After disabling Elder Zhong’s arm again, Zhou Yu turned to look at the Zhang family’s thugs, who had now completely turned on each other.
The scene was chaotic. Some lay on the ground, groaning and clutching their heads. Others were spitting blood, while some still desperately attacked those around them.
Zhou Yu was rather pleased with the situation. Thugs were called thugs because they were paid to fight hard. In a fight for survival, they wouldn’t hold back against their so-called "companions." Moreover, they weren’t truly companions, but mere acquaintances. The more they had called each other brothers over drinks, the more viciously they might be fighting now!
“You’re lucky today. I’m not in the mood to kill, and seeing this performance is enough to compensate for the cost of blocking my path.”
Zhou Yu stood not far from Elder Zhong, his gaze fixed ahead, not on the old man. But Elder Zhong knew the words were directed at him. *Not in the mood to kill?* he thought. *Was that even human speech?*
He dared not utter a word. From this day forward, he never wanted to see Zhou Yu again, and he’d stay as far away as possible! No, he’d rather leave the Zhang family and retire to the countryside. His arms were broken, shattered beyond repair. Even if he wanted to stay in Yunhai City, no one would want him anymore. What was a martial artist without arms?
After a while, seeing enough, Zhou Yu lost interest and returned to Zhao Ruyue’s car. Dr. Zhao looked at him with a hint of scrutiny.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” Zhou Yu asked.
“Zhou Yu, how many secrets are you hiding?” Zhao Ruyue’s beautiful eyes bored into him, trying to see through the man beside her. But she couldn’t. She hadn’t been able to fathom him before, and now he was even more inscrutable.
Zhao Ruyue had stayed in the car as Zhou Yu had instructed and had witnessed everything clearly. She didn’t know the old man’s name was Elder Zhong, nor did she know he was a Houtian Anjin level martial artist. However, with a little thought, she could tell he was someone of importance and a martial arts master. Because she wasn’t very close, she could only catch fragments of the conversation. These people were intimately connected to the Zhang family.
She hadn’t expected that the Zhang family would send people to intercept them while she and Zhou Yu were returning, intending to cripple Zhou Yu in this secluded spot. But the Zhang family had miscalculated this time. They had lost both the battle and the resources. The Zhang family’s intricate plan had failed utterly against Zhou Yu.
“Be careful, curiosity killed the cat,” Zhou Yu warned.
Zhao Ruyue scoffed, “If you don’t want to say, then don’t. You don’t need to keep scaring me.”
Earlier, in the car, Zhou Yu had already told her about his engagement to Leng Xue, the female war god. The reality was not far from Zhao Ruyue’s guesses. But whenever they touched upon Zhou Yu’s true identity, he would skillfully deflect and change the subject.
“Sigh, think whatever you want.” Zhou Yu shook his head. He remained silent. When he came to Yunhai City, his master had repeatedly warned him to avoid exposing his identity. He hadn’t revealed much to either Su Yuyan or Zhao Ruyue. In fact, this was also a way to protect them. Sometimes, knowing too much could be more dangerous.
“Zhou Yu, I think I’m falling for you.”
“…”
“I’m increasingly curious about you, and that’s often the beginning of love.”
“…”
“You don’t believe me?”
Zhou Yu looked taken aback, nodding, then shaking his head.
*Poof!* Seeing his reaction, Zhao Ruyue couldn’t help but laugh. The man before her was a complete contrast to the cold, ruthless figure he had been moments ago, the one who crippled people’s arms without a second thought.
As for Zhao Ruyue herself… she wasn’t affected by the bloody scene she had witnessed. What kind of big scenes hadn’t a doctor seen? She had encountered far more gruesome sights countless times!
“I promised you before that I wouldn’t refuse your advances. If you want to love me, I can’t stop you,” Zhou Yu said, spreading his hands. In his heart, he thought: *It can’t be helped, I’m just too popular with beauties. Miss Zhao, I can’t get rid of her. Not only can’t I get rid of her, but she’s actively coming onto me.* But then again, it was only normal. After all, Zhou Yu was the handsome young man of the region. Even the prisoners in the Arid Sea Prison praised his good looks… *cough…* Of course, it was definitely not because those prisoners were afraid of him.
“Do you know, you sound really annoying when you say things like that?” Zhao Ruyue teased.
“But you can’t beat me,” Zhou Yu stated bluntly.
This left Zhao Ruyue speechless. As a weak woman with no strength, how could she possibly contend with a martial artist? Even if Zhou Yu used only one hand, he could probably make her cry with just two fingers.
…
Meanwhile, with Zhang Shaohua.
His driver, A Heng, cautiously asked, “Young Master, what do we do now?”
“Elder Zhong and those idiots are probably wiped out. Call someone to clean up the mess, but make absolutely sure whether Zhou Yu has left. If he’s still there, do not show yourselves,” Zhang Shaohua ordered. He hadn’t called home yet. There was simply no time!
“They’re all dead?” A Heng’s eyes widened. This wasn’t cleaning up a mess, it was collecting corpses!
“Not necessarily dead.” Zhang Shaohua leaned back against the car seat, deflated. He analyzed, “If Zhou Yu truly wanted to kill them, he wouldn’t have bothered talking to me. Besides, although this is a remote area, it’s not far from residential areas. He would have considered those factors.” The situation this time was indeed different from last time.
“That’s good. I thought…” A Heng sighed in relief. At the same time, he was immensely shocked that Zhou Yu could manipulate the Zhang family so easily. This was a top-tier family in Yunhai City! Before this, A Heng had never imagined anyone could achieve such a feat.
“Now, we can only take it one step at a time. I hope Elder Zhong can still be treated,” Zhang Shaohua lamented. He was unaware that Zhong Fabai’s arms were beyond repair. The Zhang family was destined to lose a Houtian Anjin level martial artist this time.
At the same time.
In the main hall of the Zhang family mansion.
Zhang Deshuang paced back and forth, his expression shifting unpredictably.
“Why are you like Shaohua, so worried when something happens?” Old Master Zhang sat in his grand chair, calmly sipping his tea. Elder Zhong was someone he had sent. But this time, he was confident he could completely drive Zhou Yu out of Yunhai City.
“Father, we sent people to cripple Zhou Yu, and Shaohua doesn’t know about it. I’m worried…”