The Fortunate Demoniac Little Village Doctor
Chapter 259 - 259 258 Rascal

259: Chapter 258: Rascal 259: Chapter 258: Rascal Zhong Xiao knew these people had a strange background, but he didn’t fully understand what abilities Xue Yanqing possessed until now.

He wasn’t prepared to sit and wait for death, believing he could handle a mutated woman.

“Do you want to resist, my little sheep?” Xue Yanqing licked the blood from the scratch on Zhong Xiao’s arm off her fingernail, clearly excited by the bloodier scent of a more powerful man.

She was almost trembling now.

Zhong Xiao didn’t want to die like a verbose villain, so he agilely pulled out a gun from behind his waist and aimed it at Xue Yanqing…

but couldn’t pull the trigger!

Just when he wanted to shoot Xue Yanqing, he lost control over his own body.

“You want to kill me?

I’m so sexy and tempting, don’t you want me?

How could you bear to kill me?” Xue Yanqing stepped closer, tossed the gun from his hand aside, sniffed him like one would a fine wine, and then said, “You may not want me, but I desire you!

Don’t entertain any thoughts of resistance, your powers are no match for mine!

Let’s become one!

Hahaha…”

As Xue Yanqing spoke, her index fingernail suddenly sharpened and elongated.

Her hand slowly reached behind Zhong Xiao’s neck, her mouth parting to emit a strong bloody scent followed by a wild laugh as her finger fiercely plunged into the back of his neck.

“Bang!” A loud noise as the door to the private room was forcibly busted open.

Just as Xue Yanqing’s sharp nail touched Zhong Xiao’s skin, about to savor his warmth, her meal was interrupted by a burning slap to the face.

Like a javelin, she was flung against the wall.

“Puh!” Xue Yanqing spat blood onto the floor, feeling as though all her organs had shattered.

She stared at the man who burst in, his sharp eyes and harshly sculpted face expressing a ruthless strength that reminded her of the person Qiao Guangbi had described to her.

With difficulty, she ventured, “Liu Hun?”

Before Liu Hun could respond, the freed Zhong Xiao sprang like a falcon to his gun with the decisiveness and speed expected of a commando, and pulled the trigger aimed at Xue Yanqing’s forehead.

“Wait!” Liu Hun hadn’t expected such caliber from this man.

Originally thinking he was just a petty thug, he was shocked by such decisive action and kicked Zhong Xiao’s hand, but the bullet had already flown out a fraction of a second earlier.

“Pffft!” Xue Yanqing, severely injured, couldn’t dodge the bullet.

A small hole in the center of her forehead, her eyes conveying a mix of anger, unwillingness, and despair before her pupils dilated and she collapsed to the floor.

Liu Hun hurried to Xue Yanqing’s side, but the bullet had already penetrated her entire brain, beyond saving even by a god.

The bloodthirsty woman finally lay in a pool of dense blood as she had wished.

“Don’t move!” Zhao Mingjie, who had rushed in with Liu Hun, drew her service pistol and pressed it against the back of Zhong Xiao’s head.

Zhong Xiao was no fool; he knew that if a man could slap Xue Yanqing against the wall like swatting a fly, he was no ordinary man.

Moreover, with a pistol pressed against his head, he had to think carefully about his next move.

Watching another superpower user die before his eyes, Liu Hun felt somewhat disheartened, but fortunately, the most critical person was still alive.

He slowly sat on the sofa, eyeing Zhong Xiao as if picking cabbages for a long time, from his decisive gunplay to the aura exuding from his whole body, convincing Liu Hun he was no ordinary thug.

So, he asked, “Why did you want to kill her?”

“She wanted to kill me.

And, she’s no ordinary person,” Zhong Xiao responded to Liu Hun, then suddenly staring intently added, “Neither are you.”

Liu Hun nodded slightly, becoming more interested in Zhong Xiao and said, “Decisive actions, sharp mind, excellent analytical ability.

You’re not just anybody yourself.”

With an expressionless face, Zhong Xiao coldly told Liu Hun, “I’m a retired special forces operator.

But I’m not like you, with those special abilities.”

So, he was a retired special forces operator, no wonder he was so formidable.

Liu Hun silently thought, feeling a strong liking for Zhong Xiao, and then asked again, “You just said she wanted to kill you, why?”

Zhong Xiao met Liu Hun’s piercing gaze, feeling an invisible pressure from the man before him.

He never felt outmatched in presence before, but this time, from every aspect, he felt he had no chance and spoke truthfully, “We were both working for someone, and now that I’m of no further use, I needed to be eliminated.”

“Who?” Liu Hun immediately followed up.

“Qiao Guangbi!” Zhong Xiao answered without hesitation.

This name sent a shock through Liu Hun’s whole body—as if he’d found a pearl in an oyster, his jaw dropped.

He quickly asked, “I need to hear the specifics.”

Zhong Xiao did not hesitate to speak; he knew his life was in someone else’s hands, but what made him willing to tell all was that he felt no murderous intent from Liu Hun, which meant this man did not want to take his life.

Having heard Zhong Xiao’s words, Liu Hun finally understood the whole situation.

It was all orchestrated by the cunning old dog Qiao Guangbi, from killing Chen Yuanxin and swapping the disc to setting up the bet that trapped him, and releasing the mining news to get Li Tianyang to target Wanbao Village.

Only when peeling the skin do you see the rot inside.

Without Zhong Xiao as the lead, who knew when he’d be able to uncover this old dog Qiao Guangbi, thought Liu Hun.

However, what surprised him even more was that Qiao Guangbi actually controlled Superpower Users, and definitely more than one!

“I, Zhong Xiao, never beg anyone.

But today, I beg you, if you want to kill me, please let me see my mother one more time.” Zhong Xiao said, looking straight into Liu Hun’s eyes.

He knew this man was no ordinary person and more importantly, he felt something different about him, something substantial, something that could be trusted and even relied upon.

“Liu Hun, a farmer.” Liu Hun said as he extended a friendly hand towards Zhong Xiao, feeling that this Zhong Xiao before him could become his right-hand man, helping him achieve great things.

Zhong Xiao was slightly stunned; he had not expected Liu Hun to disclose his background so directly.

He quickly extended his hand to shake hands amicably with Liu Hun.

“Have your trusted men clean this place up.

I’ll wait for you outside the back door.

In ten minutes, we’ll go together to the hospital to visit your mother,” said Liu Hun to Zhong Xiao, patting his shoulder, then leaving the private room with Zhao Mingjie.

After a moment of astonishment, Zhong Xiao watched Liu Hun’s departing figure, his eyes reddening a bit.

Zhao Mingjie didn’t understand Liu Hun’s actions and asked him as soon as they left the room, “Are we just leaving like this?

Aren’t you afraid he might run away?

Besides, with a dead body inside, whoever takes care of it could potentially let the news leak out.”

“Xue Yanqing was likely his superior.

After killing her, Zhong Xiao can no longer go back to Qiao Guangbi.

He knows that going back means death.

You heard him; his alliance with Qiao Guangbi was for his mother’s sake.

He’s like a leaf adrift, still tied down by concerns.

Give him a rope, and he will be profoundly grateful,” Liu Hun said, smiling again as he recalled the impression Zhong Xiao had just made, “He’s not a simple man.

If he doesn’t even have one or two confidants who can handle a body….

then I’ve misjudged him.”

Although what Liu Hun said made sense, Zhao Mingjie, being a Captain, naturally resisted those who skulked in the shadows to make dirty money.

Thus, she still harbored doubts.

The two returned to the car, and right at the ten-minute mark, Zhong Xiao promptly opened the car door and sat inside, still with an expressionless face, and said to Liu Hun, “It’s taken care of.”

Now Zhao Mingjie was truly convinced of Liu Hun’s ability to grasp human nature and emotions.

Her respect and affection for Liu Hun deepened even further, and she seriously considered letting him take the lead next time.

“Which hospital?” Liu Hun asked, pressing the accelerator.

“Municipal People’s Hospital.”

Thirty minutes later, the three of them arrived at the Municipal People’s Hospital.

Outside the intensive care unit, they could clearly see through the window a row of coma patients.

Liu Hun watched as Zhong Xiao looked inside, his emotions and gaze fluctuating noticeably.

“Little Zhong, visiting your mother again, eh?

Don’t worry, your mother is fine; her condition is stable.

With such a filial son as you, she should wake up soon,” the doctor said comfortingly to Zhong Xiao before leaving.

Zhong Xiao had heard this sentence for five years now and had poured several million into her treatment, but he never thought of giving up.

“Liu Lord!” Zhong Xiao, still gazing through the window into the ICU, suddenly said to Liu Hun, “In the underworld, those who earn respect are addressed as ‘Lord.’ Today, I too will call you Liu Lord.

I’ve killed Xue Yanqing, and Qiao Guangbi will not let me off easily.

What goes around comes around.

If one day I die out there, please do me a favor.

Please ensure that my ashes and my mother’s are buried together, so I can fulfill my filial duty even in death.”

Zhong Xiao’s words made Zhao Mingjie feel sour inside; she had never respected these people, seeing them as a band of social misfits, disrupting peace and harmony.

But today, her views shifted somewhat.

Liu Hun smiled and shook his head, saying to Zhong Xiao, “I can’t help you with this request.”

Both Zhong Xiao and Zhao Mingjie were taken aback.

Zhong Xiao turned to Liu Hun and said, “Lord Liu, if it’s a matter of money, please just say so.”