Rural Doctor Enters the City: Whoever Touches My Wife, I’ll Take Them Down!
Chapter 744 ’888’ Suite!

Chapter 744: Chapter 744 ’888’ Suite!

Ou Hao’s eyes revealed surprise:

"Someone is causing trouble?"

"Who the hell has the guts to do this?"

His subordinate shook his head:

"Don’t know, it’s a young man, seems like he came for the person in ’888’ suite!"

Hearing about the ’888’ suite, Ou Hao’s expression instantly changed.

The person staying in ’888’ suite is no ordinary person.

Just moments ago, he had received a call from the Haizhou Martial Pavilion, expressing concern about the person in the ’888’ suite.

Not only that, the vice-minister of the Haizhou Martial Pavilion planned to bring a team and stay here today.

If anything happened at this time, even ten lives wouldn’t be enough for him to compensate.

"Damn it, I want to see who is brave enough to seek death here."

"Go down and check."

Ou Hao, with a grim face, stepped out of the office, went downstairs, and arrived at the reception.

The moment he came down, he saw the front desk shattered into pieces and ornaments scattered all over the floor.

More than ten security guards were lying haphazardly on the ground, groaning, turning the entire hall into a chaotic mess.

When the receptionist saw Ou Hao, she immediately pointed to Zhou Yu sitting on the sofa not far away and screamed.

"Manager, it’s him, he’s the one causing trouble here."

Ou Hao looked at Zhou Yu with a stern face and quickly recalled in his mind.

After a deliberate recollection, he was sure he had never seen this person before, and he should not be any influential individual.

This reassured him.

Ou Hao strode up to Zhou Yu and scolded unceremoniously:

"Kid, you’re the first to cause trouble here."

"How do you want to die? Say it yourself."

Zhou Yu said indifferently:

"I didn’t plan to die."

"I just want to ask, who is the young master who forced a girl to jump off the roof restaurant last night, what’s his name, and which room does he stay in?"

Ou Hao’s face darkened.

Indeed, he was here for Young Master Xiang.

Truly seeking death.

He couldn’t be bothered to waste words anymore.

He took a step back and, at the same time, waved his hand, instantly, a dark figure attacked Zhou Yu.

This person was his personal bodyguard and a highly skilled fighter hired by Dao Ge Hotel at a heavy price.

The person in the ’888’ suite was no ordinary individual, and combined with last night’s incident, which had to remain under wraps, yet this kid still dared to confront him directly, regardless of his intentions, in Ou Hao’s eyes, this kid had to die.

However, as the dark figure attacked,

Zhou Yu didn’t move an inch.

Just as the attack was about to reach Zhou Yu, he suddenly opened his mouth.

Roar—

Demonic Roar was unleashed in an instant.

Terrible sound waves, formed into a beam, shot directly at the assailant’s head.

At such close distance, with such a peculiar mode of attack, the assailant had no chance to foresee nor dodge, and in an instant, his brain was penetrated by the sonic waves of the Demonic Roar.

"Ah—"

The man let out a piercing scream, fell to the ground, curled up in agony, his body trembling.

All the while, Zhou Yu had not given the man a second look.

He strode towards Ou Hao.

And Ou Hao was stunned.

He had never imagined that his top-paid expert would be defeated just like that?

For a moment, he couldn’t even react.

And just then, a dark figure flashed before his eyes.

The next moment, his throat was seized by Zhou Yu, and then, he was hoisted off the ground.

"I’ll ask you only once, what is the man’s name, and where does he stay?"

"If you don’t speak, you die!"

A terrifying murderous intent flickered in Zhou Yu’s eyes.

At that moment, Ou Hao felt a bone-chilling cold penetrate his body, trembling his soul.

He had no doubt about the authenticity of Zhou Yu’s words.

The terrified Ou Hao blurted out involuntarily,

"His... name is Xiang Yang."

"He lives in Suite 888."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Yu nodded, then casually flung Ou Hao in front of Chen Feihu like tossing garbage.

"He’s your problem now, I’m going to check upstairs."

After saying that, Zhou Yu headed straight for the elevator.

Chen Feihu sneered and then stepped on Ou Hao’s face.

"Manager Ou, right?"

"Do you recognize me?"

Ou Hao’s eyes were smeared with blood, but he recognized Chen Feihu with one look.

"Fei... Feihu?"

"Why... are you here?"

"How come you’re here?"

Ou Hao had been too focused on Zhou Yu earlier and hadn’t noticed Chen Feihu at all.

Chen Feihu, being an overlord of the underground world in Haizhou, was certainly someone Ou Hao could not fail to recognize.

Chen Feihu sneered,

"Good that you recognize me."

"You have quite the nerve, kid, daring to go against Mr. Zhou. How does it feel?"

Ou Hao had no idea who Mr. Zhou, whom Chen Feihu mentioned, was.

He quickly responded,

"Feihu, I know your fame spreads far in Haizhou, but I must warn you, you cannot afford to provoke the person upstairs."

"Oh?"

Chen Feihu raised an eyebrow.

"Do tell, who is this person, and why can’t I provoke him?"

At this point, Ou Hao didn’t hold back and directly said,

"He is the beloved grandson of the Minister of Martial Arts in Haizhou, Master Xiang Yang."

Upon hearing this, Chen Feihu was shocked.

The beloved grandson of the Minister of Martial Arts in Haizhou?

Indeed, that was no small matter.

Seeing the change in Chen Feihu’s expression, Ou Hao immediately realized that someone like Chen Feihu, who thrived in the underworld, feared these politically powerful figures the most.

He suddenly felt emboldened and glared at Chen Feihu.

"Chen Feihu, you better release me immediately, then kneel and beg for mercy. If you behave, I might ask for some leniency on your behalf, but that young man, he must die."

Chen Feihu snapped back to reality, looked down at Ou Hao, then suddenly flashed a smile.

Smack!

Chen Feihu slapped Ou Hao across the head, causing him to howl in pain.

"Damn, giving you face?"

"And you dare to threaten me?"

"What if he is the beloved grandson of the Martial Arts Minister of Haizhou?"

"Even if his own grandfather came, I wouldn’t be afraid!"

In Chen Feihu’s mind, Zhou Yu was practically a godlike figure. Not to mention Zhou Yu’s relationship with Zhang Zheng, what did the Minister of Martial Arts matter?

Who would be afraid of whom?

...

Meanwhile.

Zhou Yu took the elevator to the top floor and arrived at the door of Suite 888.

He scanned with his Divine Sense, then frowned and without another word, kicked the door of Suite 888 open.