Hearing his words, Yang Yan was momentarily stunned before bursting into laughter:

"Give me a break! What can your internal network do? It's utterly useless; only idiots like you would consider it a treasure."

The network of the Hidden Sect has always been its most secretive aspect.

Only those who have made significant contributions to the Hidden Sect, or who hold very high positions within it, can directly access it.

Otherwise, you usually have to find someone, pay them, and then the upper echelons of the Hidden Sect will find what you need through special channels and give it to you privately.

"Who exactly are you? The internal network of the Hidden Sect is stronger than the national network of the United States, yet you speak of it with such disdain?"

The man looked at Yang Yan with a puzzled expression, his gaze shifting uncertainly.

Now, he was genuinely curious about the identity of the Asian young man in front of him.

"I don't know how you've managed to survive. As the saying goes, curiosity killed the cat! The more you know, the quicker you'll die."

"For the sake of your little life, you'd better not inquire about my identity."

Yang Yan's words were not meant to scare him.

To prevent the people of the present world from disturbing the big shots of the Hidden World, there's an unspoken rule that everyone's identities are to be kept strictly confidential.

Of course, unless the big shots themselves choose to reveal their identities, this doesn't apply.

Otherwise, for non-Hidden World people to know the identity of someone of Yang Yan's level, there's only one outcome—

Memory deletion!

In worse cases, direct erasure.

And for someone like the man in front of him, who is halfway into the Hidden World, this rule is even more strictly enforced.

"Alright, Buman, have you finished eating? If you have, can you come help me with something?"

Yang Yan looked at Buman, who had already put down his bowl and chopsticks, and said kindly.

"Yes! I've finished eating. Just let me know what you need me to do."

Buman was full of gratitude for the meal Yang Yan had treated him to today.

He could no longer remember how long it had been since he last had such a sumptuous meal.

"Come over here."

Yang Yan glanced at the silent Laoda and gently beckoned him.

Although he didn't know why Yang Yan was calling him over, Laoda didn't hesitate at all and immediately walked over.

Yang Yan smiled lightly and pointed to an empty bed, only then did he immediately realize that this was to remove the poison from him.

However, he caught sight of his companion lying on the bed with silver needles all over him and couldn't help but ask suspiciously:

"Are there no needles? Can you treat me now?"

Yang Yan smiled gently:

"The people you sent to get the needles are back now, so we're ready to start."

Just as Laoda was about to say something else, the two people who went to buy the needles hurriedly ran in from outside.

Seeing this, a look of astonishment flashed in Laoda's eyes, making him even more curious about Yang Yan's identity.

"Enough with the nonsense! Hurry and get yourselves treated so you can get out of here. Now take off your clothes, and the two of you hand me the needles."

Yang Yan said coldly.

He was actually quite curious about where these guys got the silver needles from.

This is the United States, and even in Huaxia, traditional Chinese medicine equipment isn't available everywhere.

After weighing the silver needles in his hand, Yang Yan nodded with satisfaction.

"Buman, come over here, I'll teach you something interesting."

Yang Yan put away his cold facade, speaking kindly to Buman next to him.

Buman didn't think much of it and obediently walked over.

However, when Yang Yan placed the silver needles in his hands, he was completely dumbfounded.

Not only him, but everyone else looked at Yang Yan with puzzled expressions as well.

Yang Yan, however, said without hesitation:

"I'll teach you, and you'll use these to remove the poison. Don't worry, with me here, everything will be simple."

Finally, Laosan couldn't hold it in any longer and yelled angrily:

"Are you kidding me? You're letting a kid treat my big brother? No way, absolutely not!"

"Shut up! Am I treating him, or are you? If you have any complaints, you can leave now!"

Yang Yan shot Laosan a cold glance.

Laosan suddenly clutched his throat as if something was choking him, looking pained and unable to say a word.

"Laosan, listen to Dr. Yang here! If you keep acting like this, don't call me big brother anymore."

Laoda, lying on the bed, glanced at Laosan and said sternly.

"No sense of propriety; you're calling yourself Laosan?"

Yang Yan dismissively curled his lips.

"Do you really think I won't take action?"

The nearby Laoda couldn't take it any longer either.

He seethed with murderous intent as he looked at Yang Yan, like a leopard ready to pounce.

It seemed like he would make his move any moment.

"Heh! Go ahead and try. I'm not bragging, but if you dare make a move, if even one of you can walk out of here today, I'll write my name backward."

Yang Yan glanced indifferently at the two hyped-up guys and gently placed the silver needles on the table.

Ever since reaching an agreement with those old fellows from the Arbitration Committee, he hadn't taken action.

If these two reckless guys dared to make a move, he wouldn't mind teaching them a lesson.

"Laosan and Laoda, both of you get out. Without my word, no one is allowed to enter."

Laoda, lying on the bed, saw his brothers were getting reckless and about to clash with Yang Yan and hastily said.

Unfortunately, the two didn't seem to hear him, and Laoda frowned, asking coldly:

"What? My words aren't enough anymore? Or do you think you're tough enough to start your own faction?"

Hearing Laoda's heavy tone, the two snapped back, gritted their teeth, and said:

"Big brother, we'll leave now."

Watching the two leave, Laoda immediately stood and bowed to Yang Yan, apologizing:

"Sorry, Dr. Yang. My two brothers were rude, and I'm here to apologize to you."

Yang Yan lightly waved his hand and said indifferently:

"I'm not that petty. Just lie down properly, and I'll have Buman remove the poison for you. Rest assured, I guarantee you'll be cured."

Hearing Yang Yan's confident words, Laoda could only nod lightly and obediently lie down.

On the other hand, Buman worriedly asked:

"Dr. Yang, am I really capable of doing this? If I do it, will I ruin things for you? I'm a bit nervous."

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