As the curly-haired man's eyes landed on a woman, he noticed her sitting there in a pink off-shoulder chiffon skirt. The cute and charming butterfly bow at her waist, along with the layers of lace embellishing the beautiful skirt, made her even more attractive. Her seductive red lips became especially alluring as she took a sip of her cocktail. The curly-haired man in the orange suit also picked up a cocktail and approached her with a smile. "Hello, miss. Would you like a drink?" "Ding!" The woman didn't say a word. Instead, she simply picked up the glass on the table and clinked it with the curly-haired man's glass, without uttering a single word. As if the curly-haired man had already anticipated this scene, he smiled and said, "I think you're very beautiful. If I don't get to talk to you, I'll regret it. Can I have your Facebook account?" Many of the nearby passengers secretly cursed the curly-haired man. After all, this was a beautiful woman, and they didn't expect this man to directly ask for her Facebook account. Observing the woman's seemingly unresistant expression, Christopher Yard smiled. It seemed that this guy was quite skilled at striking up a conversation. He wasn't afraid at all and showed no signs of nervousness, daring to approach and talk to the girl. However, to the curly-haired man's surprise, the woman instead revealed a faint smile and spoke three simple words: "I decline!" Upon hearing these three words, the curly-haired man's face twitched. He didn't expect to be rejected. Usually, this move of his was foolproof. "But, if you can make the person in the white T-shirt next to you show some skills, then I'll consider accepting your request." The woman in the off-shoulder chiffon skirt pointed her glass, which was originally intended to be placed next to her rosy lips, towards someone beside her. Her faint words also came out of her mouth. Christopher Yard was taken aback by her words. The person in the white T-shirt, it sounded familiar. It seemed that she was pointing in his direction. But Christopher Yard found it strange because he didn't see anyone else wearing a white T-shirt beside him.It seemed like there was no one else. Wait a minute! Wasn't that me? Christopher Yard quickly realized what was happening and looked confused. He didn't even know this woman, so why was she pointing at him? Jian Mang stood by, smiling as if she was watching a play, without saying a word. The curly-haired man in an orange suit frowned at the words, wondering what this delicate-looking punk could do. Nevertheless, the curly-haired man sneered and said, "You think you're talented? Let me show you, beauty, whether your talent or mine is greater." The curly-haired man walked slowly towards Christopher Yard and asked, "Sir, may I know what talent the young lady next to you was referring to?" Christopher Yard smiled helplessly. What talent could he possibly have? Cooking and healing, perhaps, but he didn't feel the need to mention it unless someone asked. "I'm sorry, I'm just an ordinary person. I don't really have any special talents."A hint of embarrassment appeared on the curly-haired man's face. He then coldly snorted and spun the black pen in his right hand. A small silver needle shot out from the pen like an arrow. "Whoosh!" The small silver needle emitted a faint cold light and a soft buzzing sound as it swiftly entered Christopher Yard's eyes and ears. In that instant, Christopher Yard's hair stood on end. His hand moved as well. Just as the small silver needle was about to pierce Christopher Yard's chest, his index finger and thumb caught it, and he stood before the curly-haired man. In a slightly gloomy voice, Christopher Yard said, "Couldn't you have given me a heads up before attacking?" Seeing his silver needle being caught by Christopher Yard, the curly-haired man's face immediately showed a look of astonishment. His silver needle was already incredibly fast, and hardly anyone could block it. If there was someone, then in this world, there was indeed one person who had successfully blocked his silver needle. That person was Hideyoshi Akechi, a man known as the medical immortal in Madrila. Hideyoshi Akechi had learned the flying needle technique from many famous doctors in Madrila, and he had his own unique approach to both launching and catching needles. Most people couldn't compare to him. Although Christopher Yard had never competed with Hideyoshi Akechi, he didn't have the confidence to defeat him either. Of course, that didn't mean there was no chance. The beautiful woman in the lace dress opposite, upon seeing Christopher Yard catch the silver needle of the curly-haired man in the orange suit, a faint look of astonishment appeared in her eyes. She didn't expect him to actually catch it. Seems like he's quite skilled after all! As for Christopher Yard's words, the curly-haired man in the orange suit adjusted his clothes, immediately regaining his calm voice. He didn't even look at Christopher Yard, simply saying lightly: "Apologies, I have no idea what you're talking about, sir." Christopher Yard narrowed his eyes slightly, a dangerous arc flashing through them. He didn't say anything further, but this state represented a dangerous signal.If Christopher Yard had been stabbed just now, his body would have become somewhat spastic and convulsive. As a traditional medical practitioner, Christopher Yard was well aware of this. He didn't expect the curly-haired man in the orange suit to be so heartless. Since he didn't know what was being said, there was no need to know in the future. "Whoosh!" Christopher Yard slightly deflected the small silver needle between his index and middle fingers, revealing a cold glimmer. The needle then turned into an afterimage, heading straight for the curly-haired man in the orange suit. By the time the curly-haired man reacted, he had already discovered that the silver needle had entered his body. A scream of agony immediately escaped his mouth: "Ah!" Along with the curly-haired man's scream, his body fell to the ground. He clutched the spot where the silver needle had pierced him, the expression of pain on his face becoming particularly evident."Who are you?" Upon hearing the curly-haired man's words, a slightly surprised expression appeared on Christopher Yard's face. He shrugged his shoulders, spread his hands, and spoke with a helpless tone: "Huh? Sorry, I also have no idea what you're talking about!"