from the needle.

"Hahahaha …" "Strength, your father can feel it again, hahahaha …"

Han San laughed out loud. He laughed so recklessly and so arrogantly. He even laughed until tears came out of his eyes.

Ever since his tendons in his arms and legs were cut off ten years ago, he no longer felt any strength. Even ordinary people would not be able to compare to him.

At this moment, he could clearly feel that the power within his body was gradually recovering. That sort of pleasant surprise and complicated feeling was something that others would not be able to sense.

However, he quickly calmed down. He looked at Zhang Yang, who was sitting up straight, with a trembling voice and a serious expression.

"Mr Zhang, I will make a promise right now. Regardless of whether or not you can cure my eyes, I, Han Laosan, will keep my promise for a year!"

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