Chapter 437: Chapter 437
Li Jianfeng had seen the deputy mayor and the head of the health bureau out, and now he slumped into his chair, feeling utterly drained.
The current zombie incident had nearly sapped all his strength, and at this point, he was no longer seeking accomplishments. All he desired was to do more to minimize the losses and, hopefully, mitigate some of the blame that would fall upon him.
Li Jianfeng sat in front of his desk, speechless with his own bad luck. How had he managed to encounter such a large-scale outbreak of Corpse Poison?
Just then, the telephone on Li Jianfeng's desk started to ring.
Given that everything happening in Xingcheng was related to Corpse Poison, Li Jianfeng did not dare to delay. He picked up the phone immediately.
"This is Li Jianfeng..."
Before Li Jianfeng could finish speaking, he heard the voice of his beloved daughter, Li Qishan, on the other end of the line. "Dad, I'm home alone right now. When can you come back and keep me company..."
But Li Jianfeng hardly had the time to comfort Li Qishan. "I'm very busy with work now. If you need anything, go find your mother!"
Li Jianfeng hung up the phone abruptly.
Ring... Li Jianfeng had just hung up when the phone rang once more. Annoyed, he picked it up again. "Li Qishan..."
"Mayor Li, it's me. I'm Wei Zhonghua, the director of the First General Hospital," a somewhat magnetic voice came through before Li Jianfeng could finish.
"Lao Wei, you mentioned that a zombie was found in a hotel downtown, right? Has anyone been infected with Corpse Poison?" Li Jianfeng asked urgently.
After discovering a zombie in the downtown hotel, Li Jianfeng had immediately ordered the nearest First General Hospital to dispatch a medical rescue team. His greatest concern was whether any of the hotel's guests had been infected.
"Mayor Li, among all the guests who managed to escape from the hotel, there was originally one person suspected of being infected... But later, someone actually cured that suspected patient..." Wei Zhonghua said from the other end of the line.
"What? Cured?" Li Jianfeng's eyes widened in shock.
The Corpse Poison this time was extremely vicious, and Li Jianfeng had specifically formed an expert group to study it. However, they had not yet devised a treatment.
Now, Wei Zhonghua was saying someone had cured the virus... To Li Jianfeng, this was incredible news. There was actually someone who could heal Corpse Poison.
"Who cured it? Bring this expert to see me immediately..." Li Jianfeng said, somewhat impatiently.
To Li Jianfeng, meeting with the expert sooner rather than later could significantly aid in controlling Xingcheng's Corpse Poison situation. He was, therefore, extremely eager to meet the person who could cure Corpse Poison.
"Mayor Li... after curing the patient with the suspected Corpse Poison, that person left..."
"Search for him! Even if it means digging three feet into the ground, find this expert for me!" Li Jianfeng didn't even wait for Wei Zhonghua to finish before slamming his hand on the desk.
In the current situation, whoever could cure Corpse Poison was nothing short of a savior for the whole city of Xingcheng. At any cost, Li Jianfeng had to find this person.
"Understood, Mayor! According to one of my medical team members, a police officer seems to know the person who cured the Corpse Poison. If we can find that officer, we should be able to find the person who cured it."
"From now on, do nothing else but lead your team to find this expert who can cure Corpse Poison! If you can find him, I'll grant you a great merit," Li Jianfeng said.
"Yes, Mayor, rest assured, I will do my best!"...
Li Jianfeng hung up the phone and walked over to the office window, looking out at the scenery while clenching his fists tightly.
"No matter what, we must find the expert who can cure Corpse Poison..." Li Jianfeng prayed silently to himself.
Ding Fan and Mu Zi had been trapped in that passageway for roughly three to four hours.
The two of them were not in a rush; they sat cross-legged and practiced their breathing exercises.
There were iron doors at both ends of the passageway, but there was absolutely no chance they could trap Ding Fan. Ding Fan only wanted to know what connection the middle-aged man with sunglasses, whom they had been following, had with Aurora Club. Otherwise, with Ding Fan's cultivation, if he wanted to leave, no one here could stop him.
Ding Fan had been circulating his Xiao Zhoutian for five or six cycles when footsteps began to echo from the passageway. Using his Divine Sense, Ding Fan saw that someone had already arrived.
"Who are you two? Why do you wish to see me?"
The person stood behind the closed iron door and spoke to Ding Fan.
Although Ding Fan could not see the other side, his Divine Sense made it clear that the person was not the middle-aged man with sunglasses they had been following.
"Are you the owner of this club?" Ding Fan asked indifferently.
Ding Fan immediately stood up without wasting any words, drawing his Selfless Sword and with two swift strikes, the iron gate that trapped him was instantly chopped into several pieces.
The wall, thick as a barrier, was easily cut through by Ding Fan, creating a pathway; those standing behind the iron gate couldn't help but take a sharp intake of breath.
As Ding Fan stepped out from the iron gate, the man standing in front of him was about thirty years old, his hair completely dyed white, wearing a very flamboyant trench coat that made a rather dashing impression.
Watching Ding Fan actually cut a way out of the iron gate and walk through it, the white-haired man's expression became quite serious.
"There are some things I want to know. I'll ask now, and you'll answer," Ding Fan said indifferently.
"You're going to tell me, who do you think you are?" the white-haired man huffed dismissively.
Right after the white-haired man finished speaking, the people behind him quickly drew their guns and aimed directly at Ding Fan.
"If he dares to make a move, shoot him immediately. I'll take responsibility for any consequences!"
As the white-haired man spoke these words, he glanced at the sword in Ding Fan's hand. "Tell me, which is faster, your sword or my men's guns?"
No sooner had the white-haired man finished his sentence than Ding Fan deftly twirled a Sword Blossom with his weapon, and before the people around could react, Ding Fan had the Selfless Sword placed against the white-haired man's throat.
"I think my sword is slightly faster," Ding Fan remarked dryly.
The white-haired man started looking tense.
As Ding Fan struck with his sword, from start to finish, he hadn't managed to see the move clearly, and in the blink of an eye, the Longsword was already pressing against his throat.
At this moment, not to mention the white-haired man himself, even the gunmen he had brought with him hadn't been able to react.
"Now, may I ask my questions?" Ding Fan said, looking at the white-haired man.
"Do you have all the members' data here, with photographs… Arrange for someone to fetch it now," Ding Fan demanded of the white-haired man.
Such a luxurious club obviously had rankings, so Ding Fan could only ask the white-haired man to produce these files. With the photographs on the files, Ding Fan could recognize the person he had been tracking and even learn a bit more about them.
"We at Polaris Club keep all member information confidential; therefore, you're wasting your time—we won't tell you," the white-haired man retorted.
With a flick of his sword, a flash of blade light danced, and the white-haired man's ear was promptly sliced off by Ding Fan.
"Ah…" The man screamed in agony as his ear was severed.
With ten fingers connected to the heart, an ear lobe certainly was no exception.
"I'm not very patient by nature, so if you really won't talk, I won't make it difficult for you—next, I'll just cut off your nose," Ding Fan stated calmly, yet his words sounded exceedingly frightful to the white-haired man.
Given how Ding Fan had nonchalantly sliced off his ear as soon as he arrived, the white-haired man had no doubt that he would sever his nose as well. The rıghtful source is 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩•𝗳𝗂𝗋𝖾•𝕟𝕖𝕥
"Fine, I will arrange for someone to bring all the member information right away," conceded the white-haired man.
At this point, the white-haired man stopped being stubborn; in front of Ding Fan, he could only confess what he knew, as it was the only way to avoid having his nose sliced off.
The white-haired man gave an order to a beautiful woman beside him, and after receiving the command, she hurried off to fetch the items.
About ten minutes later, the woman returned, panting, holding a laptop.
Under Ding Fan's instruction, the woman promptly opened the laptop and, after a series of actions, turned the monitor for Ding Fan to see.
On the screen were detailed member profiles, with a small corner on the left reserved for photographs.
Ding Fan took the laptop from the woman's hands and his right hand began swiftly clicking on the information displayed on the screen.
As Ding Fan clicked away, profile after profile flashed by at a rapid pace.
Watching Ding Fan's right hand flitting through photos, it seemed impossible to anyone else to discern the information on the screen at such speed.
However, after less than half a minute, Ding Fan stopped scrolling, fixing his gaze on a middle-aged man on the laptop screen.
"Who is this man?" Ding Fan asked.