High-level female soldiers: My female soldiers are all SSS-rank!

Just as Ye Chu stepped forward, ready to teach Chen Wenwen a lesson.

With a thud.

Chen Wenwen could no longer hold on; her energy dissipated, and she slid down the wall to the ground.

Ye Chu and Mu Tongyan looked at each other in bewilderment.

Yang Xinba crouched down and sneaked over to Chen Wenwen, checking on her injuries.

"It's nothing, it's nothing, you just knocked me out."

Upon hearing this, Ye Chu frowned slightly and said unhappily, "Please explain yourself clearly. She was the one who tried to kill me, so I knocked her unconscious, okay?"

Yang Xinba did not refute, and after seeing that Ye Chu did not react, he dragged Chen Wenwen into the small shop on his own.

Then, Yang Xinba started fiddling with his bottles and jars again, and soon he had made another bottle of medicine by hand, which he poured into Chen Wenwen's mouth.

To be fair, although Yang Xinba may seem unreliable, his skill in making potions by hand is truly impressive.

A short while later, Chen Wenwen woke up, glanced at Ye Chu, and didn't dare to say anything more.

She was curled up in a small corner, looking exactly like an autistic girl.

Right now, there are only four people in this small shop, so it's a bit crowded.

Yang Xinba didn't seem to care and started tidying up the shop, looking like he was about to move.

"Young Brother Ye Chu, I know you have a storage ring. Could you please pack up my things? We can use them to make medicine for the young lady when we get back to the country, can't we?"

Ye Chu nodded, and with a casual wave of his hand, some bottles and jars disappeared on the spot.

"And these too, we'll take these back with us."

Yang Xinba smiled ingratiatingly and pointed to several sealed jars next to him.

His already gray curly hair and pale face appeared particularly wretched under the moonlight.

Ye Chu rolled his eyes and said calmly.

"Don't even think about it. There's no way I'm bringing fumonis back to China, especially since there are border checkpoints along the Chinese border."

After Ye Chu saw through him, Yang Simba not only showed no shame, but instead spoke up confidently.

"Don't you have a federally certified martial artist status?"

"Besides, you still have a storage ring. Why not just put it in the storage ring?"

"Nonsense!" Ye Chu was almost amused by his anger. "Who told you that Federation warriors don't need border checks?"

"Besides, storage rings are always a key target for investigation. If you want to get your head chopped off, don't even think about taking me with you."

Upon hearing this, Yang Xinba immediately felt disheartened, his eyes filled with disappointment and helplessness.

As if his spine had been removed, he slid down the wall and collapsed helplessly beside the jar.

"Tens of millions..." Yang Xinba trembled as he hugged the jars, on the verge of tears: "If these jars could be sold on the black market, they would be worth at least tens of millions."

"This is my retirement fund!"

"Don't even think about it. You're in the Black Triangle, so I can't control how you handle this, but don't even dream of taking it back."

Ye Chu didn't bother to speak.

I came out of the border openly and honestly, and I have no intention of smuggling myself back.

A moment later, Yang Xinba stood up, and with a surge of courage from who-knows-where, he said angrily.

"Then your soldier wife is beyond cure. This fu medicine is absolutely necessary in the early stages of treatment."

Ye Chu shrugged.

"Then let's get treatment in the Black Triangle. I'm not in a hurry to go back."

He understood that when negotiating with this kind of person, he had to stick to his bottom line and not expose his weaknesses, otherwise he would be led by the nose.

"you!"

Yang Xinba glared angrily; he really wanted to say, "Then I won't get treatment."

But he didn't dare, for a simple reason: if he dared to say it, Ye Chu would throw him back into the underground casino.

Ye Chu pursed his lips: "I hope you don't have any enemies here, after all, I quite like to wander around."

"Besides, you have so much turpentine hidden in your shop. What if some gamblers or drug addicts smash up, rob, or burn the shop down? I might not even be alive then."

"It's just a tough job for you old bones to protect your property."

Yang Xinba's face turned red, and it took him a long time to finally manage to utter a sentence.

"You win!"

Then, looking at the jar beside him, he couldn't help but sigh.

It's like seeing a bank card with millions in savings, but not being able to remember the password.

Seeing Yang Xinba back down, Ye Chu smiled smugly to himself, and then offered some advice.

"Old Yang, you have arms and legs, and you have skills to rely on. Why do you have to rely on selling this kind of thing to save for your retirement?"

"I'll give you some more financial assistance then, so you can open a clinic. Won't your life get better and better?"

Yang Xinba glanced at Ye Chu, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"What did you just say?"

"Is your life getting better and better?"

Yang Xinba shook his head: "Not this sentence, the first sentence."

Ye Chu was somewhat confused.

"Old Yang?"

"Hmm~"

Yang Xinba gave a drawn-out response, clearly very pleased.

Ye Chu couldn't help but laugh speechlessly.

"Old Yang!"

"Hmm~~"

"Old Yang!"

"Hmm~~~"

"What the hell!" Ye Chu slapped Yang Xinba's forehead helplessly: "Get your illness treated properly, or I'll break your legs."

"Ahem!"

Yang Xinba glanced at Ye Chu with a hint of resentment, coughed a few times to express his authority, then his expression returned to normal, and he spoke.

"Since you occasionally say something that's somewhat agreeable, I won't hold back anymore."

"I'll be honest with you, I can treat your soldier's wife about 70-80% of the time."

"It's not that my skills are lacking, it's just that there aren't that many good medicinal herbs in the Black Triangle."

You understand the saying, "Even a clever housewife can't cook without rice."

Ye Chu nodded and asked, "To put it bluntly, how many days do we need to stay in the Black Triangle? What medicinal herbs will we need afterward?"

"Drink it three times for the initial treatment, then drink it three times for each subsequent treatment."

Yang Xinba did the math, then held up one finger: "One week, just stay in the Black Triangle for one week."

Upon hearing this, Ye Chu nodded in satisfaction.

In fact, the martial arts tournament playoffs are just a month away, and Ye Chu doesn't have much time.

Fortunately, Yang Xinba remained in the Black Triangle and was imprisoned in an underground casino.

Therefore, he was unaware of Ye Chu's current situation. Otherwise, if Yang Xinba had deliberately dragged things out, Ye Chu would have been in a difficult position.

"These medicinal herbs aren't expensive in the Black Triangle, so go buy them for me too."

Having given up all hope, Yang Xinba found a pen in the table and casually tore off a page.

He wrote a prescription that was almost half a page long.

Ye Chu took it and looked at it.

It must be said that Yang Xinba's handwriting is very beautiful.

If you look at his calligraphy first, and then at him as a person, you can even see a touch of artistry in him.

"You can buy them on the black market in the Black Triangle. If you're quick, you can still go now."

Upon hearing this, Ye Chu nodded, folded up the prescription, and put it in his pocket.

Then, he gestured for Mu Tongyan to follow him.

"Hey! Wait a minute."

Just as Ye Chu turned to leave, Yang Xinba suddenly spoke.

Ye Chu turned around: "Are there any other medicinal herbs we need to replenish?"

No, no.

Yang Xinba waved his hand and said with a somewhat awkward smile.

"Could you redeem that little girl? I think she looks pitiful in the underground casino."

"Why don't you redeem him and work as an assistant for me?"

"I'm getting old, and this is also for the sake of efficiency, don't you think?"

Ye Chu looked at Yang Xinba with a complicated expression.

No wonder he studied medicine; he's almost seventy years old, yet his small head can still control his large head.

He couldn't help but let out a cold laugh.

"So? This old bull wants to eat tender grass?"