Invincible Little School Doctor
Chapter 847 - 847 846 With Such a Wife What More Could a Husband Ask For

847: Chapter 846: With Such a Wife, What More Could a Husband Ask For?

(2 in a row) 847: Chapter 846: With Such a Wife, What More Could a Husband Ask For?

(2 in a row) His eyes were playful, showing no regard for the assassin before him.

Great opportunity!

Seeing the distance between himself and Ye Haochuan, the assassin’s eyes suddenly burst with a vicious gleam.

From nowhere, he drew a dagger and stabbed towards Ye Haochuan’s throat.

Swish~!

The dagger, gleaming coldly, was like a venomous snake hissing its tongue.

Ye Haochuan still remained motionless, arms crossed, while the assassin revealed a smug smile, thinking Ye Haochuan was scared into idiocy.

Just as Ye Haochuan was about to meet his demise at the hands of the assassin, the latter abruptly found that his dagger could not advance an inch further.

For no apparent reason, Ye Haochuan lazily extended two fingers and casually clamped the dagger between them.

“Damn it!

So damn arrogant!” The assassin cursed in his heart, forcefully trying to cut off Ye Haochuan’s two fingers.

To his disbelief, no matter how hard he tried, the dagger seemed rooted in place, unmovable.

Is this kid a monster?

Such incredible strength!

At this point, panic began to set in the assassin’s heart.

But his professional composure allowed him to quickly regain calm, abandoning the trapped dagger.

He leaped up, attempting to smash a kick into Ye Haochuan’s head.

Whoosh!

The kick, fueled with formidable strength, even whipped up a fierce Gang Wind in the air!

Ye Haochuan chuckled and with a sharp flick of his hand, the dagger trapped between his fingers shot out like a bullet, ‘zipping’ through the air and piercing the assassin’s right leg.

The intense pain rendered him unable to hold his airborne posture, and he crashed heavily onto the ground.

“Agh!” A guttural roar escaped his lips as the assassin rapidly removed the dagger, then sprinkled some medicinal powder over his wound, quickly binding it.

The whole action took no more than five seconds, indicating the assassin indeed had quality skills!

However, against Ye Haochuan, even if he were the King of Assassins, he stood no chance of escaping unscathed.

“Spill it.

Who hired you?

Speak and I might spare your life,” Ye Haochuan said with a faint smile.

“Don’t even dream of it!” The assassin looked pretty resilient, his will extremely firm.

Ye Haochuan spread his hands with a helpless expression: “Is that so?

Then there’s nothing to discuss?”

Having said that, he suddenly moved, transforming into a blur.

By the time the assassin reacted, he was already in Ye Haochuan’s grasp, as helpless as a chick.

“What are you trying to do?” The assassin was shocked, finding himself bereft of strength, as if the Mingmen Acupoint had been seized.

Ye Haochuan chuckled lightly, resting the dagger he had picked up against the assassin’s throat: “Speak, or die.”

“Just kill me.” The assassin looked disdainfully at Ye Haochuan, eyes tightly shut.

Unexpectedly firm was the assassin’s will.

Ye Haochuan tossed aside the dagger, mocking, “There’s a saying, ‘death is better than life’, because sometimes living is the worst fear!”

“What do you want to do?!” The assassin’s eyes widened with alarm upon hearing that.

Death was not feared in his profession, but he dreaded being tortured by Ye Haochuan before dying.

“Don’t worry, you’ll be so thrilled you won’t manage to breathe!” Ye Haochuan laughed wickedly, with several Silver Needles appearing in his hand, swiftly embedding into the assassin’s Acupoints.

Immediately after, Ye Haochuan removed the Silver Needles.

“What have you done to me?” the assassin bellowed, feeling a numb and then increasingly hot sensation over his body.

“I’ve just amplified the nerves that feel pleasure in your body!

In about a minute, every touch will bring intense pleasure.”

Ye Haochuan chuckled and threw him to the ground.

The assassin smirked disdainfully, having endured rigorous ordeals; what could Ye Haochuan’s tortures amount to?

But after a minute, his expression changed drastically.

For some reason, the assassin found himself feeling an unendurable itch!

This itching sensation was comfortable yet unbearable.

“Damn it!

What have you done to me?” The assassin roared furiously.

“How is it?

Feeling good?

Will you talk or not?” Ye Haochuan smiled sinisterly.

“Don’t even think about it!

Uh…” The assassin shouted angrily, unable to bear the torture, passing out.

Sheesh, can’t he hold up a little longer?

Ye Haochuan pondered briefly, not wanting to waste time, and directly employed the Ghost Escape Technique to search the assassin’s memory.

Despite not finding the desired information, he wasn’t left empty-handed; at least he learned that the person belonged to an organization named Skywolf Kill.

“Skywolf Kill, never heard of it.” Ye Haochuan muttered, deciding to have Dragon Network secretly investigate.

After having been dealt with by Ye Haochuan and having his memories forcibly searched, the assassin was killed with a blaze.

Concerned there might be more than one assassin lurking around, Ye Haochuan quickly left the rooftop, rushing towards the hiding place of Su Yingxue.

The bustling pedestrian street below showed no signs of disruption, still bustling with people milling about.

Only when he saw Su Yingxue unharmed did Ye Haochuan finally breathe easy.

“Are you alright?!” Upon seeing Ye Haochuan, Su Yingxue immediately threw herself into his arms, her delicate face full of concern.

Seeing her reaction, Ye Haochuan felt a tinge of guilt, tenderly stroking her waist: “Don’t worry, I’m fine, sorry to have worried you.”

“It doesn’t matter, as long as you’re safe,” Su Yingxue shook her head and nestled into Ye Haochuan’s arm with a coquettish laugh.

With a wife like this, what more could a husband ask for?

Looking at Su Yingxue’s delightfully smiling face, Ye Haochuan’s mood inadvertently brightened, and he playfully nudged her delicate nose, saying, “Thirsty, huh?

Let’s go get something to drink.”

“I also want ice cream!” Holding Ye Haochuan’s hand, Su Yingxue bounded along, seeming very happy.

Despite the encounter with the assassin, their mood was unspoiled.

Su Yingxue, holding onto Ye Haochuan, picked out several sets of clothes for him.

Though not particularly expensive, they were much nicer than what Ye Haochuan had previously worn, and he looked rather pleasing in them.

After a full evening of shopping and dining, Ye Haochuan finally walked her home.