Chapter 341 - Tattooed Man!

Zhou Yu wanted her to calm down, but the moment his hand touched Zhao Fei’er, she clung to him like an octopus.

Zhou Yu was flustered and inadvertently touched Zhao Fei’er’s sensitive area.

At that touch, the sound Zhao Fei’er made became even more seductive.

Even Zhou Yu almost couldn’t resist.

Out of desperation, Zhou Yu pressed a finger to the back of Zhao Fei’er’s head.

Zhao Fei’er immediately lost consciousness and lay down on the bed.

Zhou Yu sighed in relief and hurriedly began to detoxify her.

To avoid hurting Zhao Fei’er, Zhou Yu used the most reliable and gentlest method.

Half an hour later, all the toxins in Zhao Fei’er’s body had been expelled.

At the same time, Zhao Fei’er slowly woke up.

When she saw Zhou Yu, she was first stunned, then looked down to see her clothes in disarray and large areas of her pale skin exposed, causing Zhao Fei’er to scream.

“Ahh—”

The scream almost burst Zhou Yu’s eardrums.

“Hey, hey, hey, don’t scream, I didn’t do anything to you, rest assured, all the poison in your body has been cleared out,” he said.

“Also, these clothes, you tore them yourself.”

Hearing this, Zhao Fei’er’s chest trembled with anger.

It was clear that Zhou Yu had taken advantage, yet he acted as if it was all her fault.

Tears started falling from Zhao Fei’er’s eyes.

Upon seeing this, Zhou Yu immediately backed off.

“Well…

Hu Zilong is still keeping watch over Bei Ling at the bar, now that you’re okay, you should rest well, I’ll go have a look.”

“I want to go too,” Zhao Fei’er said angrily.

She wiped away her tears, got up from the bed, and dressed herself.

Zhou Yu didn’t say much and took Zhao Fei’er to the bar.

However, the situation in the bar had completely changed from when he had left.

At that moment, the bar was crowded with various tattooed thugs.

In the booth where Bei Ling and others had previously sat, there was a thug in a tank top, with two lively green dragons tattooed on his shoulders.

And Hu Zilong was lying on the ground barely breathing, covered in blood.

Zhou Yu’s expression turned icy as he walked in.

“Did you do all this?” he asked.

The thug glared coldly at Zhou Yu.

“Kid, it was you who hurt Young Master Ling, wasn’t it?

I didn’t expect you to actually have guts, daring to come back here.”

Zhou Yu’s gaze was icy.

“Enough talk, I’ll ask you one last time, where is Bei Ling?”

The thug’s face darkened.

“Arrogant.”

“Get rid of him,” he commanded.

With a wave of his hand, two elders beside him immediately moved to attack.

Zhou Yu narrowed his eyes, looking at the two men.

The Eight Desolations Fist manifested out of nowhere.

The two elders, as if struck by a heavy blow,

Spurted out a large mouthful of blood, collapsing directly to the ground.

This move shocked everyone present.

The thug’s complexion drastically changed.

“You…

you are an Innate great master?”

Zhou Yu stepped forward, advancing towards the thug.

In that moment, the thug felt an overwhelming pressure from Zhou Yu, crushing him like Mount Tai.

He couldn’t even breathe, let alone move.

Zhou Yu reached out and grabbed the thug’s neck.

Without any visible effort, he lifted the thug off the ground.

“Not talking, huh?”

“Then, don’t ever talk again.”

In his palm, Nether Fire True Qi instantly surged into the thug’s body.

Under the horrified gazes of the onlookers,

The thug’s legs burst open, creating two bloody holes.

Blood splattered everywhere.

“Ahh—”

“Stop, I said.”

“Bei Ling was taken to the hospital by my men, and his father is the leader of the Tianhu Business Alliance; his influence is not ordinary, and I cannot afford to offend him.”

Zhou Yu said indifferently:

“If I don’t see Bei Ling himself within ten minutes, you’ll die in his place.”

Zhou Yu released his grip.

The burly man collapsed on the ground, gasping for air.

At this moment, looking at Zhou Yu, he felt only fear.

“Damn it, what the hell are you staring at?

Bring Bei Ling back to me now.”

The subordinate, terrified and fumbling, hurriedly took out his phone to make a call.

Zhou Yu turned and walked over to Hu Zilong, squatting down to check on him.

Fortunately, it was all superficial wounds.

Zhou Yu secretly infused Yi Wood True Qi into Hu Zilong’s body, and after a while, Hu Zilong slowly regained consciousness.

“Mr.

Zhou…

Mr.

Zhou!”

“I’m sorry, Bei Ling was taken away.”

Zhou Yu said faintly:

“He can’t get away.”

“First, feel your body and see if there’s anything wrong.”

Hu Zilong immediately tried to move and found that there was no pain in his body.

He got up from the ground in disbelief, moved his limbs, and then exclaimed joyously,

“Mr.

Zhou, thank you.”

The bystanders were stunned.

The injury of Hu Zilong was inflicted right in front of them, and now suddenly, he was hopping around.

This…

The burly man looked at Zhou Yu, his eyes filled with horror.

Who on earth is this young man?

Just then, a disturbance came from outside the bar.

Following that, Bei Ling was dragged back in by two burly men.

“Damn it, Tang Long, what are you doing?

Why did you bring me back to this shithole again?”

At this moment, Tang Long was holding back a belly of anger.

Yet, considering Bei Ling’s identity, he had to suppress his rage.

“Young Master Ling, I damn nearly broke my back here trying to clear your name,” Tang Long said.

“Shit…” Bei Ling was about to curse fiercely.

At that moment, a breeze wafted through.

Zhao Fei’er furiously approached him and lifted her leg, kicking Bei Ling squarely in the groin.

“Aaow—” Bei Ling’s legs crossed inward, clenching tightly, as he fell to the ground, his face contorted in extreme agony, yet unable to utter a sound.

In that instant, every man at the scene, including Zhou Yu, subconsciously tightened.

Seeing Zhao Fei’er about to strike again, Zhou Yu quickly pulled her back.

“Please, don’t be angry, I’ll handle it,” he said.

Zhou Yu looked at Bei Ling and said coldly,

“Why did you poison Fei’er?”

Fire burned in Bei Ling’s eyes, and through clenched teeth, he squeezed out a few words: “I won’t say.”

“Fine, if you won’t say,” Zhou Yu scoffed and immediately took out a silver needle, executing the Mind Control Needle technique.

Under the influence of the Mind Control Needle, Bei Ling revealed everything.

It turned out he had accidentally heard his father rage over the Metro Line 10 project.

He had asked his father’s secretary, only to learn that his father wanted the Metro Line 10 project, but Qi Guochang had denied it, and Qi Guochang had even restored Zhao Heng to his original position.

That was why Bei Ling, through Xiaxia, planned to target Zhao Fei’er, as a lesson to the Zhao family.

Zhou Yu hadn’t expected this matter to be related to the Metro Line 10 project.

His brow furrowed slightly.

So, was Bei Ling’s father targeting the Lin Family?

Thinking this, Zhou Yu deactivated the Mind Control Needle.

Bei Ling recovered, exclaiming with shock and anger, “What did you do to me?”

Zhou Yu said calmly,

“Now, call your father and tell him to bring ten billion to redeem you.”

“If I don’t see the person and the money within half an hour, I assure you, your fate will be very grim.”