Rural Doctor Enters the City: Whoever Touches My Wife, I’ll Take Them Down!
Chapter 625

Chapter 625: 625

Zhou Yu’s eyebrows raised.

The kid was pretty arrogant.

He stepped forward and came in front of Kang Heng.

"Oh, really?"

"Try and touch me, I dare you."

"Alright, as you wish."

Kang Heng raised his hand and slapped towards Zhou Yu.

The slap was fast as lightning, with astonishing power, and, at the same time, a strong aura emanated from his body.

This Kang Heng turned out to be an Innate realm martial artist.

To have such cultivation at this age, he obviously had exceptional talent.

However, Zhou Yu’s move was faster, lightning-fast, and he instantly grabbed Kang Heng’s wrist.

No matter how Kang Heng struggled, Zhou Yu’s hand was firm like an iron hoop, unmovable.

Kang Heng’s face immediately changed.

At that moment, Zhou Yu said with a faint smile.

"Try harder."

"What, didn’t have your milk?"

"Fuck your mother!"

Kang Heng was furious and raised his foot to kick.

However, before his foot could lift, he felt an immense force in his wrist, a force so great it nearly crushed his bones.

"Ah—"

Kang Heng let out a miserable scream, his body went limp, and he fell to his knees before Zhou Yu.

At this, the several people seated around sprang to their feet.

Especially the guy in the middle.

His eyes narrowed, and he looked at Zhou Yu with a chilly tone.

"Let him go!"

Zhou Yu said indifferently:

"And who are you to order me around?"

"And what if I don’t?"

Upon his words, the girl beside him, the one who had spoken to Zhao Fei’er earlier, immediately scolded him.

"Kid, you better listen to Young Master Zhu. Otherwise, your end will be miserable."

Young Master Zhu?

Zhao Fei’er quickly moved up to Zhou Yu and whispered:

"Zhou Yu, this is the guy who’s been pestering me, named Zhu Hongzhe."

"His family seems to be from Shanghai, having clout in both black and white, the kind that reaches to the heavens."

"Can you handle it?"

"If you can’t, just take me and run."

Although Zhao Fei’er kept her voice very low, Kang Heng heard it and, enduring the pain, shouted:

"Young Master Zhu, they’re planning to run!!!"

"Run?"

Zhu Hongzhe’s expression remained calm.

"Without my command, no one can leave."

After speaking, he looked at Zhou Yu, his voice cold.

"I’ll say it one last time."

"Let go of him."

Zhou Yu’s mouth curled up slightly, and he tightened his grip on Kang Heng’s wrist just a bit.

Crack!

Kang Heng’s wrist was directly broken by Zhou Yu.

"Ah—"

Kang Heng let out a piercing scream.

Zhou Yu said flatly:

"This is the lesson for drugging the drink."

After speaking, Zhou Yu kicked Kang Heng in the chest, sending him rolling across the ground.

This completely infuriated Zhu Hongzhe.

He snorted coldly.

"You’re asking for death!"

"Si Long, take action, cripple him."

As Zhu Hongzhe’s words fell, from a corner behind him, a shadow swiftly leaped forward, throwing a punch at Zhou Yu.

Zhou Yu frowned and immediately countered with a punch.

Bang!

With a muffled thud, Zhou Yu’s eye twitched as he staggered a step backward.

At the same moment, a man with dyed blond hair appeared before him.

Zhou Yu slowly raised his hand and saw two gashes on the back of his hand.

Blood was gushing out profusely.

A cold flicker passed through Zhou Yu’s eyes as he looked at the blond man.

The blond man revealed a sinister smile and shook his fist at Zhou Yu.

On his fist were a pair of golden knuckle dusters, equipped with barbs.

These knuckle dusters, having clearly reached the level of divine weapons, were actually able to wound Zhou Yu, even with his Innate Golden Cauldron Technique.

This time, Zhou Yu had been careless.

At the same moment, Zhao Fei’er was also terribly frightened.

Zhou Yu had always been invincible in Zhao Fei’er’s heart.

But she never expected that Zhou Yu would be injured in just one exchange.

Her face turned deathly pale as she hurried over and grabbed Zhou Yu’s hand.

"Zhou Yu!!!"

"Your hand..."

"Don’t worry, I’m fine," Zhou Yu reassured her.

Si Long let out a cold laugh.

"Fine?"

"Give you three seconds. If you don’t kneel down and apologize to Young Master Zhu, I’ll make sure you suffer on the spot."

Zhao Fei’er’s face changed as she quickly looked at Zhu Hongzhe.

"Young Master Zhu, everyone had a bit too much to drink today and got a bit impulsive. If you let us go now, I will invite you out for a meal another day to apologize. How does that sound?"

Seeing Zhao Fei’er actually begging someone for his sake, Zhou Yu immediately tried to stop her.

But Zhao Fei’er firmly held him back, not allowing him to move.

Zhou Yu was caught between laughter and tears.

At a crucial moment, this girl truly showed no fear.

However, with someone like Zhu Hongzhe, a spoiled second-generation rich kid, the more you begged, the more excited he likely became, and the more he would take advantage.

As expected, Zhu Hongzhe let out a cold laugh.

"Fei’er, Kang Heng is my friend, and yet this punk broke his arm. If I let you two go just like that, where would the Zhu Family’s face be?"

"You can leave, but only if you finish this bottle of alcohol, then I’ll let you go."

Zhu Hongzhe tilted his head up and pointed to the bottle on the table.

Zhao Fei’er’s expression turned ugly.

Setting aside whether there was something wrong with the alcohol.

Even if it was fine, after drinking such a large bottle, she’d probably be dead drunk; could she even leave then?

"Young Master Zhu, I... I can’t drink that."

"Can’t drink?"

Zhu Hongzhe scoffed.

"Then don’t blame me for being ruthless."

"Today, neither of you is going anywhere."

At his words, Long Yi took a step forward.

Crack!

He crushed the floor of the bar with one foot, the sight of which made Zhao Fei’er tremble from head to toe.

"Wait a second..."

"I... I... I will drink!"

Backed into a corner, Zhao Fei’er had no choice but to agree.

But at that moment, Zhou Yu’s hand reached out, wrapped around Zhao Fei’er’s waist, and with a slight pull, he brought her close to his side.

"Fei’er, there’s no need to humble yourself to these scum."

"But, you’re injured..."

However, before she could finish, Zhou Yu waved his hand in front of her eyes.

Zhao Fei’er was stunned.

Zhou Yu’s hand had been bleeding profusely just a moment ago, and now it was perfectly fine—this was too...

"Such a minor injury healed long ago."

"Feel better now? Leave the rest to me."

Without further ado, Zhou Yu pulled Zhao Fei’er behind him.

He looked coldly at Long Yi.

"You must have been pleased with yourself for that sneak attack."

"Tit for tat, it’s only fair I return the favor."

With those words, Zhou Yu’s figure vanished from the spot.