Urban Miracle Doctor
Chapter 156 - 156 156 Going Back with a Message

156: Chapter 156: Going Back with a Message 156: Chapter 156: Going Back with a Message The middle-aged man sized up Xiang Xiao as he spoke, issuing a lecherous chuckle, “Didn’t expect a buy one get one free deal tonight.

Young Master Chen gets to enjoy Song Yuwei, and this little chick is mine, tsk tsk, quite the looker!”

As he said this, the middle-aged man’s eyes brazenly roved over Xiang Xiao’s white shirt.

Seeing that Number 3 was unable to compete, Zhong Yuanliang initiated his Dragon Dance movement technique, rapidly closing in on the middle-aged man and chopping towards his face.

As Zhong Yuanliang’s palm wind was nearing, the middle-aged man’s expression turned solemn; he could tell that the man who had just attacked was on a completely different level from the previous one, and very likely another martial arts grandmaster!

The middle-aged man held his breath and focused, raising his hand to meet the onrushing Zhong Yuanliang.

“Boom!”

The two clashed with their palms, stirring up a dust cloud from the impact wave, shrouding the entire parking lot in smoke.

“To think he’s a martial arts grandmaster!”

Through the smoke, the middle-aged man said in disbelief, only to follow up with an excited laugh, “Never thought I’d run into such a young martial arts grandmaster.

The thrill of smothering a genius in the cradle is unparalleled.”

“Let me show you what’s called a half step to the peak…”

Zhong Yuanliang’s trembling hand couldn’t muster any strength.

He hadn’t expected that even as a martial arts grandmaster himself, he would fail to defeat the middle-aged man, let alone anticipate Chen Jingtian’s thoroughness in his arrangements, sending along a near-peak expert.

Just as Zhong Yuanliang was prepared to perish together with his opponent and allow Song Yuwei and the others to escape,

The voice of the middle-aged man abruptly stopped.

“It’s laughable for a near-peak martial artist to act as a lackey for others, especially with so much idle talk.”

As the smoke gradually cleared, Zhong Yuanliang wore a strange expression while looking at the middle-aged man opposite him.

Because, at that moment, the middle-aged man was being held aloft like a chicken, his legs frantically kicking, with his face having turned purple from asphyxiation.

And the person holding the middle-aged man was none other than Qin Han.

Qin Han looked indifferently at the man in his hand, speaking faintly.

“Qin Han!”

The moment she saw Qin Han, Song Yuwei exclaimed with joy.

She had been completely petrified just moments ago.

First, there were gunshots, then Number 3 was injured, and the fierce clash with Zhong Yuanliang had made her realize the caliber of people they were up against today.

If even Zhong Yuanliang couldn’t defeat the middle-aged man, her chances of survival today were slim.

Just as Song Yuwei was sinking into despair, Qin Han appeared.

Seeing him stand there like a deity, casually holding the middle-aged man who had just been invincible, her feelings were beyond words.

“Spare…

me,” the middle-aged man struggled in Qin Han’s grip, managing to say with difficulty.

“Snap!”

With a forceful twist from Qin Han’s right hand, the middle-aged man’s head was turned to one side, and his wide eyes did not believe until death that Qin Han would kill him without so much as a question.

Casually tossing the middle-aged man’s body to the ground, he said to Zhong Yuanliang, “Have someone clean this up.”

Having said that, Qin Han slowly walked over to the three people Zhong Yuanliang had knocked down, glanced at the trio on the ground, and said coldly, “Choose, live or die.”

The three had been completely shocked by Qin Han’s actions just now.

That was the martial arts expert assigned to protect Young Master Chen, rumored to be ascending to the martial arts pinnacle before long.

A force that could be afforded only to the Family Head and key figures in the Chen family, just taken out by Qin Han with such ease?

They had no chance to even fight back.

“We want to live, we want to live.

We were just following orders, please spare us, spare us.” The three of them immediately stood up, trembling with fear, one of them had even leaked a puddle of yellow liquid from fear.

“Go back and tell Chen Jingtian that this matter ends here.

I don’t care about his selection for Family Head, but if he targets me again, he might lose his chance before he even gets to choose.” Qin Han’s voice was somewhat icy cold, his eyes like frosty stars, tightly watching them.

“Yes…

yes, we…

we will definitely deliver the message, definitely.” The three of them stammered.

“Get lost!”

Qin Han said nonchalantly and then went over to Song Yuwei, gently helping her up and holding her hand, he said:

“It’s all right now!”

Song Yuwei felt the warmth of Qin Han’s hand and leaned against his hot chest.

She couldn’t understand, could just a product formula result in such deadly deeds?

Guns, martial artists, corpses.

They lingered in her mind for a long time.

Xiang Xiao rushed to number three’s side, knelt down nervously, and urgently asked, “Number three, are you okay?”

Number three shook his head, took out a Great Guiyuan Pill from his body and popped it into his mouth, saying, “I’m fine, thanks to Mr.

Qin’s medicine.”

That night, Qin Han and Song Yuwei did not return home, but took number three and the others to the luxurious Fortune Court No.

1 suite.

Song Yuwei, clearly shaken, clung to Qin Han as he was about to leave the bed and said, “Don’t go, I’m scared.”

Qin Han, seeing Song Yuwei looking like a frightened rabbit, withdrew his footstep that was already stepping away, gently sat at the edge of the bed, holding Song Yuwei’s hand, and softly said, “I won’t leave, I’ll stay right here with you.”

“Come…

come up here,” Song Yuwei murmured.

At that moment, Qin Han had no mindset to think more about what Song Yuwei said; he knew she was truly scared tonight, more than ever before…

Qin Han lay beside Song Yuwei, holding her tightly from behind, and soon, Song Yuwei’s even breathing could be heard.

Meanwhile, the three downstairs had no interest in admiring the luxury of No.

1 suite.

Zhong Yuanliang’s confidence was struck again.

Qin Han goes without saying, as he was a Martial Arts Grandmaster and his own uncle, someone he might not be able to face even with ten years of learning, but what about that middle-aged man tonight?

When did being a half-step from the pinnacle become so worthless?

There he was, proud of his advance toward Grandmaster status, when a half-step to the pinnacle martial artist emerged out of nowhere, and with just one move, his entire arm was rendered immovable.

Was the gap between half-step to the pinnacle and Grandmaster too big, or was he just not good enough?

Xiang Xiao did not pay attention to the dazed Zhong Yuanliang; instead, he helped number three into the guest room.

No matter how much number three tried to convince him, Xiang Xiao insisted on staying in the same room with him, eventually stating directly, “I’m scared!”

With the simple words “I’m scared,” number three’s defenses were broken, and he no longer urged Xiang Xiao to leave.

In the brightly lit hall, only Zhong Yuanliang was left, staring blankly at the ceiling.

If you looked closely, you would notice that even though Zhong Yuanliang lay motionless on the couch, there was no longer the sense of defeat in his eyes, replaced instead by a determined gaze.

And in the room, although Qin Han was holding Song Yuwei from behind, his heart could not entertain any other thoughts.

Through the moonlight, Qin Han’s bright eyes were emitting faint glimmers of cold light.

Although Chen Jingtian’s appearance was an accident, it had still hurt Song Yuwei, and Qin Han’s heart was not only filled with a trace of heartache but also with more anger.

A dragon has a reverse scale, and Song Yuwei was Qin Han’s reverse scale.