Rustic Charm: The Doctor Immortal
Chapter 170: Don’t let me see you again

Chapter 170: Chapter 170: Don’t let me see you again

"Chen Dashan?"

The voice on the other end of the phone sounded surprised, Mao San looked at Chen Dashan with an expression that screamed "you’re dead."

The next second, Yang Fan roared: "You dog, how did you provoke Chen Dashan?"

"Do you know who he is? The new tycoon of the old district, Liu Yishou’s son-in-law. Mao San, if you want to die, don’t drag me down with you!"

Liu Yishou’s son-in-law?

Listening to the angry voice on the phone, Mao San was dumbfounded. He looked at Chen Dashan with a look that was half-smile and half-not, his lips trembling, and his back chilled.

Who in Furong County didn’t know Liu Yishou?

He was the top boss in Furong County’s underground world, no wonder that hearing Yan Shao mention Chen Dashan earlier, the name sounded so familiar. It turned out to be the son-in-law of the underground emperor who had recently stirred up the entire city.

"I..."

"I..."

Mao San felt like crying.

Looking at Chen Dashan, he bowed his head, not daring to speak. The few hooligans lying on the ground were even quieter, not daring to make a sound.

"Pass the phone to Chen Dashan, I need to apologize to him."

Mao San looked up at Chen Dashan, trembling, then extended his hand and said: "Brother Chen, my brother wants to say a few words to you."

Seeing that Chen Dashan had no intention of taking the phone, Mao San appeased: "My brother is Yang Fan, you should know him."

Yang Fan?

Chen Dashan remembered, that night when he and Liu Qianqian went to the Golden Palace, Liu Qianqian had a friend named Yang Fan, who had left his number then.

The circle in Furong County was small; some face had to be given.

Thinking of this, Chen Dashan took the phone. On the other end, Yang Fan spoke very respectfully: "Brother Chen, it’s all my fault. I didn’t manage my men well and caused trouble for you."

"How about this, when you have time, I’ll personally apologize to you in person."

"Mao San has been with me for a few years. He’s not bad, just a bit slow-witted. But Brother Chen, you beat him if you need to; scold him if you have to. I have no complaints."

Chen Dashan responded dismissively and hung up the phone.

Mao San was so scared his limbs were stiff.

Still let him be beaten?

With Chen Dashan’s level, Mao San couldn’t take a couple of hits from him. What to do now?

Thinking of this, Mao San’s eyes shifted, and he quickly knelt on the ground, begging for mercy: "President Chen, it wasn’t me who wanted to go against you, it was Yan Shao, the young master of the Yan Family. He offered ten grand for us to teach you a lesson, then planned to play the hero rescuing the beauty himself."

"Yan Shao?"

Qin Xuan was startled to hear Yan Shao’s name, then her face filled with rage. "That despicable person, so shameless. Only he could come up with such a disgusting plan."

"And that’s not all. He ordered us to maim you and ruin your face..."

Mao San’s voice grew softer and softer. Qin Xuan was so angry that she was shaking all over. She hadn’t expected Yan Shao to be so vicious; merely because she liked Chen Dashan instead of him, he was going to cripple Chen Dashan.

If it weren’t for Chen Dashan being strong and having connections, there’s no telling what would have happened today.

Qin Xuan’s face turned red, and her breathing became heavy, her high chest rising and falling.

"I...I really didn’t lie. I have no personal vendetta against President Chen. Why would I court death? It was all Yan Shao..."

At a critical moment, Mao San cared nothing for the code of honor in the martial world; self-preservation was the priority.

After all, considering Chen Dashan’s power, even his brother Yang Fan had to respect Chen Dashan and wanted to curry favor with him. Yan Shao was just a rich man, and their relationship was strictly business. Mao San knew which side was heavier.

Seeing Mao San kneeling on the ground and looking like a lapdog, Chen Dashan impatiently said: "Get lost!"

"Don’t let me see you again."

"Yes, yes, yes!"

Mao San scrambled up from the ground, supported by a few of his men, and fled with his tail between his legs.

Bypassers on the food street looked at Chen Dashan and Qin Xuan with horror. Some young women even gazed at Chen Dashan with admiration. Qin Xuan clung tightly to Chen Dashan’s arm, her face full of admiration: "Brother Dashan, I didn’t expect you to be so formidable."

"Besides medical skills, what else can you do?"

...

"What’s happening?"

"Why is it so quiet?"

"Could that idiot Mao San have killed Chen Dashan?"

Yan Shao got out of the car, stood on the roadside smoking a cigarette, craning his neck to look towards the milk tea shop. The scene that had been so intense just now was suddenly silent while he took a phone call.

Strange.

"It’s fine if he’s dead. With the power of the Yan Family, who can touch me?"

Yan Shao pressed the cigarette butt against the curb with satisfaction, and just as he was about to rise, a force suddenly slammed into him from behind, sending his body flying a few meters forward.

Like a dog eating shit, Yan Shao’s face hit the ground, grazing heavily on the asphalt road.

"Screech..."

"Screech!"

"Beep beep beep beep!"

The screeching sound of urgent brakes, and the panicked honking, the screaming wind of speeding cars brushed past his ears, terrifying Yan Shao out of his wits.

Propping himself up with his hands, he kept crawling backward, completely losing the appearance of the gallant young master he once was.

Pale-faced and drenched in cold sweat.

A warm sensation spread in his crotch; Yan Shao had pissed himself. When he regained his senses and saw Chen Dashan standing by the roadside, he immediately understood it was Chen Dashan’s doing.

Yan Shao angrily got up, striding towards Chen Dashan.

"You dog, you almost killed me..."

Before he could finish speaking, with a crisp "Slap!" he was struck across the face, his head buzzing and vision blurring.

Chen Dashan coldly said: "Watch your mouth!"

"That was just a lesson. If you really want to die, I can fulfill your wish."

Yan Shao regained his senses, anger rising violently in his chest. He almost exploded in fury. Chen Dashan had tried to kill him and slapped him in front of Qin Xuan. This bastard.

Kill him!

Yan Shao’s eyes were bloodshot as he roared: "You dog, do you know who I am?"

"With a single finger, the Yan Family could crush a country bumpkin like you."

"Slap!"

Chen Dashan slapped him hard again, and Yan Shao, in disbelief, realized the country bumpkin was truly unafraid of the Yan Family.

Seeing him stare in shock, Chen Dashan calmly said: "Watch your mouth. Didn’t your dad teach you how to speak nicely?"

"Yan Shao, you really disgust me!"

Qin Xuan coldly spoke, looking at Yan Shao with disdain. Seeing his swollen cheeks like a pig’s head, utterly humiliated, combined with the urine stains on his pants and the accompanying stench, Qin Xuan frowned in disgust and moved back a step.

Seeing this, Yan Shao’s resentment towards Chen Dashan intensified. He climbed into his car and sped away.

...

Watching the rear of the Mercedes van, Qin Xuan frowned and said: "Yan Shao is a vengeful, petty man. He is not scary, but Yan Dazhi, his father, who dotes on him as his only son. Today, you hit him, the Yan Family will surely not let this slide."

Seeing Qin Xuan frown with worry, Chen Dashan nonchalantly said: "No matter!"

"He’s just a clown. If the Yan Family dares to come, I’ll be ready anytime!"