After I stopped trying, a rich woman trained me into a demon emperor.

"By the way, Mr. Zhou, how can I completely cure this stubborn ailment?"

As she was leaving, Xiao Hongli suddenly asked a question, her cool eyes filled with a hint of inquiry.

Zhou Ran gave an awkward smile.

I can't exactly tell you that your constitution is a top-tier furnace that can only be cured through dual cultivation, can I?

Then Chen Ya would eat him alive.

"The recovery process is gradual and slow. Mr. Xiao's illness is deeply rooted and requires slow and careful treatment."

In short, there's still a long way to go.

It wasn't until we left Tingyuxuan and got back into the car that we arrived.

Chen Ya was still a little dazed.

The business problem that had troubled her for more than half a month, involving the ownership of hundreds of millions of profits, was solved just like that?

Just because of a single sentence from the young man beside her?

The atmosphere inside the carriage was somewhat romantic.

"What about the safety amulet?"

Chen Ya stretched out her slender hand and laid it out in front of Zhou Ran.

Zhou Ran took out the warm brocade box from the inside pocket of his suit, took out one of the pieces, and personally put it on her snow-white neck.

The emerald green jade buckle clung to her fair, alabaster-like skin, making her snow-white skin even more dazzling.

"It's so beautiful."

Zhou Ran sincerely praised him, continuing to deliver emotional value.

Chen Ya's heart skipped a beat, and she suddenly reached out and pinched the soft flesh on Zhou Ran's inner thigh.

"hiss--"

"You still feel pain?"

Chen Ya stared at him with her beautiful eyes, but she couldn't hide the allure in them.

"Tell me honestly, when did you learn medical skills?"

You're really confident, daring to even save Xiao Hongli's life!

"Also, what's the deal with that piece of jade?"

Where did you get the money to gamble on jade?

Zhou Ran grabbed her mischievous little hand, placed it to his lips and gently kissed it, his eyes deep and thoughtful.

Provide emotional value again...

"You gave me the money, so I have to make it worthwhile."

"As for medical skills..."

He lowered his voice and leaned close to Chen Ya's ear.

"A family-inherited technique, specializing in curing all kinds of ailments, and also treating a wide range of gynecological diseases."

"Sister Ya, would you like to experience the therapeutic effect for yourself?"

"Get lost!"

Chen Ya laughed and scolded him, but her body went limp and she fell into his arms.

She looked up at the man who was a full twelve years younger than her.

Previously, she only regarded him as a younger brother who could relieve her loneliness and was obedient and sensible.

But today, he gave her a huge surprise.

This is no longer her pet canary; it's clearly a lurking dragon in the city!

"Well done, Zhou Ran, you've kept it well hidden."

Chen Ya suddenly leaned closer, her warm breath brushing against Zhou Ran's earlobe.

"Even the iceberg of the Xiao family can be melted. It seems that I have found a priceless treasure this time."

"Since you've done such a great service..."

Her hand slowly moved up Zhou Ran's thigh, her voice becoming alluring yet dangerous.

"To celebrate, is your sister treating you to a nice lunch? On the way here?"

Zhou Ran's demonic powers accelerated, preparing to respond to this tempting offer with action.

Just then, Zhou Ran's phone rang.

Caller ID: Eldest son.

Zhou Ran answered the phone, and on the other end came Wang Pangzi's hoarse, tearful roar.

"Ran-ge! Help! My mom..."

My mom's oxygen tube was removed at the hospital! Please come quickly!

Zhou Ran's eyes instantly froze.

A terrifying killing intent suddenly erupted in the narrow carriage.

"What's wrong?"

Sensing the sudden change in Zhou Ran's aura, Chen Ya sat up straight and put away her joking expression.

"Something happened at my friend's house, I have to go there."

He knew Fatty Wang too well; if he hadn't been in dire straits, that fatso would never have cried like this.

In broad daylight, in a hospital, someone pulled out the oxygen tube of a critically ill patient?

This is definitely not an ordinary medical dispute.

This is aimed at him.

Wang Pangzi was his only brother, and his Achilles' heel!

"Do you need my help? I'll get my lawyer and bodyguards..."

"Need not."

Zhou Ran shook his head and pushed open the car door.

"It's a personal matter; I can handle it myself."

He glanced back at Chen Ya, his gaze softening slightly.

"Go back and prepare for the family dinner tonight."

I'll be right back after I've finished dealing with that."

"But……"

Chen Ya wanted to say something more.

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."

Zhou Ran gave her a reassuring look, then closed the car door and hailed a taxi on the roadside.

"City Central Hospital, quick!"

Watching the taxi speed away, Chen Ya felt a strange unease rise in her heart.

She took out her phone and dialed the driver's number.

"Old Zhang, send two men to follow Mr. Zhou's car. Make sure he doesn't get hurt. Report back to me immediately!"

……

Downstairs in the inpatient building of the city's central hospital.

Zhou Ran had just gotten out of the car when her phone rang again.

It's still Fatty Wang.

"Ran-ge... don't come to the hospital, my mom is fine now."

"Waaaaah... They're at that abandoned construction site behind the hospital..."

"They arrested me..."

They said if you didn't come, they'd bury me...

A series of noisy shouts and curses came from the other end of the phone, followed by the ear-piercing noise of a phone being smashed.

Zhou Ran's face was ashen.

It was indeed a trap.

But without any hesitation, he turned and ran wildly toward the back door of the hospital.

That was an unfinished building where the hospital expansion project had been halted, and nobody ever went there.

When Zhou Ran arrived, the place was deathly silent.

The only sound was the whistling of the wind blowing through the rusty scaffolding.

On the empty concrete ground, Fatty Wang was bound hand and foot and hung from a concrete pillar.

His already chubby face was now swollen like a steamed bun, his nose and face were bruised and swollen, and fresh blood was dripping down from the corner of his mouth.

Standing next to him were two acquaintances.

One of them was a bald guy with a cast and slings on his hand.

The other was an elderly man in a Tang suit sitting in a grand chair, holding two iron balls in his hands.

"Zhou Ran! Call the police! They have guns!"

Upon seeing Zhou Ran appear, the half-conscious Fatty Wang, with a sudden burst of strength, roared in a hoarse voice.

"run?"

Biaozi grinned maliciously and kicked Wang Pangzi in the stomach.

"This place today is an invitation from the King of Hell!"

Nobody's getting away!

Fatty Wang let out a muffled groan, his body arching like a shrimp.

Zhou Ran stopped and locked his gaze on the old man in the Tang suit.

He sensed an aura emanating from this old man that was different from that of ordinary people.

This is a master who has cultivated internal strength.

This is what is commonly known as a traditional martial artist.

A single, effortless punch can deliver the force of a thousand pounds, as easily as eating or drinking.

If one can master the ability to project internal energy outwards, one will have reached the threshold of becoming a grandmaster.

However, even now, in the eyes of ordinary people, he is a god-like figure.

"Boy, is it you who crippled my disciple's hand?"

Ghost Hand slowly opened his eyes, looking at Zhou Ran with disdain.

"With her delicate skin and tender flesh, she's definitely cut out to be a male prostitute."

"it's me."

Zhou Ran spoke calmly as he walked slowly forward, but asked himself a question in his heart.

"Old Deng, what's this old man's skill level?"

"What level are we talking about: a Qi Condensation Stage 2 cultivator fighting a mortal who hasn't even reached the Body Tempering Perfection stage?"

Ye Futian's voice was full of disdain.

"If you can't kill him in one move, there's no point in cultivating immortality. Just wait for me to possess your body!"

Having received an affirmative answer, Zhou Ran's last remaining concerns vanished.

He looked at the ghost hand and spoke slowly and deliberately.

"Release my brother, and I'll let you die a quick death."

"Arrogant!"

With a slap on the armrest, the ghostly hand soared into the air like a roc spreading its wings.

"I've roamed the martial world for decades, and I've never seen such a reckless brat!"

"Since you're courting death, I'll grant your wish!"

Before he could finish speaking, the ghostly hand was already in front of Zhou Ran.

The withered hand, carrying a sharp gust of wind, aimed straight for Zhou Ran's chest.

This palm strike is called the "Heart-Shattering Palm," and if it lands squarely, it can shatter a person's heart meridian.

A cruel smile appeared on Biaozi's face.

With Master's intervention, this kid is doomed!