Medicine Martial Prodigy
Chapter 215 He is Qin Chuan

Chapter 215: Chapter 215 He is Qin Chuan

"No, don’t touch me!"

Song Yan, groggy, saw Wang Song approaching her, bit her tongue, and struggled to maintain the last bit of consciousness.

But the effect of Tianma Powder was too strong, and all she wanted to do was close her eyes.

At this moment, when Wang Song looked at Song Yan, there was not a trace of lust, only endless rage. Through gritted teeth, he said, "It’s all because of you, you wretch. If it weren’t for you, how would I have encountered such a calamity?"

This is human nature!

He would not consider that the calamity before him was brought upon by himself; instead, he blamed the person he had harmed.

If there had been time, he would have killed Song Yan right then.

But killing her now would make it even harder to cover up the truth. No matter how much he hated Song Yan, he could only take her to the underground chamber first.

Meanwhile, the Song Family’s motorcade was getting closer to Number Thirteen Rose Garden.

Song Jie clenched his fists, his eyes full of intense worry.

Song Yan was his sister, the woman he was willing to protect with his life, and now her fate was uncertain. His heart was filled with both concern and fear.

"Hurry up! Faster!"

Song Qingshan also urged the driver.

Even though the car was already speeding towards Rose Garden Villa, Song Qingshan still felt it was too slow.

Three minutes later, with the screech of tires, a dozen of the Song Family’s cars stopped at the entrance of Villa Number Thirteen Rose Garden.

"Wang Song, come out here!"

Song Jie charged into the villa first, yelling loudly.

The martial artists from the Song Family quickly surrounded the entire villa.

"Elder Young Master Song!"

Just then, Wang Song, clad in a robe, walked out from a room. Seeing the martial artists standing beside Song Jie, he was filled with trepidation.

Still, he feigned surprise and asked, "Elder Young Master Song, why have you come to my place so late?"

"Slap!"

Before the words had left Wang Song’s mouth, Song Jie was already in front of him, grabbing him by the neck and lifting him into the air.

Wang Song’s face was stricken with terror, his body suspended, legs flailing in a struggle.

His breath was completely cut off; the growing sensation of suffocation made him feel like he was about to die.

"Hand over my sister, or I will kill you right now!"

As Wang Song’s eyes began to roll back, Song Jie shook his arm, and Wang Song’s body smashed heavily against the wall, then tumbled to the ground.

Wang Song felt as if all his internal organs had shifted from the impact, but being able to breathe again gave him a glimmer of hope for life.

"I, I don’t know!"

Wang Song, enduring the pain in his body, said in terror: "Elder Young Master Song, what do you mean by this?"

"Act! Keep on acting!"

With murderous intent, Song Jie glared at Wang Song and said, "Your grandfather already said my sister is here; are you still trying to hide it?"

Song Qingshan, standing by, didn’t intervene, leaving Song Jie to handle the situation. Watching Song Jie’s handling of it, he showed a satisfied expression.

Indeed, Song Jie’s test was effective. Wang Song suddenly looked incredulous, but it was only for a moment before he hurriedly shook his head and said, "Elder Young Master Song, how could your sister possibly be here?"

"This is my private villa for socializing with friends; no one from the Wang Family even knows about it. How could my grandfather possibly have said your sister was here?"

The previously terrified Wang Song was now unexpectedly calm.

He was very clear that once the truth was revealed, he would die a terrible death.

The rage on Song Jie’s face had reached its peak as he gritted his teeth and said, "It seems you have chosen the path to your own death!"

As he spoke, he moved closer to Wang Song.

At this moment, Song Jie was like a fearsome deity, emitting a terrifying aura of pressure that nearly suffocated Wang Song.

"Song, Elder Young Master Song, Miss Song truly isn’t here!"

Wang Song, supporting himself on the ground, tried desperately to retreat.

The terror on his face wasn’t feigned — he was truly very scared.

"Go to hell!"

Song Jie suddenly raised a foot and furiously kicked toward Wang Song’s head.

"Ah!"

Wang Song immediately wet himself in fright, letting out a piercing scream of terror.

"Bang!"

The next second, Song Jie’s foot skimmed past his scalp and kicked the cabinet behind him instead.

The cabinet fell apart on the spot, scattering countless valuable trinkets all over the floor.

Wang Song’s eyes widened in shock, gasping for air as endless fear filled his gaze.

And beneath him, there was now a wet patch.

A strong smell of urine pervaded the air.

Song Jie glared at Wang Song and said, "I’ll give you one last chance to hand over my sister, otherwise, my next kick won’t miss."

Although he suspected Wang Song had something to do with Song Yan’s disappearance, he had not a shred of evidence.

The kick was merely a probe, and had the angle been even slightly different, Wang Song would have met his end on the spot.

Despite his fear, Wang Song’s brain was working faster than ever as he quickly realized that Song Jie was just testing him, trying to pressure him into a breakdown.

Once he divulged the truth, Song Jie would surely kill him.

With that thought, he hastily shook his head, "Elder Young Master Song, I really don’t know anything!"

"No repentance till death! Search!"

With a wave of Song Jie’s hand, upon his command, the Song Family martial artists sprang into action.

However, they quickly disappointed him.

One after another, the Song Family martial artists returned to Song Jie’s side having completed their search, not one of them had found Song Yan, not even a clue.

By now, even Song Qingshan was beginning to doubt—could it be that Song Yan really wasn’t here?

But having searched the entire Wang Family premises, they had not found Song Yan either.

If she was not found here either, then who else would dare harm Song Yan?

"Elder Young Master Song, I’m telling the truth; Miss Song really isn’t with me."

Seeing that the Song Family members had not found Song Yan, Wang Song breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly said, "How could a small fry like me dare to touch someone of Miss Song’s stature?"

"If I really messed with Miss Song, wouldn’t that just bring a catastrophic disaster upon the Wang Family?"

Song Jie stared intensely at Wang Song, trying to detect a hint of deceit in his eyes, but he only saw genuine fear in them.

"You better not be involved, or else you will die horribly, and the Wang Family will be completely annihilated because of you!" Song Jie said, his face filled with a murderous intent.

Wang Song was secretly overjoyed, interpreting Song Jie’s words as an indication that as long as he was not connected to Song Yan’s disappearance, he would not be killed.

Wang Song promptly said, "Rest assured, Elder Young Master Song, I may be foolish, but not enough to cause the Wang Family to face annihilation."

Song Jie did not acknowledge his interjection, turning instead to look at Song Qingshan.

Song Qingshan nodded and then turned to leave.

Song Jie gestured broadly, "Let’s go!"

"Patriarch Song, please take your time!"

"Elder Young Master Song, please take your time!"

Overjoyed, Wang Song scampered after the departing Song Family members, shouting loudly.

But just then, a whiff of smoke suddenly filled the air.

Next, they saw a wisp of Qingyan, as if imbued with life, snaking into the villa.

Song Qingshan and Song Jie also noticed the Qingyan, both wearing surprised expressions.

Following that, a blood-covered figure rushed forward, chasing the Qingyan straight into the villa.

"Qin Chuan!"

Song Qingshan was taken aback, questioning if he had seen wrong, and then looked at Song Jie.

Song Jie nodded and said with surprise, "It seems to be Qin Chuan!"