Playboy: Medical and Martial Master-Chapter 136: Meeting Han Xinyue!

In the silent, deserted alley.

Yue Changlin lay on the ground, convulsing uncontrollably. His whole body emanated white smoke, and occasional sparks popped and cracked, as if he had touched a high-voltage wire. The pain he was enduring was no lighter than what Sun Zhe experienced after taking his Bone-Breaking Palm.

A moment later, a pungent burnt smell filled the air. He finally stopped convulsing when the terrifying electrical current dissipated.

"You... how did your cultivation increase so much in just a few days?"

"Could it be... you’ve reached the Great Perfection of the Golden Core Stage?"

He struggled to sit up, his eyes wide with fury and unwillingness as he glared at Sun Zhe.

Sun Zhe looked down at him, then suddenly lifted his foot and stepped on his shoulder. "Did I say you could get up?" he asked coldly.

"Get down!"

With another dull THUD, Yue Changlin was stomped back down onto the ground.

That terrifying electrical current swept through his body once again!

With his cultivation at the Middle Stage of Golden Core and his aged body, he could not resist the current at all. It was True Qi transformed into lightning—lightning formed from Pure Yang True Qi, no less.

At this moment, Sun Zhe’s heart was filled with rage. He looked at Yue Changlin as if he were a dead dog.

If killing was an option, he would slaughter this old man with his own hands!

If Yue Changlin had only come after him, Sun Zhe might not have been so ruthless. But the old man had crossed a line by threatening his family.

A moment later, Sun Zhe suddenly smelled the stench of piss and shit. It turned out Yue Changlin had been electrocuted to the point of incontinence.

Sun Zhe waved a hand in front of his nose and quickly took a few steps back. "Old man," he said with a faint smile, "I didn’t expect this would also cure your constipation."

Yue Changlin struggled to his feet again, gritting his teeth as he glared at Sun Zhe, his eyes full of unwillingness. He felt utterly powerless and unable to retaliate.

"What’s so great about a sneak attack? If you have any guts, fight me in a fair and open battle!"

Hearing this, Sun Zhe couldn’t help but laugh. "Old sir," he said mockingly, "the fact that you can say something like that just proves how naive you are. You don’t understand how treacherous the martial world can be."

Yue Changlin was rendered speechless. He suddenly recalled saying something similar to Sun Zhe that night.

Enduring the stench, Sun Zhe stepped toward him again. "Actually, I’m just very fast," he said slowly. "If you insist on calling it a sneak attack, then fine, it was a sneak attack."

"Old man, you should be able to take just a couple of hits like that, right?"

"After all, you’re at the Golden Core Stage."

"Don’t worry. We’ll take our time with this."

Yue Changlin panicked. "Don’t... Sun Zhe! Young Friend Sun, spare me! From now on, our grudge is settled!"

Sun Zhe’s face was devoid of expression. "If I had begged you for mercy like this that night, would you have spared me?"

Yue Changlin was at a loss for words. After a moment’s thought, he said, "Sun Zhe, if it weren’t for me adhering to the rules of martial artists, your family would have already been harmed!"

Sun Zhe frowned. "What do you mean by that?"

Yue Changlin hurriedly explained, "After you fled to the school that night, the Madam intended to move against your family. It was I who talked her out of it! That’s the only reason your family is safe!"

Sun Zhe asked, "Han Xinyue?"

"Yes, Han Xinyue!"

Sun Zhe chuckled. "That bitch. I’ll pay her a visit later."

As he spoke, he suddenly looked at the young man in the suit. "You, come here."

The young man shivered and walked over, trembling. "Y-Young Master Sun, what can I do for you?"

Sun Zhe said indifferently, "Beat him. Beat him until he shits himself."

"..."

「A little past eleven at night.」

On the messy bed, Han Xinyue slowly sat up. She looked at Zhou Chenhao, who was lying beside her gasping for air, her eyes filled with utter disdain.

Finished in just a few minutes again. How boring.

She rolled out of bed, walked into the bathroom, and pleasured herself for a while before changing into a sexy nightgown and leaving the room.

From the bed, Zhou Chenhao weakly asked, "Xinyue, where are you going?"

"Go back to sleep. The company keeps you busy enough all day. I’m just going out for some fresh air."

"..."

A short while later, Han Xinyue arrived at the small courtyard where Yue Changlin lived. She had only been waiting for about ten minutes when Yue Changlin returned.

Seeing the old, stooped figure in the dark, she quickly rose to greet him.

"Great Tributor, I’ve been waiting for you..."

But her words caught in her throat as she stared, stunned.

She saw that Yue Changlin was bruised and battered. His entire body was scorched black, and he was so unsteady on his feet that he had to be supported through the door by a tall, handsome young man.

"Great Tributor, what happened to you?"

Yue Changlin coughed up a few mouthfuls of clotted blood. He looked up at Han Xinyue, his eyes full of helplessness and pain. He wanted to say something, but he lacked the strength to speak. After the beating Sun Zhe had given him, he felt that death would be a relief.

Han Xinyue turned to the handsome young man supporting Yue Changlin. "What happened to the Great Tributor?"

She didn’t recognize this handsome young man as Sun Zhe. The thought didn’t even cross her mind. Even if Sun Zhe were to show up, he certainly wouldn’t be helping Yue Changlin. So, she simply assumed he was one of Yue Changlin’s underlings.

Sun Zhe looked at Han Xinyue with a smirk and suddenly let go of Yue Changlin.

Yue Changlin let out a weak cry of pain and collapsed to the ground, vomiting blood.

Seeing this, Han Xinyue grew anxious. "Quick, help the Great Tributor up!"

But Sun Zhe paid her no mind. Instead, he quietly sized her up.

Lin Shuqing was right, she really is a top-tier beauty. Even though she’s in her forties, time seems to have left no mark on her face. Perhaps it was due to her cultivation, or maybe the money she spent on maintenance. Her figure and skin were like those of a young woman in her early twenties, yet she possessed a mature charm that a younger woman would lack.

"Are you deaf? I told you to help the Great Tributor up!"

When Sun Zhe didn’t move, Han Xinyue became furious. She raised her hand to slap him. In the Zhou Family, no one dared to disobey her!

However, Sun Zhe didn’t even glance at her. He casually raised a hand and caught her pristine white wrist.

"What do you think you’re doing? Are you rebelling?!" Han Xinyue snapped, yanking her hand back and glaring at him.

Without another word, Sun Zhe kicked out at Han Xinyue’s stomach.

I’ll see if she’s really the deeply hidden martial artist Lin Shuqing claimed she was.

Just as he expected! The next moment, Han Xinyue floated backward, gracefully dodging his kick with ease. An ordinary person would never have been able to dodge that kick!

Han Xinyue glared at him. "What exactly do you want?"

Sun Zhe’s lips curled into a devilish smile. He shrugged and said, "Alright, I’ll drop the act."

"You’re Han Xinyue, right? Well, I’m Sun Zhe, the one you’ve been looking for."

"Your son with Zhou Chenhao... I’m the one who crippled him."

Hearing this, Han Xinyue’s beautiful eyes widened in disbelief. Very few people knew that Zhou Xiaolong was her son with Zhou Chenhao. How could Sun Zhe possibly know?

"Kid, who are you, really?"

"I told you, I’m Sun Zhe," he replied.

Han Xinyue stared at him, her expression wary as she slowly backed away.

Sun Zhe continued, "I came looking for you tonight to settle our score once and for all. That way, you’ll stop thinking about targeting my family."

"And while I’m at it... I also came to fuck you."

"..."