Invincible Divine Doctor of the Beautiful Lady
Chapter 89 - 89 87 Highway Battle

89: Chapter 87 Highway Battle 89: Chapter 87 Highway Battle “Brother Tangyu, there’s still plenty of time.

How about I take you home first?” Wang Dazhuang said.

Tangyu waived his hand at him and said, “No need, you go back to the company.

Aren’t you treating everyone to dinner tonight?

I won’t be able to make it today, so please apologize to everyone on my behalf.

I’ll be fine on my own.”

Wang Dazhuang pursed his lips, clearly disappointed, but nodded and said, “Alright, Brother Tangyu, I know you’re going to accompany a beauty, so I won’t force you.

Looks like next time you’ll have to host, to make sure you show up.”

Tangyu rolled his eyes at Wang Dazhuang, but couldn’t deny it; he really did need to go back and keep Lin Feifei company, otherwise he’d feel a bit guilty.

Plus, he hadn’t come home last night, so he was worried something might happen to Lin Feifei’s health and he felt somewhat uneasy.

Seeing that it was just past three o’clock and there was no rush to return, Tangyu strolled aimlessly through the streets.

Since arriving in Donglin City, he had never really taken the time to properly explore it.

Compared to the paradise-like Ghost Doctor Valley, if that place was an “Immortal Realm,” then this place was a “heaven on earth.” Perhaps deep down, Tangyu was someone who couldn’t stand loneliness and mediocrity, so he preferred the lively life of Donglin City, with its bright lights, bustling crowds and the true essence of life.

It was unlike Ghost Doctor Valley, where aside from the master, everyone else treated him as if he were an Immortal.

Ordinay and mundane, that’s what real life is.

“If I never go back, I wonder if the master would come after me?” Tangyu suddenly chuckled, thinking to himself.

After all, he was the master’s only Disciple, and without him, his old man would probably be one lonely soul.

Crack—

Shriek—

While Tangyu was lost in thought, a series of ear-piercing sounds suddenly rushed toward him.

He glanced over and saw a car speeding down the road in a frenzy, completely battered.

Chasing closely behind was a police car in relentless pursuit.

Vehicles on the road scattered to avoid it, and the pedestrians on the sidewalk screamed in terror, scrambling to safety for fear of being caught in the chaos.

The scene on the road was instantly thrown into confusion, with noise erupting everywhere, and even some cars ended up on the sidewalk, crashing into poles.

This kind of thrilling scene was something he had only seen on TV before; he had never expected to witness it in real life.

Tangyu saw the two people in the car, with their ferocious looks and eyes full of vicious intent, driving as if they had nothing to lose.

What’s more, Tangyu noticed guns in their hands.

Shifting his gaze to the pursuing police car, he raised an eyebrow when he saw Song Qingyu inside.

She was alone, chasing the two armed criminals—such bravery was commendable.

Tangyu shook his head.

Encountering such a situation, he naturally had to intervene, especially since an old friend, Song Qingyu, was involved.

Without hesitation, Tangyu picked up a pebble and flicked it toward the car’s tires in front of him.

The stone shot out of his hand like a bullet, its speed frightening.

In an instant, it precisely struck the tire, resulting in a ‘bang’ as it exploded.

With the tire burst, the car immediately lost balance, twisting like a snake before crashing into a pole with a billow of white smoke.

Song Qingyu, driving the police car, screeched to a halt.

She seemed unaware that the two criminals in front had guns, and she jumped out of her car and charged forward.

Seeing the two criminals exit the car with guns, Tangyu didn’t hesitate and rushed toward Song Qingyu.

As she approached and saw the criminals wielding guns and firing at her, a shade of pale horror crept over her otherwise stoic face.

She hurriedly drew her gun and took cover.

However, it was obviously a little too late.

Biting her lip with determination to face injury, Song Qingyu sprinted toward a car parked nearby for cover, pulling her gun out to return fire.

“Bang!

Bang!”

Two crisp gunshots rang out, and Song Qingyu’s eyes caught the glint of two bullets flying toward her.

At that moment, Song Qingyu felt a shadow leap towards her, enveloping and whisking her away.

She was initially startled, feeling her body lifted into the air.

When she finally saw the familiar face inches from hers, who else could it be but Tangyu?

Tangyu held Song Qingyu as they rolled to the ground, and with a forceful kick, he pushed them back several steps, landing behind a car, shielding them from the criminals’ onslaught.

“Bang bang bang!!!”

The gunshots continued, holes punctured the ground, and several shots pierced the car, shattering the glass.

By now, the surrounding pedestrians had scattered like birds, leaving the area deserted.

Holding Song Qingyu’s soft body was incredibly comfortable, especially admiring her beautiful face from such close proximity, which was intoxicating.

Even more so with Song Qingyu lying on top of Tangyu, feeling the pressure and bounce against his chest kindled an urge within him he could hardly resist.

He lowered his head, tempted to catch a glimpse, yet Song Qingyu’s uniform was too proper, revealing nothing.

It was Tangyu’s first time being pinned down by a beauty like this, feeling every detail of Song Qingyu’s weight, body, and warmth.

The sensation was so comfortable and exquisite that, even in such a dire situation, a fire grew within him, and shamefully his body responded, growing firm against her.

Temptation surged through Tangyu.

How he wished he could flip them over, pinning Song Qingyu beneath him—that must feel even more thrilling.

Song Qingyu, after her initial surprise, quickly regained her composure, although her face was tinged with several shades of blush.

This level of intimate contact was surely a first for her, feeling as if she had given her entire body to the other person.

Moreover—she naturally felt Tangyu’s thing pressing against her, making her somewhat uncomfortable.

However, she knew this wasn’t the time to get angry or make a fuss about it, understanding that if it hadn’t been for Tangyu’s dive to save her, she could have been hurt by now.

Having been at the police station for several years, Song Qingyu had been through many battles, but fortunately, she had never been injured.

If a woman got injured, it could cause a lot of trouble, as a scar would be a lifelong mark that couldn’t be erased.

Women are naturally vain about their appearance, and Song Qingyu was no exception.

If she were left with an indelible scar, it wouldn’t be desirable for her.

So, deep down, Song Qingyu felt very grateful that Tangyu had once again saved her.

“Bang bang bang!!!”

The sound of gunfire was getting closer.

Song Qingyu’s complexion returned to normal, and she quickly got up from Tangyu’s body and moved to the back of the car, grabbing her gun with both hands as her gaze slowly shifted.

It’s boring when a person is lying on the ground doing nothing, so Tangyu also got up and moved next to Song Qingyu, his body pressing directly against hers.

Shoulder to shoulder, this feeling was truly wonderful.

Tangyu couldn’t help but fall in love with this sensation.

Watching the way Song Qingyu held her gun, there was an unusual beauty to it.

It made him think that no wonder so many people like the seduction of uniforms.

Song Qingyu, in her current state, was indeed filled with allure and a unique charm.

Women are indeed the favored creatures of heaven, the best gift given by the heavens to men.

A beauty, no matter the circumstances, will never diminish her beauty; it will only add to her allure.

“Bang bang bang!!!”

Song Qingyu suddenly fired three shots, and immediately, the criminals returned fire.

For a moment, the situation became a stalemate.

Outnumbered and unprepared, their opponents did not want to drag out the fight, since that would mean more police would arrive.

So the enemy wanted a quick battle, and it was a hard fight.

Without preparations, Song Qingyu only had the bullets in her gun, and the situation was quite pessimistic.

“Team leader Song, do you need my help?” Tangyu suddenly asked.

Song Qingyu didn’t turn back or speak.

“I’m serious.

You’re in a bad spot right now.

The two guys have split up and are closing in.

You won’t manage both of them alone,” Tangyu said.

“Shut up, don’t talk,” Song Qingyu coldly snapped without looking back.

Tangyu curled his lips.

This beauty was really not approachable, was she?

He was trying to help her, and she didn’t appreciate it.

If it were someone else, he wouldn’t have bothered.

But Tangyu shook his head; if he didn’t take action now, Song Qingyu would genuinely be in danger.

It would break his heart if this beautiful woman got shot.

Suddenly, Tangyu snatched the gun from Song Qingyu’s hand, and with a swift motion, he pounced out like a leopard.

This unexpected twist left Song Qingyu somewhat dumbfounded.

She only felt a lightness in her hand as an irresistible force flashed by, and the gun slipped from her grip.

Looking up, she saw Tangyu had already charged out with the gun.

Song Qingyu quickly recovered, anger mixing with frustration.

How could this bastard be so reckless?

Was he no longer concerned for his life?

However, soon after, eight successive shots rang out, so close together it felt like there were no breaks between them.

After the gunfire, two men’s screams followed; by their cries, she could tell that they were the voices of the two criminals.

Song Qingyu was taken aback; had Tangyu hit those two criminals?

Her eyes widened in astonishment as she looked at Tangyu, her expression filled with amazement.

“How is this possible?

Even shooting blanks wouldn’t have a gap so small between two shots, how did he do it?” What shocked Song Qingyu even more was this fact.

A pistol isn’t a submachine gun; there’s a buffer time with a pistol that doesn’t allow for continuous firing without breaks.

Anybody familiar with guns should know this.

But the eight shots she had just heard seemed almost continuous, as though fired from a submachine gun, which she found incomprehensible.

As she puzzled over this, Tangyu turned around and smiled at her, “It’s all set, you can come out now.”

Song Qingyu hesitated for a moment before standing up and stepping out, only then clearly seeing that both criminals were lying in puddles of blood, howling in pain.

Neither man was dead, but both had been shot in their arms and legs, rendering their limbs immobile.