Ultimate Village Doctor

Chapter Two Hundred and Fifty-Six

"You wretch of a woman, daring to bite me, I'll let you taste what it's like to streak naked." After saying this, Zhou Xiaohai pulled on Bai Xuehen's clothes and ripped hard—shriiiik! Bai Xuehen's top was torn, revealing a large expanse of snow-white skin.

Bai Xuehen screamed, not expecting Zhou Xiaohai to be so crazy.

"Big Brother Xiaoshan, save me!"

Struggling, she cried out loudly.

Because none of these security guards were reliable, in her heart, only Long Xiaoshan could save her.

"It's useless even if you call upon the Heavenly King." Zhou Xiaohai, seeing the skin Bai Xuehen had revealed, had a covetous look in his eyes.

What incredible skin this woman has.

So white and snowy.

It was his first time seeing skin as white as winter snow.

Moreover, Bai Xuehen's struggle even more greatly stimulated him, giving him a sense of pleasure from tyranny.

Just as he reached out to continue ripping Bai Xuehen's clothes, a shadow rushed over. In the next moment, he was flung high, spinning three and a half revolutions before crashing onto the roof of another car with a complex maneuver and rolling down.

"Xuehen! Are you alright?" Long Xiaoshan appeared in front of Bai Xuehen.

"Brother Xiaoshan." Bai Xuehen threw herself into his embrace, sobbing.

She had been terrified just now.

And her top had been ripped apart.

Long Xiaoshan took off his jacket and covered her with it, his eyes filled with flickering rage as he comforted her, "Xuehen, don't be afraid."

At that moment, the security guards swarmed up and helped Zhou Xiaohai to his feet.

They had stood by without moving when they had seen Bai Xuehen being bullied, but as soon as Zhou Xiaohai was hurt, they moved faster than anyone else.

Zhou Xiaohai was dazed, supported by the security guards, his head bleeding profusely, feeling as though several bones in his body were broken.

"Young master, are you alright?" a group of security guards consoled.

"What the hell are you standing around for? Beat him, beat him to death," Zhou Xiaohai roared, pointing at Long Xiaoshan. He recognized Long Xiaoshan as the guy who was sitting in the passenger seat of the Ferrari just before.

This kid's attire clearly identified him as the woman's bodyguard or something similar.

How dare he lay hands on him.

However, many of these security guards had seen Long Xiaoshan before. Just a while ago, they had respectfully invited him into Kowloon Mountain Clubhouse, so they hesitated to take action.

While they didn't make a move, Long Xiaoshan certainly wouldn't let Zhou Xiaohai off the hook.

Zhou Xiaohai had smashed the car and, daring to insult Bai Xuehen, publicly tearing off her clothes; he had touched Long Xiaoshan's last nerve.

His face dark and indifferent, Long Xiaoshan said a word to Bai Xuehen and walked toward Zhou Xiaohai.

Seeing Long Xiaoshan's formidable air as he approached, the security guards quickly tried to stop him: "Sir, please wait…"

Slap!

The guard blocking Long Xiaoshan's path flew out.

Slap!

Another guard flew out.

Slap! Slap! Slap!

Long Xiaoshan slapped each guard, sending all the guards flying.

These guards had just stood there watching Bai Xuehen being humiliated without coming to her rescue, which also angered Long Xiaoshan.

In just a few steps, Long Xiaoshan had sent a dozen guards flying and stood before Zhou Xiaohai.

Seeing how formidable Long Xiaoshan was, Zhou Xiaohai also felt somewhat apprehensive. The security guards from Kowloon Mountain Clubhouse were all elite guards for hire, many of whom were ex-special forces soldiers who could take on several average men without any problem.

But under Long Xiaoshan's hands, they were like clay figures—slapped away one by one, all knocked to the ground, unable to get up.

"You, you stop there, do you know who I am?" Zhou Xiaohai backed away a few steps, feigning toughness while secretly scared.

"Even if you were the Heavenly King, it would be useless." Long Xiaoshan indifferently returned Zhou Xiaohai's earlier remark to Bai Xuehen back to him.

"Master Long, Master Long"

At this time, Zhou Yushan ran out and saw the security guards sprawled on the ground and Zhou Xiaohai. His expression changed drastically, and he yelled anxiously.

"Uncle." Upon seeing Zhou Yushan, Zhou Xiaohai shouted as if he had seen a savior.

Zhou Yushan was indeed the richest man in Hechuan, a truly influential figure. With Zhou Yushan there, Zhou Xiaohai's spine stiffened immediately. He pointed at Long Xiaoshan and sneered, "See? Zhou Yushan is my uncle. Do you still dare to be arrogant with me?"

Slap!

A slap sent him sprawling to the ground.

Zhou Xiaohai looked up, clutching his face incredulously, "Damn it, you actually dared to hit me."

Slap!

Long Xiaoshan backhanded him with another slap, "I said, even if the Heavenly King came, it would be useless."

"You're dead..."

Slap!

"My uncle will definitely kill you!"

Slap!

"I!"

Slap!

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Long Xiaoshan slapped Zhou Xiaohai left and right, turning him into a pig-headed figure.

Zhou Xiaohai's cheeks were swollen, and his eyes showed fear.

This guy was completely irrational, a lunatic who didn't play by the rules.

What frightened him even more was that his uncle had rushed over but did not immediately stop Long Xiaoshan from slapping him.

He was very aware of his uncle's power in Hechuan City.

"Master Long, Master Long, what on earth is going on? Where did little Hai offend you? You don't have to do it yourself; I'll personally slap him," Zhou Yushan ran up to Long Xiaoshan's face and saw him furiously slapping Zhou Xiaohai. A flash of anger passed through his eyes. After all, Zhou Xiaohai was his nephew, and Long Xiaoshan slapping Zhou Xiaohai in front of him was almost like slapping his own face.

But let's not talk about his own life that still needed saving by Long Xiaoshan; even the ruthless decisiveness Long Xiaoshan had shown on the day of the match was something he didn't dare get angry over.

Long Xiaoshan stopped his hand and sneered, "Well then, President Zhou, since he is your nephew and you've failed to discipline him, I'll give you this face. You slap him until I tell you to stop."

"You!" Zhou Yushan was instantly enraged.

"What about me!" Cold light shot from Long Xiaoshan's eyes, and an unabashed aura of killing surged forth.

The temperature around them plummeted dramatically, and Patriarch Hai standing next to Zhou Yushan suddenly tensed up, his eyes filled with a hint of terror. Long Xiaoshan's aura of killing was so tangible that Patriarch Hai clenched his teeth and barely managed to step forward, positioning himself in front of Zhou Yushan.

Even though he knew he couldn't stop Long Xiaoshan, the Zhou Family had been very kind to him, and Patriarch Hai couldn't just stand by.

Zhou Yushan, an ordinary person, felt even more helpless under that terrifying aura of killing.

He seemed to realize that no matter how rich he was, he was no more than an ant in the eyes of those powerful enough to control the lives of mere mortals.

Zhou Yushan said with a miserable smile, "Master Long, don't be angry, I didn't mean it that way, but even if it's a matter of life and death, you have to let a person die with clarity, don't you? Where exactly did little Hai offend you?"

Long Xiaoshan said indifferently, "Alright, you want to reason with me? Fine, I'll explain the reason to you."

Long Xiaoshan pointed at the Ferrari and recounted the clash with Zhou Xiaohai, and when it came to the part where Bai Xuehen's clothes were torn, his tone turned bone-chillingly cold.

Zhou Yushan's sweat flowed profusely.

The earlier part was okay; drag racing and heated confrontations are common, but publicly stripping a girl's clothes becomes an issue of hatred. If it were an ordinary girl, it wouldn't matter as much, but this girl's man was Long Xiaoshan.

The most powerful man in Hechuan's underworld at the moment.

You try tearing his woman's clothes, and that's tantamount to a capital offense.

Not to mention Long Xiaoshan, even Zhou Yushan himself would want to have someone killed if his wife's clothes were torn off on the street.

"Beast!" Zhou Yushan slapped Zhou Xiaohai in the face.