Ling Tian's statement was not an exaggeration. Bing Tian Pharmaceutical had been researching this for a long time, but due to cost constraints, the reason Ling Tian's prescription had such miraculous effects was that several of the main medicinal ingredients used were over a hundred years old.
Ling Tian calculated that if this medicine were to be produced and marketed, each dose would cost hundreds of thousands, or even millions.
Such a medicine would be unaffordable even for the wealthy. Moreover, even with his spiritual medicine garden, Ling Tian couldn't supply this medicine in large quantities for mass production.
Therefore, Ling Tian had shelved the prescription. He hadn't expected it to find a use today when he encountered the Hughes father and son.
"The pills I've prepared, you will take them for one month every six months. Take one pill every night before you sleep, and I guarantee you will be healthy and will never fall ill again.
To be honest, Mr. Hughes was in quite a dangerous situation this time. If I had arrived half a month later, even if I had come to treat him, it would have been very difficult to cure Mr. Hughes, because some damage is temporary, while some is permanent and irreversible..."
Upon hearing Ling Tian's words, the faces of the Hughes father and son changed. They were indeed still shaken, but fortunately, the solution proposed by Ling Tian gave them a sense of security.
Soon, Ling Tian and Aurora took their leave. Old Hughes personally offered his advice, telling Ling Tian that they would do their utmost to deal with Boris Gustav. However, if they could create some trouble for the Gustav family at this time, causing them to be too busy to attend to everything, they would have to compromise.
Ling Tian thought this was a good idea and decided to take Aurora to cause some trouble.
...
In a desert region in the southern United States, near Mexico, the climate is hot and arid, with large areas of wasteland and sparse population. However, there is a small airport here, and next to it is a car graveyard.
The United States is a country built on wheels. Many new cars are launched every year, but a considerable number of cars are also retired within the year. These cars are sent to car graveyards.
Some parts are dismantled and sold, while the rest are crushed into scrap metal and then reprocessed. There are many such car graveyards in the United States.
This car graveyard, in addition to a large number of scrapped cars, also houses some old mechanical equipment and even some old aircraft, covering an area of thousands of hectares.
However, very few people know that beneath this graveyard lies an underground space extending five levels downwards, with a total area of over a thousand square meters.
This underground space is actually an underground bunker. It was built during the Cold War by a wealthy man in the United States who suffered from paranoia. Fearing the outbreak of nuclear war at any moment, he spent a huge sum of money to build this underground shelter.
To avoid suspicion, he also built this car graveyard above the underground shelter, primarily to conceal its location.
After all, even if a nuclear war broke out, the enemy's atomic bombs would be aimed at major cities, not at his junkyard.
As fate would have it, nuclear war did not break out, but the wealthy man went bankrupt. Thus, this underground shelter and the junkyard above it eventually fell into the hands of Guterres.
And ultimately, this place became Guterres's headquarters.
There is no better cover for the headquarters of an assassin group than a junkyard.
More than a day ago, Guterres, with over 40 of his elite subordinates, went to ambush Ling Tian but was "physically transcended" by Ling Tian using a Gatling gun.
Seeing that things were not going well, Guterres quickly fled with a few technicians. Fearing pursuit, he had the technicians drive trucks to continue fleeing north, while he secretly got out of the car at a small airport and flew back to headquarters in a small plane.
This headquarters, with its five underground levels, stores a large amount of fuel and diesel generators, which can provide electricity to the entire underground space.
The fourth underground level is a warehouse, storing vast quantities of food and weaponry. The arsenal here is enough to wage a local war, and wiping out some small African countries would be very easy.
The third underground level is Guterres's residence. At this moment, on the sofa opposite Guterres sits a man who looks very much like him. This man is Martin, Guterres's half-brother.
The two grew up relying on each other and have a very close relationship. Martin, with his sharp mind, became Guterres's second-in-command and the strategist of Guterres's assassin group.
"Martin, have you found out who that man accompanying Aurora Cui Te is?"
"Bee King, we still have no clues..."
Of course, he had no clues. Ling Tian's true identity was actually only known to the Hughes father and son. The Hughes father and son now saw Ling Tian as a lifesaver and would never reveal Ling Tian's true identity to outsiders.
Furthermore, apart from appearing before the two, Ling Tian had always been in disguise, using the identity of Aurora's assistant. How could those people investigate him?
"I don't care, I want his identity found out no matter what! I want to tear him to pieces!"
Guterres's teeth were practically itching with anger. His losses this time were too great. After all, they were an assassin group, and for an assassin group, recruiting elites was much more difficult than for other criminal organizations, because assassin groups require absolute loyalty from their members.
Guterres's elite subordinates were all people he had cultivated and supported for many years. Not only were they capable, but they were also fiercely loyal to him.
As a result, his elite subordinates were almost wiped out. This was an immense loss. It would likely take ten to twenty years to train another group like them. How could Guterres swallow this insult?
Especially since this matter would eventually come to light. If it got out, how could he, the third-ranked assassin on the North American assassin list, continue to operate in the underworld? Who would still respect him!
"Bee King, we cannot continue this investigation for now!"
"What did you say?" Guterres's eyes widened, emitting a terrifying killing aura. If it were any of his other subordinates, they would have been terrified to the point of their legs going weak or even soiling themselves. This was a ruthless man responsible for hundreds of lives.
However, Martin clearly was not afraid of his brother.
"I've already utilized our inside contacts within the FBI to help investigate. The feedback I received is that they are currently under immense pressure from the Hughes family, and they are now investigating us!
We must stop for now!"