Peach Blossom Divine Medical God
Chapter 820 - 816 Attitude Change

Chapter 820: Chapter 816 Attitude Change

"Was it you who threw the punch?"

Zhou Qianzheng immediately turned his gaze toward Chen Yang upon hearing the voice.

A moment ago, his face had been full of arrogance, but in the next second, upon seeing Chen Yang, he looked like he’d seen a ghost, his expression changing drastically!

His face was a complicated mixture of surprise, fear, and indecision, along with sheer disbelief.

Ever since the incident last time, Zhou Qianzheng had developed a profound fear and respect for Chen Yang.

He knew of Chen Yang’s connection with Gao Ya from the Gu Family—a relationship he could never afford to provoke.

So when he spotted Chen Yang, Zhou Qianzheng immediately shrank back, but the thug next to him, Jun, hadn’t caught on yet.

Jun still thought Zhou Qianzheng’s arrival meant he had someone powerful to back him up, so his attitude grew even more brazen.

"Kid, you’ve got guts, huh? Do you even know who my young master is? Zhou Qianzheng! The eldest son of the Zhou Family! A family with huge influence. You better drop to your knees and apologize!" Jun swaggered over to Chen Yang and spoke smugly.

Afterward, he turned to look at the three women sitting on the sofa and continued, "And you three, our young master is filthy rich. Being noticed by him is your blessing. What are you still sitting around for? Come over and drink with him!"

"Hahaha, exactly! If you please our Young Master Zhou, there’ll be no shortage of cash for you girls."

"Quit playing coy! Our young master has money to burn, so get over here quickly."

As Jun spoke, the other little gang members around him laughed and chimed in sarcastically.

These delinquents had long since grown accustomed to their scoundrel ways, so none of them paid attention to Zhou Qianzheng’s increasingly sour expression.

By now, Zhou Qianzheng’s face couldn’t have looked worse.

"Ha, Young Master Zhou of the prestigious Zhou Family. Quite the big shot, huh?" Chen Yang sneered sarcastically.

Jun failed to hear the mocking tone in Chen Yang’s words and assumed he was being sincere.

Instantly, Jun’s face grew even more smug.

"Haha, naturally. My young master is the richest man in the city. Of course, he should carry himself grandly!"

Jun chuckled triumphantly, then pointed at the floor and said, "Hurry up and kneel down! Apologize to me and the young master, and maybe we’ll let you live. Otherwise, even if God himself showed up today, it wouldn’t save you."

Jun’s arrogance knew no bounds, while Chen Yang’s face remained cold, adorned with an indifferent sneer.

"Heh. Sure, being grand and prestigious is all well and good, but I’m really the type that fears nothing, especially airs of grandeur. Plus, my knees are stubborn; they don’t bend easily," Chen Yang replied.

Jun’s expression changed slightly at Chen Yang’s words.

"What, still so stubborn, huh? Knees won’t bend? Oh, I’ve got a fix for that! I’ll beat you until you’re kneeling," Jun snapped, raising his voice sharply. He then grabbed a steel pipe from one of his men and strode toward Chen Yang.

It was clear he intended to assault Chen Yang.

As Jun made his move, the men behind him instantly adopted aggressive postures.

Despite being surrounded by such a menacing crowd, Chen Yang remained utterly unperturbed.

When Jun approached, steel pipe in hand, ready to strike, Chen Yang suddenly sprang into action. Before anyone could react, he grabbed Jun by the neck and effortlessly lifted him high into the air.

Chen Yang’s swift attack took place in the blink of an eye, leaving everyone stunned to the point they couldn’t even see how he had acted.

"Ah—what are you doing?! Our young master already gave you a chance; don’t be ungrateful!"

Suspended in midair, Jun panicked instantly, thrashing about wildly in a futile attempt to escape. But he couldn’t budge an inch under the vice-like grip of Chen Yang’s hand.

Chen Yang’s palm was like a steel clamp, choking out any struggle.

"Ungrateful? No, I think you’ve got it wrong. You’re the one who doesn’t know your place!" Chen Yang said coldly, then raised his other hand and began slapping Jun’s face.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

Chen Yang alternated between slaps, landing dozens of them within mere seconds.

Just moments ago, Jun had been overly confident—now his face was swollen and bloodied, resembling a grotesque pig’s head. The sight of him was unbearably pathetic.

When Chen Yang deemed the punishment sufficient, he disdainfully hurled Jun to the side like a discarded sack of trash.

All the surrounding gang members froze on the spot, stunned by what had just transpired.

After a few seconds, they finally came back to their senses, and every one of them flared up with rage, pulling out weapons to face Chen Yang.

Knives, steel pipes—all sorts of implements were brandished, escalating the tension in the room instantly.

Meanwhile, Jun, battered and bloody, crawled to Zhou Qianzheng’s feet and tearfully pleaded for vengeance.

"Young Master! You saw it, didn’t you? This guy has a death wish! You can’t let him off the hook."

"This isn’t just an insult to me; it’s a slap in your face! He’s challenging you personally!"

Jun begged as he cried, trying to persuade Zhou Qianzheng to take his side.

But Zhou Qianzheng was utterly terrified at this point. He wouldn’t dream of helping Jun.

Help him? Not a chance! In fact, Zhou Qianzheng wanted to slap Jun himself.

You idiot—of all people to provoke, you had to choose Chen Yang? Do you have a death wish?

Gulp.

Zhou Qianzheng swallowed hard, barely managing to steady his nerves, and cautiously stepped forward.

The gang members assumed Zhou Qianzheng was gearing up to order the fight.

But to their shock, Zhou Qianzheng bowed his head and began apologizing to Chen Yang.

"Ah... Brother Chen Yang, my apologies—it’s a misunderstanding! I had no idea you’d be here today, truly! Please, forgive the interruption. It has nothing to do with me... If there’s nothing serious, I’ll take my leave now."

Zhou Qianzheng hurriedly distanced himself from the situation, practically groveling with respect like a junior apologizing to a senior.

The moment Zhou Qianzheng spoke, everyone except Chen Yang was dumbfounded—including the three women on the sofa.

As for Jun, who was still sitting on the ground, the reality hit him like a thunderbolt. His expression froze completely.

He sat motionless for a long time—stunned beyond belief—before finally responding.

"Huh? Young Master? You must be joking, right? How is this unrelated?!" Jun scrambled to Zhou Qianzheng, still desperate to persuade him to take action against Chen Yang.

But Zhou Qianzheng had no intention of getting involved. He wanted nothing more than to escape the situation entirely.

"Get lost!"

Zhou Qianzheng swung a hand, slapping Jun’s face hard.

"You dare to offend my Brother Chen Yang and still have the gall to ask me for support? Do you have a death wish?"

Even after delivering the slap, Zhou Qianzheng exploded in fury, shouting angrily at Jun on the spot.

Jun was utterly stunned, clutching the cheek that had just been slapped, on the verge of tears.

"Brother Chen Yang, I truly had no idea about this situation. If I’d known you were here, I’d have taught this foolish idiot a lesson myself," Zhou Qianzheng explained urgently, terrified Chen Yang might direct his anger toward him.

Chen Yang understood that Zhou Qianzheng genuinely hadn’t been aware and was certain he wouldn’t have dared to provoke him knowingly.

Still, Chen Yang wasn’t about to let things slide completely.

"Not knowing doesn’t mean it’s all good. Look at this room—your men wrecked it. And your guy said I should kneel? You think I’m just going to forget all that?" Chen Yang crossed his arms and waited, clearly challenging Zhou Qianzheng to make amends.

Zhou Qianzheng was sharp enough to catch the cue. Immediately, he vowed to resolve the matter.

"Of course, Brother Chen Yang. I promise I’ll take care of everything for you. Please, leave it to me."

With that, Zhou Qianzheng called over a server.

"Waiter! The entire cost of this private room and everything here—charge it all to my tab."

"Ah, yes, sir!"

The server, already frightened by the chaos in the room, didn’t dare to question anything. He promptly nodded in agreement.