Peerless Little Immortal Doctor

"What garbage! He actually faints at the sight of blood." Rose looked at Han Li with disdain.

Just a moment ago, he was thinking about forcing himself on a pretty girl, but now he faints at two drops of blood, absolutely ridiculous.

"Ah! President Xia, I really didn't know!" Seeing Xia Liu's gaze turn toward himself, Han Dawei immediately shrank back.

Although he knew how things had developed, did he dare to say it?

Xia Liu casually mentioned something and flung Han Li out of the window, making him fly backwards.

Facing Xia Liu, who possessed divine power, how could he dare to speak.

Given the relationship between Xia Liu and Mo Wanqing, if he spoke out and angered him, he'd be dead right there.

"Good, you just said his uncle is the chairman, take me to meet this chairman."

As he spoke, Xia Liu didn't even glance at Han Dawei.

He was busy dialing Mo Wanqing's cell phone.

Unfortunately, this time when he called, Mo Wanqing just wouldn't pick up.

This caused his expression to turn even colder.

Mo Wanqing had always been very enthusiastic towards him, but now she wasn't answering several calls.

That meant she was in trouble.

"I know where Han Song is, I'll take you there right now!" In order to save his life, Han Dawei anxiously said.

"Lead the way!"

"President Xia, please take me with you." Just as Xia Liu was about to leave, a feeble call for help came from the side.

Looking over, it was Mili, disheveled and ragged.

Xia Liu glanced at her and let Han Dawei lead the way; he had no time to care about a little girl right now.

However, Rose, driven by compassion, ordered Luo Lifen to strip off her clothes and give them to Mili.

After she was dressed, they quickly followed Xia Liu.

The twentieth floor of the building, where the finance department was located.

Today, the finance department was exceptionally busy.

Because the company was changing hands!

In the finance department lobby, Han Song, middle-aged, was having tea with a blond, big-eyed foreign man.

Behind the foreign man stood two bodyguards, frail in build but radiating a chill that deterred anyone daring to approach or look straight at them.

"Mr. Norman, it's a great honor for Huaxia that you could come in person," said Han Song bowing slightly as he poured tea, his words dripping with servility.

"The mountains and rivers of Huaxia are very beautiful, and if I have the chance, Mr. Han, you must show me around," said Norman in a friendly enough manner, somewhat peculiarly.

He was even speaking Huaxia fluently, the natural kind.

Without any foreign accent mixed in.

Certainly, he had been specifically trained or educated in Huaxia language.

"Of course, once things settle down here at the company, I'll show Mr. Norman around," Han Song nodded with a smile. Now that he had taken over Wanqing Group, things would be much easier.

"Mr. Han, don't worry. In a few days, some very professional people will come to help you reorganize the company, and then we can make money together," said Norman.

"Haha! I truly appreciate the help, Mr. Norman."

Yes, Han Song had to thank Norman.

He had known Norman for over half a year. Although it was a chance encounter, Han Song and Norman had become good friends.

Eventually, they shared everything, and once Norman learned about Han Song's situation at the company.

Norman decided to help Han Song.

Han Song naturally wanted to advance further.

But he had never imagined that the power behind Norman was so immense.

After plotting for months, he ended up being appointed chairman directly!

And Mo Wanqing had personally signed and fingerprinted the documents.

It could be said that the vast Wanqing Group had completely become Han Song's company!

How could he not be grateful to Norman?

"By the way, Mr. Norman, where is the former chairman Mo Wanqing?" Suddenly, he remembered that Mo Wanqing had disappeared after signing the documents last night.

Han Song had often been mistreated by Mo Wanqing and the general manager, Duan Zhengfeng.

Today, he had finally turned the tables.

The moment he became the chairman, he called Duan Zhengfeng directly.

He fired him from his position and did not compensate him a penny.

He had someone tamper with Duan Zhengfeng's work, and now he was using it to blackmail Duan Zhengfeng.

Having dealt with the general manager's arrogance, now he wanted to deal with the former chairman's!

"Mo Wanqing? She's no longer in Binlai City," said Norman, without even looking up.

"Ah! Not in Binlai City..." Hearing this from Norman, Han Song felt a bit disappointed.

After all, he still wanted to teach Mo Wanqing a harsh lesson.

Otherwise, he couldn't dispel the resentment he had harbored against her over the years.

Just as Han Song was about to say something, suddenly, a frantic figure rushed into the finance department.

"Uncle, help! There are troublemakers here!" Seeing Han Song, Han Dawei immediately started running.

He didn't dare look back, fearing that Xia Liu might suddenly attack him.

Now he had the courage to confront Xia Liu because Norman was present.

He had heard that Norman's two bodyguards were very formidable.

Apparently, they were even former Navy Seals, a breed apart from the rest.

With these two bodyguards present, there was no way he needed to be afraid of Xia Liu.

"Who dares to cause trouble in the company!" Hearing about the trouble.

Han Song's eyelids started twitching.

He was afraid that Mo Wanqing would come back to seek revenge.

Over the years, Mo Wanqing had built up too many connections in Binlai City.

She had also taught herself law, was adept with contracts, and if she had left any loopholes, then the agreement to transfer the company would have been signed for nothing.

What he had obtained would turn to dust.

And his whole career would dissipate.

"It's a relative of Mo Wanqing, who owns a company in some county," Han Dawei quickly explained before Xia Liu arrived.

"A relative has a company in some county, and with just that kind of support, he dares to make trouble in my company?" Han Song was a bit surprised.

But after thinking about it, he understood.

As relatives who depended on Mo Wanqing, they were bound to be upset about the company's transfer.

When Xia Liu showed up in the finance department, Han Song sighed deeply with relief.

Because Xia Liu was too young—young people, after all, are full of fire and seeing their relative transfer a company, cutting off their benefits, would naturally bring them running over.

"Are you Han Song?" Xia Liu glared at Han Song, his cold words freezing the entire scene.

"Hmm? Quite powerful!" The two bodyguards felt the energy in Xia Liu's words, exchanged glances, and murmured softly.

"Heh, young man, you should watch your tone. Your relative transferred the company to me willingly, so there's no need to look at me like that," said Han Song, now the chairman of Wanqing Group.

Vision expanded, he couldn't tolerate a young person like Xia Liu.

"I just want to ask about one thing—where's Aunt Qing?" Xia Liu asked coldly.

"If you want your Aunt Qing, get down on your knees first," Han Song shouted fiercely, seeing that Xia Liu's attitude was still cold.

"You like kneeling so much? Like how you're kneeling to the white-haired guy beside you?"

"What did you say! Mr. Norman is not someone you can insult!"