Chapter 17 - Block the Enemy Soldiers!

However, seeing Sun Zhe in such a pitiful state, Kou Jing and Han Xue’er began to feel somewhat reluctant to see him suffer further.

Han Xue’er was the first to persuade, “Brother Ye, stop hitting him, just let it go…”

Kou Jing also followed, “Yes, Doctor Ye, a small lesson was enough, don’t go too far.”

As soon as Sun Zhe heard both women pleading for him, it seemed to him like music from heaven, and he quickly seized the opportunity, “Yes, Brother Ye, listen to the two sisters-in-law, please spare me…”

Kou Jing and Han Xue’er both blushed upon hearing this; what sisters-in-law?

Nonsense!

Ye Haochuan, however, burst into laughter, released Sun Zhe’s fist, and clapped his hands, “You’re lucky, your calling me ‘brother-in-law’ was on point, now take your men and scram!”

Kou Jing stomped her foot angrily, this jerk, openly taking advantage of her!

Han Xue’er, however, felt differently; though he was a bit of a lecher, he was exceptionally handsome and skilled, being his woman would mean security, who would dare bully her then?

By that time, Sun Zhe had already gotten up, limping away with his gang, hurriedly and in disarray.

However, once he reached the elevator at the far end of the corridor, the guy turned boisterous again, yelling at Ye Haochuan, “Motherfucker, you wait, if I can’t beat you, I’ll find a master to take you down!

Fuck!”

After saying this, the group rushed into the elevator and vanished.

“Fine, I’ll wait, let’s see what crap master you can bring,” Ye Haochuan said nonchalantly.

At this moment, Kou Jing and Han Xue’er came up to him, both women wearing worried expressions.

“Doctor Ye, Sun Zhe’s background is not simple; now that you’ve provoked him, I’m afraid he won’t let this go easily,” Kou Jing said with a frown.

“It doesn’t matter, I block warriors; women, I seduce, I’m not scared of him at all,” Ye Haochuan said nonchalantly.

Block warriors and seduce women?

What kind of ugly talk is that?

Why does everything sound wrong when it comes out of his mouth?

Kou Jing and Han Xue’er, both embarrassed, gave him a cold look and no longer dared stay with him.

They called the doctors and nurses who were not far away spectating, to quickly carry the two unconscious bodyguards lying on the ground to the emergency room for urgent care.

Once the women left, Ye Haochuan went into the VIP ward.

Li Wenfeng, who was unable to move on the hospital bed, immediately gave a thumbs up as he saw him enter, “Big Brother Ye, you’re truly awesome.

That Sun Zhe is the Sanda champion of Haishan University, and you took him down in just a few moves.”

Ye Haochuan grinned and scoffed, “That guy’s skill and he dares call himself a Sanda champion?

Has Haishan University become ‘a place where there are no tigers, hence the monkey becoming king?”

Unbeknownst to him, carrying the Longevity True Qi and having inherited the Holy Hand’s Medical Techniques, his martial skills were not something ordinary people like Sun Zhe could compare to.

Li Wenfeng smiled, his face full of admiration, “Brother Ye, it’s not that he lacks skill, it’s just that you’re too good.

Although I can’t get out of bed and didn’t see how formidable you were, I can imagine it, and your skills are indeed impressive.”

Ye Haochuan touched his nose and humbly said, “Just average, not a big deal handling some petty people.”

Li Wenfeng nodded his head and then his expression became serious, “However, Brother Ye, I still need to remind you that just now, Sun Zhe threatened to find a master to deal with you, and if I’m not wrong, he must have gone to find his master.”

“His master?” Ye Haochuan was taken aback.

“Yes, his master,” Li Wenfeng nodded, “His master is actually a worldly master hired by his father, with a very mysterious identity.

No one knows his name, he is just known as Eighth Master.

According to my father, this Eighth Master is from a mysterious organization called something Hellfire…”

Ye Haochuan raised his eyebrows, feeling somewhat familiar, and blurted out, “Hellfire?”

“Yes, yes, Hellfire, that’s the mysterious organization,” Li Wenfeng brightened up, then looked puzzled, “Hey, Brother Ye, how do you know the name Hellfire?”

Ye Haochuan couldn’t explain that he had heard it from Long Xiaotian, so he vaguely said, “Just a wild guess.”

Li Wenfeng didn’t suspect anything and continued, “According to my father, this organization Hellfire has a strict hierarchy, acts very stealthily, and each member is extremely ruthless.

I’ve seen firsthand how formidable that Eighth Master is.

It’s said that within Hellfire, he’s just a low-level disciple, not even a full disciple.”

“What, not even a full disciple?” Ye Haochuan frowned, “Young Master Feng, you said you’ve witnessed his prowess, then between him and me, who is more formidable?”

Li Wenfeng thought for a moment, then shook his head, “I think he is a bit more formidable.”

“What?” Ye Haochuan felt somewhat indignant, thinking to himself, ‘I’ve received the legacy of the Holy Hand, and I’m so awesome, yet I’m still not as good as a mere disciple of Hellfire?’

Li Wenfeng seemed to sense his displeasure and didn’t know quite how to explain; suddenly, he remembered something, took out his cellphone, and said, “Right, Brother Ye, I have a video here secretly recorded with my phone, about him helping Sun Zhe deal with some thugs around our school, let me show you…”

Ye Haochuan’s interest was piqued, he leaned forward, and soon, Li Wenfeng played a video on his phone.

In the video, at least thirty thugs, armed with cleavers, daggers, and even iron bars, aggressively charged at a skinny man who looked as thin as a bamboo pole.

Presumably, this skinny man was the so-called Eighth Master mentioned by Li Wenfeng?

Because of the distance, it was hard to make out Eighth Master’s face and age, however, he stood there giving off an impression as if he were a mountain, completely the air of a master.

Just as these thugs were about to chop Eighth Master into mincemeat, suddenly, he bellowed loudly, and somehow, almost all of the thugs immediately clasped their ears, falling to the ground and rolling around in pain.

“Damn, could this skinny guy have practiced some sort of Qigong?

With just one shout, he’s that powerful!” Ye Haochuan exclaimed in surprise.

He considered the Longevity Technique very formidable, and indeed, after gaining the Longevity True Qi, his own strength had become very strong, but to reach the level where a shout could harm an opponent was very difficult.

Moreover, in the memories received from Holy Hand, there weren’t many martial arts secrets, after all, it was about healing and saving lives.

The practice of Longevity Technique was mainly for enhancing his own cultivation and aiding in saving lives, not purely for harming others.

“Brother Ye, you are indeed right, this Eighth Master actually did practice a kind of Qigong.

His shout just now was actually a technique called Lion’s Roar…”

Lion’s Roar?

The name did roll off the tongue nicely.

Suddenly, Ye Haochuan began to look forward to it, thinking how awesome it would be if he could master this Lion’s Roar technique?