Playboy: Medical and Martial Master-Chapter 43: Zhu Yan’s Tears

Following the address sent by Zhou Xiaolong, Sun Zhe quickly took a taxi to the industrial district and found the abandoned factory building.

However, upon arriving at the factory, he didn’t rush in immediately. Though he was burning with anxiety, he hadn’t lost his reason.

Since Zhou Xiaolong dared to send the address so openly, he must be fully prepared and just waiting for me to walk into a trap. If I just charge in recklessly, he will definitely use Zhu Yan to threaten me, leaving me powerless to act. Once he has me under his thumb, I’ll have no choice but to watch helplessly as Zhu Yan is violated. Not only will I be unable to do anything, but I might even be humiliated myself.

Realizing this, Sun Zhe hid near the factory entrance, activated his Yin Yang X-ray Vision, and examined the situation inside.

Through his X-ray Vision, he discovered that Zhu Yan was on the second floor, surrounded by twenty men in black. Including Zhou Xiaolong, there were twenty-one people in total.

After getting a feel for the factory’s interior layout, Sun Zhe had an idea. He climbed over the courtyard wall and quietly scaled the building to the third floor.

For Sun Zhe, who grew up climbing cliffs to gather herbs, scaling walls and buildings was child’s play.

After reaching the third floor, Sun Zhe didn’t show himself immediately. Instead, he slowly approached the stairwell, trying to get closer to Zhu Yan while lurking in the shadows and waiting for an opportunity.

***

"AAAAAAAH!"

Zhou Xiaolong clutched his face and rolled on the ground, screaming. Tears gushed from his eyes as the pain almost caused him to faint. Sun Zhe’s punch had just smashed the bridge of his nose.

At this moment, the group of men in black were stunned by Sun Zhe’s sudden appearance. No one could understand how he had suddenly leaped down from the third floor; it was as if he were a ghost.

Sun Zhe ignored them, quickly untied the ropes and ripped the tape off Zhu Yan, then pulled her up and sheltered her behind him.

"Ah Zhe... why are you here?"

"Aunt, we’ll talk later."

Sun Zhe was completely calm. He scanned the restless men in black, his gaze as sharp as a falcon. Among them, he saw a familiar face—it was the scarred man from last time.

"It’s you again?"

The scarred man sneered. "What can I say? I’m just doing what I’m paid to do."

"Kid, you got lucky last time. This time, we’ve got numbers, and every one of us is a pro. Let’s see how the hell you’ll get out of this one!"

Hearing this, Sun Zhe scoffed inwardly. This time is different. Last time, I took those hits because my True Qi reserves were too low. But now I’ve reached the First Realm of the Yin Yang Sacred Heart Technique. A Qi Vortex has formed in my Dantian, and with my current reserves of True Qi, dealing with these small fries will be more than enough!

"Aunt, go and hide," Sun Zhe said.

Zhu Yan said nothing. Knowing she would only be a hindrance, she hurriedly kicked off her one remaining high heel and ran to hide behind a pillar.

"Damn it, what are you all standing around for? Get him! Cripple the bastard!" Zhou Xiaolong suddenly scrambled up from the ground, his face covered in blood. His expression was savage as he glared at Sun Zhe. "I’ll make him wish he were dead!"

At his command, the scarred man’s gaze turned cold, and he led his men to charge at Sun Zhe.

Sun Zhe, however, remained unfazed. He took a slow, deep breath, recalling the Fist Technique described in his Cultivation Technique, and settled into a fighting stance.

「A few minutes later.」

With bloodshot eyes, Sun Zhe stood up shakily and straightened his back. He glanced around. There were no enemies left standing.

The men in black, led by the scarred man, were sprawled across the ground, howling in agony. They all had broken arms or legs—it was a miserable sight.

Sun Zhe wiped the sweat from his brow, then strode toward Zhou Xiaolong.

"Now, it’s your turn."

Seeing Sun Zhe approach, Zhou Xiaolong was so scared he fell back onto his butt, his eyes filled with terror.

"No... don’t, Sun Zhe! Spare me! I’ll give you money! I’ll give you five million!"

"Let’s just pretend tonight never happened! I’ll never bother you again!"

"Sun Zhe, please spare me!"

However, Sun Zhe acted as if he hadn’t heard his pleas. His eyes turned vicious, and he raised his leg and viciously kicked him in the crotch.

At the moment of impact, Sun Zhe faintly heard a sound like eggs shattering...

Zhou Xiaolong’s eyes bulged and his mouth fell agape. He curled into a ball on the ground, convulsing. The sheer agony rendered him unable to scream. Soon, the pain sent him into shock, and he passed out.

Sun Zhe spat on the ground. "Spare you?" he said coldly. "If we had fallen into your hands today, would you have spared us?"

"Since you like women so much, I’ll make sure you never touch one again for the rest of your life!"

With that, he looked back at Zhu Yan. "Aunt, let’s go home."

***

「Ping’an District. Unit 5, Room 402.」

Zhu Yan sat on the sofa with her arms wrapped around herself, her slender body trembling. She still hadn’t recovered from the night’s events, her heart filled with lingering fear. If Sun Zhe hadn’t come, or if he hadn’t been strong enough, she couldn’t bear to imagine what would have happened to her.

Sun Zhe carried a bowl of hot soup over to her and said gently, "Aunt, why don’t you have some chicken soup?"

"Mm... okay."

Zhu Yan looked up at Sun Zhe, forcing a smile onto her pale, pretty face.

Then Sun Zhe sat beside her and sighed gently.

After what happened tonight, I realize... the hell people speak of in hushed tones is right here on Earth. This seemingly prosperous and peaceful world is full of dark, filthy corners and monsters in human skin and tailored suits. When a woman is beautiful, she’ll be coveted by the rich and powerful. And with those people, there’s no reasoning. So-called morality and law are meaningless to them. I need to protect the people around me. Besides becoming stronger myself, I also need to build some power and influence. Aunt, don’t worry. I’ll protect you and Qiaoqiao, even if I have to descend into darkness to do it.

Sun Zhe silently made this vow as he reached out to touch Zhu Yan’s face, brushing aside a few stray strands of hair.

Feeling the warmth of his palm, Zhu Yan gradually calmed down. She turned to look at him, her eyes suddenly welling with tears as she began to cry, her feelings of grievance pouring out.

"Ah Zhe... I was so scared..."

Sun Zhe quickly put down the bowl of soup and wrapped his arms around her soft, fragrant body. "Aunt, don’t be scared. I’m here. It’s all over. Something like this will never happen again."

"Mm... I believe you."

Sun Zhe gently patted her back. "It’s okay, it’s okay. Try to get some sleep. You’ll feel better."

Zhu Yan slowly raised her head. Looking at his handsome face, she said softly, "Then, can you stay with me tonight? I’m afraid I’ll have nightmares."

Hearing this, Sun Zhe was stunned for a moment, then nodded. "Okay, I’ll stay with you."

Zhu Yan gazed at him affectionately. "Ah Zhe, it’s so wonderful to have you here."

As she spoke, she wrapped her arms around his neck, slowly closed her beautiful eyes, and brought her lips to his.

Gazing at her lips so close to his, Sun Zhe could clearly see the alluring texture of their glistening surface. Heat flooded his body, and he slowly closed his eyes as well.

As their lips and tongues intertwined, reason gave way to passion.

After a long time, Zhu Yan suddenly broke the kiss and buried her face in Sun Zhe’s solid chest. A slender hand reached down and caressed the tent that had long since been pitched.

"Ah Zhe."

"Mm? What is it, Aunt?"

"It’s just the two of us here... You... will you take me?"

"..."