Chapter 89 - Don't Underestimate the Young for Reading Less
Chapter 89 of "Rural Strongest Little Divine Doctor" starts with unexpected events: Xiao Daniu was infuriated, he bellowed and decided to fight desperately.âShui Niu, you donât owe... Find out more!
Xiao Daniu was infuriated, he bellowed and decided to fight desperately.
âShui Niu, you donât owe him any money anymore.
Letâs go.â Luo Yang took An Yuyingâs hand and walked towards the door.
âYou think you can just walk away without settling our accounts?â Lang Yifeng signaled with his eyes, and two thugs blocked the doorway, preventing Luo Yang from leaving.
âCome on!â
With True Qi within his body, Luo Yang was not afraid of Lang Yifeng.
However, An Yuying was worried that Luo Yang might get hurt.
She held his hand and pleaded, âNiu Zai, letâs go back to sleep.
Donât fight with him.â
All the young men present, seeing the beautiful An Yuying favoring Luo Yang so openly, were filled with jealousy and envy.
Seeing this, Lang Yifengâs jealousy surged, and he coldly said, âAn Yuying, donât get in the way.
He canât protect you!
Better leave quickly!â
An Yuying pouted her red lips and said, âWhy are you bullying Niu Zai?
He didnât provoke you.â
As she spoke, she tried to pull Luo Yang away.
Luo Yang gently held her shoulders and said, âIf he wants to fight, Iâll fight him.
Sister An, you go back to sleep first.â
An Yuying blinked her eyes and whined sweetly, âIf you donât go, I wonât be able to sleep.
Niu Zai, letâs go.
What if you get hurt, then IâŚâ
The words that followed were a bit cheesy; she couldnât say them in front of everyone and only had a deep blush in her eyes.
âSister An, Iâll fight him, it wonât take long.â
âNo, I want you to come back.â
Seeing An Yuying and Luo Yang sweetly doting on each other, Lang Yifeng grew even more discontent.
âLuo Yang!
Donât think that by stalling, Iâll let you go!
If you beat me, you can leave!
If you lose, Iâll settle the score with you slowly!â Lang Yifeng shouted fiercely.
âIf I win, itâs not just about leaving!â Luo Yang said calmly.
His voice was not loud, but it was filled with intense killing intent.
An Yuying knew that Luo Yang and Lang Yifeng were about to fight to the death; how could she not be anxious?
Before coming here, she had called Tang Guihua for help.
Seeing that Luo Yang and Lang Yifeng were about to start fighting, she could only try to persuade Luo Yang first.
She was really worried he might get hurt.
Luo Yang spent a few minutes trying to reassure An Yuying, but he still couldnât convince her.
Seeing the worry in her dark eyes, he understood her heart.
But his feud with Lang Yifeng had been sealed; if he didnât fight him now, he would always have to face this confrontation later.
Just then, the faint thunder of two engines could be heard in the distance, seemingly from afar but gradually getting closer, clearly speeding towards the Hongyun Brigade.
Everyone was surprised, and from the sound of the engines, they knew it was Harley heavyweight motorcycles coming.
Crucially, the sound was now inside the Hongyun Brigade.
A moment later, Luo Yang received a call from Zhu Li, and he guided her on how to get there.
In the blink of an eye, the two engines had arrived outside the greenhouse, accompanied by the sound of other motorcycles.
The roaring stopped suddenly, and silence fell over the place again.
Tap, tap, tapâŚ
It was the sound of high heels.
As the footsteps reached the doorway, everyone turned to look.
They saw Zhu Li and Chen Jie already standing there elegantly.
Zhu Li was dressed in jeans and a crop top that accentuated her curves beautifully; Chen Jie wore denim shorts and a loose T-shirt.
Both were wearing sunglasses, exuding a wild and sexy aura.
In an instant, twenty or thirty people crowded into the greenhouse, making it very cramped.
Everyone, seeing that Luo Yang had indeed brought Zhu Li, was astounded, their mouths agape and exchanging looks of bewilderment.
âSister Kick, heâs going to fight Niu Zai,â An Yuying broke the silence.
Zhu Li nodded, following An Yuyingâs direction and recognized Lang Yifeng, but they werenât close.
âWhoâs so bold to hit my sworn brother?!â Zhu Li glared at Lang Yifeng with her eyes.
In the underworld, Lang Yifeng was a level or two below Zhu Li.
Had it been any other woman speaking to him in such a manner, he would have angrily retorted by now.
Unfortunately, it was Zhu Li he faced, and though anger filled his heart, he had to swallow his pride and explained the situation, finally saying, âI want to fight him!â
Zhu Liâs face turned cold as she rebuked, âMy sworn brother is someone you can fight?!â
A group of robust young men immediately surrounded Lang Yifeng, ready to jump at Zhu Liâs command.
âAsk him, he agreed to fight me!â Lang Yifeng said, both shocked and angry.
When Zhu Li turned her querying eyes towards Luo Yang, he nodded.
He thought it was inevitable to fight Lang Yifeng someday.
Encountering the issue with Zhang Xingkai tonight had frustrated him, and he was looking to vent.
âSister Kick, please persuade him,â An Yuying said worriedly.
âLittle sister, please trust him,â Zhu Li comforted.
Then, looking coldly at Lang Yifeng, she enunciated, âSince you want to fight my sworn brother, if you lose, youâll give 100,000 yuan.â
Hearing this, Lang Yifeng hesitated.
He knew Luo Yang was skilled, and he had no certainty of winning.
âScared?â Zhu Li sneered.
âLook at him, all big and burly, but no real use,â Chen Jie teased.
âBring it on!
Who have I ever been afraid of!â Lang Yifeng retorted, eyes wide.
âYou define the terms of losing,â Zhu Li stated coldly, her gaze icy enough to freeze someone at a glance.
Lang Yifeng scanned the crowd and saw that Zhu Li had brought many people.
He muttered to himself, âEven if I could beat Luo Yang to a pulp, Zhu Li wouldnât let me off.
Iâd still end up getting killed.â
With that thought, he scoffed, âWhoever falls to the ground first loses!â
Zhu Li looked at Luo Yang again, saw him nod, and announced, âIf everyone agrees, letâs begin!â
All unrelated persons retreated to the sides of the greenhouse, clearing the space for Luo and Lang to fight.
Lang Yifeng, who had trained in martial arts for many years, couldnât believe he wouldnât be able to down Luo Yang.
Yet knowing Luo Yangâs strength was superior, he harbored a hint of fear and dared not be careless.
Luo Yang, usually involved in street fights, was rich in fighting experience.
Now carrying True Qi within him, his confidence naturally soared.
He appeared calm and collected, unlike Lang Yifengâs tensed expression, illustrating the poise of a true leader.
The greenhouse was extremely quiet, the occasional distant dog barking clearly audible.
Lang Yifeng, standing at 1.8 meters and built up with muscles, indeed looked solid and stable, making him difficult to topple.
The two faced off for a while before Luo Yang took the initiative, walking towards Lang Yifeng with a carefree attitude, almost as if he were going up to shake hands.
Lang Yifeng was overjoyed, thinking to himself, âYouth is still youth, too young and naive!
Haha, I just need to charge at him, grab his legs, and flip him over, and heâll hit the ground!â
With that plan in mind, as soon as Luo Yang took another two steps closer, Lang Yifeng suddenly bent and lunged forward.
In fact, Luo Yang had deliberately shown his weak spot to bait him.
If they were to grapple closely, the chances of both falling and entwining were high, making it difficult to determine a winner quickly.
Luo Yang wanted to use the simplest, fastest, least energy-consuming method to win.
Moving towards Lang Yifeng, he anticipated he would react in one of two ways: either kick or charge to tackle and throw.