Playboy: Medical and Martial Master-Chapter 113: Sun Zhe’s Fury!

As Wang Laowu finished speaking, the air fell silent.

Sun Zhe glanced at the tall, imposing thugs surrounding them, then at Leng Yueshuang’s slender waist and curvaceous figure. The thought of what they might do to her made his blood run cold.

Sigh... what a hassle.

He looked at Wang Laowu and forced a smile. "Brother Wang, can we talk?"

Wang Laowu looked at Sun Zhe with a smirk. "What, you want to get in line, too?"

Sun Zhe’s smile was strained. "Brother Wang, look, President Leng has been shot. How about you let me take the bullet out for her first? She’s already so badly injured. If you still make your hundred brothers line up... isn’t that a little too cruel?"

Wang Laowu smiled. "Back in my early days in Northern Myanmar, I saw things far crueler than this. Calling it hell on earth wouldn’t be an exaggeration. How about I send you to experience it?"

Sun Zhe ignored him, knowing any further talk was useless. He turned to Leng Yueshuang and called her by her full name, "Leng Yueshuang, I must have owed you a debt in a past life."

"If we both make it out of here alive today, you’d better start treating me nicer. No more of this ice-queen act!"

Leng Yueshuang met his gaze. "What do you mean?"

Sun Zhe said nothing more, simply helping her over to the side. "Just stay here and don’t move. Hold on for a little while. I’ll come get the bullet out after I’m done."

Things had come to this; he no longer planned to hide his true strength. Facing these ruthless, cold-blooded underground bosses, if he didn’t go all out, they were both going to die here today.

Under Leng Yueshuang’s watchful gaze, Sun Zhe strode resolutely toward Wang Laowu.

"Wang Laowu, I’m done with all this bullshit. You weren’t planning on letting either of us leave tonight anyway. I only have one thing to say... if you want to touch President Leng, you’ll have to step over my dead body first!"

Hearing his words, Leng Yueshuang’s beautiful eyes trembled. Suddenly, the man’s back seemed impossibly tall, radiating a powerful sense of security.

Wang Laowu looked at Sun Zhe, a flicker of surprise in his eyes. "Kid, I’ve got a hundred capable men here, and they’re all armed. You’re not afraid?"

As he spoke, a group of thugs surged forward, surrounding Sun Zhe.

Sun Zhe stopped and gave a bitter smile. "Afraid? Of course I’m afraid."

Wang Laowu thought for a moment. "Alright, how about this: you go and strip Leng Yueshuang naked, and I might consider letting you go."

Sun Zhe sneered, dismissing the words as utter bullshit. If he actually did that, he doubted he would ever sleep soundly again.

"My elders taught me since I was a child—you don’t have to be a good man, but you have to at least be a man. No matter what you do, you have to be able to live with your own conscience!"

Wang Laowu looked at him with something akin to admiration. "Now that’s a man!"

BZZZT!

At that moment, a blinding electrical light erupted from Sun Zhe’s body, instantly illuminating the entire warehouse. Visible arcs of lightning snaked across his skin, and a terrifying aura permeated the air.

The thugs were stunned into silence, their faces a mask of disbelief.

Staring at Sun Zhe’s back, Leng Yueshuang’s eyes widened.

Could this be... the True Qi Thunder Transformation?

At this very moment, Sun Zhe’s face, wreathed in crackling electricity, was twisted into a terrifying grimace. Every cell in his body felt as though it were on fire, the excruciating pain pushing him to the brink of collapse. But given the situation, he had no other choice. He had to risk using the True Qi Thunder Transformation, a technique he hadn’t fully mastered, to create a chance for survival.

Before the astonished eyes of the crowd, his figure blurred, and he shot directly toward Wang Laowu. He’d understood the principle of ’capture the king to defeat the army’ since he was a child. He was going straight for the top.

Empowered by the lightning, his speed was phenomenal, so fast he was little more than an afterimage. In the blink of an eye, he blew past the thugs and appeared right in front of Wang Laowu.

BOOM!

Before Wang Laowu could even react, a fist wreathed in electricity slammed into his face. With a thunderous crash, sparks exploded outward.

Wang Laowu’s body convulsed as smoke rose from the point of impact. He screamed as he was sent flying backward. Sun Zhe was on him like a shadow, closing the distance instantly and delivering a vicious kick that sent him slamming into the far wall.

After taking two devastating blows, Wang Laowu’s eyes rolled back in his head, and he passed out cold.

In the instant before his vision went black, his heart was filled with nothing but regret...

The warehouse fell silent, the only sound being the crackle of electricity.

Wreathed in terrifying lightning, Sun Zhe started walking toward Wang Laowu’s unconscious body. His eyes were filled with pure, unthinking rage, as if he’d lost his mind.

"Wait! Sun Zhe, stop!"

Just as he was about to strike again, Leng Yueshuang’s voice cut through the air.

Hearing her, Sun Zhe turned, his gaze questioning.

Leng Yueshuang bit her lip and ran toward him, positioning herself between him and Wang Laowu. "Actually, all of this tonight... it was fake. It was a play I arranged to test you."

Her words stunned him. The violent arcs of lightning enveloping his body gradually faded. "A play? A test?"

Smoke wafted from his skin, and his face was contorted in pain. He stared at the woman before him, his eyes filled with incomprehension.

A flicker of guilt crossed Leng Yueshuang’s eyes. She glanced at the thugs. "All of you, fall back. Take Laowu to the hospital."

"Yes, President Leng!"

A moment later, as the men departed, only Sun Zhe and Leng Yueshuang remained in the vast, abandoned warehouse.

"Heh... hehehe..."

Into the silence, Sun Zhe let out a strange, jarring laugh.

"Leng Yueshuang, you really know how to play games, don’t you?"

As he spoke, he glanced at her abdomen and saw no gunshot wound, only a patch of dried fake blood.

Leng Yueshuang met his gaze and said, "Sun Zhe, you passed the test."

"Did I?" Sun Zhe took a step toward her, a strange smile on his face. "So, should I be thanking you for this opportunity?"

"You... you’re angry?" For some reason, Leng Yueshuang felt a sudden stab of fear.

As Sun Zhe slowly advanced on her, she retreated instinctively until her back hit the cold concrete wall, leaving her with nowhere to run. He continued to approach, then suddenly slammed his hands against the wall on either side of her head, pinning her. Her back was pressed so tightly against the wall that she was almost on her tiptoes. Her heart pounded in her chest. "What... what do you want?"

"Leng Yueshuang!" Sun Zhe roared, and the force of it made her flinch.

His eyes were bloodshot as he glared at her, his voice a low growl. "Do you have any fucking idea how scared I was when I thought you’d been shot?!"

"I... I’m sorry. Sun Zhe, are you really angry?"

"Am I not supposed to be angry? Should I just graciously say it’s no big deal?" He suddenly grabbed her by the throat, his grip just tight enough to hold her in place. "Leng Yueshuang, I never wanted to get involved with people from the underground like you in the first place, and you pull this shit to test me? You made me almost kill someone today... Who the hell do you think you are?!"

"I’ll tell you what. I quit!"

"You really think anyone gives a damn about being your special assistant? Let someone else do it! I quit! I’m done serving you!"

"You’re always acting so high and mighty, like you’re the master of everything, but in reality, you’re just a manipulative bitch with money and power!"

"Your lackeys might kiss up to you, but I won’t put up with your shit!"

"If I decide you’re not worth my time, you’re nothing in my eyes!"

"..."

Her back flat against the wall, Leng Yueshuang stared dazedly at the furious man before her. Her beautiful eyes trembled, and tears began to well. In that moment, the imperious queen of Yang City’s underworld looked like a little lamb cornered by a ferocious wolf. She felt utterly powerless and helpless. It was the first time in her life anyone had ever dared to yell at her like this.

Seeing her pitiful expression, Sun Zhe’s anger suddenly faltered. He abruptly turned to leave.

"Forget it. I can’t be bothered to argue with you. Leng Yueshuang, do me a favor and don’t bother me again. And more importantly, don’t you dare go near my family, or I..."

Before he could finish, his eyes rolled back in his head, and he collapsed.

"Sun Zhe!" Leng Yueshuang’s expression changed dramatically. She rushed to his side to check on him. "Sun Zhe, what’s wrong?!"

"..."

A short while later, after confirming that Sun Zhe wasn’t seriously injured and had simply fainted from overexertion, Leng Yueshuang let out a long sigh of relief. Gazing at his peaceful face as he lay on the ground, she looked completely exasperated.

The rumors say that cultivating the True Qi Thunder Transformation makes one’s temper volatile and irritable. It seems they were true.

He has Pure Yang True Qi and can even use the True Qi Thunder Transformation... Sun Zhe, who on earth are you?

"..."