CHAPTER 688: CHAPTER 0690: FORCES OF THE WORLD OF MARTIAL ARTS

Although the housekeeper was puzzled, he naturally obeyed Mr. Nangong’s orders. He immediately responded affirmatively and turned to call the family doctor.

The family doctor did not live in the Nangong Family villa area and it would take at least twenty minutes to drive here. During this twenty-minute waiting time, Mr. Nangong was not idle.

"You have ruined a pot of good tea for me." Mr. Nangong shook the newspaper in his hand, the seemingly casual remark made the man shiver with fright, every member of the Nangong Family knew that the Old Master liked tea, so even drinking tea was specially prepared by someone for Mr. Nangong, yet now Mr. Nangong accused this man of ruining his tea.

The man was so nervous that he even began to stutter, "Old, Old Master, I don’t, don’t understand what, what you mean."

Mr. Nangong slightly lifted his eyelids and gave him a faint look, but did not speak.

During this time, the servant who had previously brought tea to Mr. Nangong was also summoned. Both were unsure of what wrong they had committed, and with Mr. Nangong remaining silent, they could only wait helplessly.

Although twenty minutes seemed short, the family doctor arrived quickly. But for the servants standing and some younger members sitting in the living room, these twenty minutes felt almost like two years.

After the family doctor arrived, Mr. Nangong did not waste words and directly said that the tea tasted unusual in his mouth, a kind of unusual that was not normal. The family doctor immediately understood Mr. Nangong’s implication and promptly took out his equipment to test the tea.

Everyone didn’t expect this kind of situation, all hearts were tightly clenched, and by looking at Mr. Nangong’s facial expression, they could tell that the matter was probably serious.

The family doctor quickly found something indeed in the tea, and it was not simple—it contained a strong poison. Hearing that Mr. Nangong had taken a small sip made the family doctor break out in a cold sweat and repeatedly exclaimed that Mr. Nangong was lucky but still prescribed some medicine for him.

Old Master swallowed the medicine. Although his sense of smell had heightened, he wasn’t convenient to reveal this matter, so he pretended to have drunk a sip; this was also why he had previously poured part of it away in his study, knowing there was poison, he certainly wouldn’t foolishly continue drinking.

"What, you’re saying Grandfather’s tea was poisoned?"

This news startled the younger members of the Nangong Family sitting in the living room; everyone looked at each other with eyes full of inquiry, knowing Mr. Nangong was old and handing over power was only a matter of time, but some people might not be able to restrain themselves.

"Do you know what poison it is?" Mr. Nangong asked with a grim expression.

The family doctor shook his head, "I’m seeing this poison for the first time; I truly don’t know what type it is."

"Alright, I understand, you may leave now." Mr. Nangong said, and stood up. He glanced at the two servants who were already scared and trembling, did not dictate any specific action, but had the servants bring back the tea to his study.

The younger members of the Nangong Family didn’t understand why Mr. Nangong didn’t immediately dispose of the poisoned tea after finding it toxic, though everyone harbored queries, the grim look on Mr. Nangong’s face and his unique way of handling things made them feel it wasn’t their place to speak up much.

Mr. Nangong returned to his study and was not idle, soon making a call to Chu Ge, who was currently outside. Hearing about Mr. Nangong’s incident, he immediately rushed back.

When Chu Ge arrived, the younger Nangong Family members in the living room hadn’t left yet, and seeing Chu Ge was both a surprise yet seemed normal, as in these recent days, Chu Ge indeed had a significant favor in Mr. Nangong’s presence.

Not to mention treating Mr. Nangong and collaborating with Mr. Nangong to capture Shao Gang, these actions were still unbeknownst to these legitimate Nangong Family members, let alone done by them.

Although some envied the status Chu Ge held in Mr. Nangong’s eyes, most were simply relieved—relieved that Chu Ge wasn’t a descendant of the Nangong Family, or else they would have had a powerful competitor.

Therefore, even those uncomfortable with Chu Ge, seeing him would at most not greet him, none would trouble him—after all, Chu Ge had no entanglements of interest with them, and considering his significant favor with Mr. Nangong, they couldn’t afford to offend Chu Ge.

Chu Ge nodded as a greeting to them and then headed straight to Mr. Nangong’s study.

Mr. Nangong’s study was strictly guarded, even the Nangong Family descendants couldn’t freely enter, but Chu Ge seemed to be an exception, as Mr. Nangong often allowed him in. Everyone else felt a bit envious and somewhat admired.

In the study, Mr. Nangong’s expression was very serious; this kind of thing happening was the second time already. There’s a saying that a thief has a thousand days, but no one can guard against a thief for a thousand days; he definitely couldn’t just sit and wait for doom, he must uncover the mastermind behind this, which was why he had called Chu Ge.

After Chu Ge arrived, he first examined the tea. He took a little tea on his hand to taste and after rinsing his mouth, then he said, "This poison is similar to the last time but a different new type of drug. It seems like whoever is against you has spent a lot of effort."

Facing Chu Ge’s light-hearted comment, Mr. Nangong wasn’t annoyed but rather felt a bit helpless. He sighed, "This time it was just my luck, the tea flavor is lighter, I could smell it; if next time they put the poison in coffee, with the coffee’s strong flavor, then I really would be out of options."

Chu Ge chuckled, understanding Mr. Nangong’s concerns. What he was more curious about, however, was the origin of the poison. If the origin of the poison could be pinpointed then tracking down the person who poisoned Mr. Nangong wouldn’t be too difficult.

Upon reflection, although the Black Witch Sect in the world of martial arts was most proficient in crafting these kinds of poisons, this poison didn’t quite match the typical style of the Black Witch Sect. So, Chu Ge silently ruled out the Black Witch Sect.

Moreover, Chu Ge remembered that the Masked Man’s whereabouts were still unknown. The Masked Man himself was mysterious, with an equally enigmatic background. If he suggested that this poison was created by the Masked Man, Chu Ge would believe it.

Believing was one thing, but evidence was more crucial. Realizing this, Chu Ge didn’t waste much time and called Jian Chunqiu directly. With Jian Chunqiu having the vast influence of Sword Pavilion behind, plus his personal significant influence in the world of martial arts, Chu Ge believed that handing this matter over to Jian Chunqiu would soon yield an answer.