CHAPTER 49: CHAPTER 0049: CLOSE PROXIMITY IN DANCING_1

In the hospital, Teng Qianzhang lay in bed, wrapped up like a mummy, a vicious gleam in his eyes.

Teng Xiaofeng knelt before the bed, kowtowing repeatedly. "Uncle, it’s all my fault. I got you into this."

Who asked you to be so stupid? Making threats on the spot like that... If you wanted revenge, you didn’t have to announce it to his face.

"Get out!" Teng Qianzhang roared.

Stumbling, Teng Xiaofeng ran out, his face a picture of grief and indignation. Zhang Bin, you stole my woman and crippled my uncle. I’ll make sure you die without a proper grave!

Lying on another bed in the ward, Zuo Haonan wore a cautious expression. His gaze shifted to Teng Qianzhang’s face as he asked carefully, "Elder Teng, about Zhang Bin... just how many meridians do you think he has opened?"

He wanted revenge, but first, he had to gauge Zhang Bin’s true strength.

"I have opened five meridians and was on the verge of cultivating my Dantian’s True Qi to its peak, but I still wasn’t his match. Therefore, at a minimum, he has opened six meridians. The worst-case scenario is that he has just opened his seventh meridian and hasn’t yet accumulated enough True Qi," Teng Qianzhang said through clenched teeth. "He is a formidable enemy. We must not underestimate him."

"If he has opened seven meridians, then he truly is a terrifying adversary," Zuo Haonan said, an icy light flashing in his eyes. "But no matter how powerful he is, if we plan carefully and catch him off guard, we can still cripple him."

"We’ll have to find an expert who has opened eight or more meridians to deal with him, but such masters are hard to find," Teng Qianzhang said. "It’s going to take some time."

"How about hiring an assassin?" Zuo Haonan asked hesitantly.

"No. I want to hire a truly powerful master to challenge his school, defeat him in the open, and cripple him. Break his hands, destroy his Dantian," Teng Qianzhang snarled.

As they plotted their venomous scheme against Zhang Bin, he himself was dancing with Tian Bingbing.

"Ouch! Why did you step on my foot again?" Tian Bingbing cried out, trembling with anger.

Zhang Bin had already stepped on her eight times, making her feet red and swollen. If she weren’t a martial artist, she wouldn’t be able to walk at all.

"Sorry, sorry..." Zhang Bin apologized profusely, his face awash with embarrassment.

Dancing was too difficult; he simply couldn’t learn it.

He had an impressive memory, it was true, but holding a sensual and fragrant woman like Tian Bingbing under the dim, dreamy lights was simply intoxicating. How could he possibly spare any attention to learn dance steps? What secretly excited him was that his clumsiness meant that, in addition to stepping on her feet, he frequently bumped into her.

I wish this song would never end. I could just keep dancing... no, just keep bumping into her forever.

If Tian Bingbing knew what this animal was thinking, she would have coughed up blood from sheer fury. But since she didn’t know, she could only give him scornful looks, a shy blush on her face. Yet, as she was a stunning beauty, her glares came across as a form of playful flirting, making her even more alluring and leaving Zhang Bin utterly mesmerized.

Many of the martial arts masters in the crowd could see that Zhang Bin couldn’t dance, and they laughed so hard they were practically stumbling over themselves.

Someone even joked, "That’s not dancing, that’s Zhang Bin practicing his martial arts. As expected of a master, Bingbing is no match for him."

"Brilliant, truly brilliant moves! Stepping on her feet below while pressing his chest against hers up top," another person added with a strange laugh.

"PFFT..." Hearing this, Liu Ruomei laughed so hard she was doubled over.

Finally, the music ended.

Tian Bingbing breathed a long sigh of relief, finally liberated from the torment. But to her fury, Zhang Bin still held her hand tightly, his other arm wrapped around her waist, refusing to let go. She found she couldn’t struggle free.

"You big dummy, the music’s over! Let go of me," Tian Bingbing said with a pout.

"You invited me for a dance, and now it’s my turn to invite you. Let’s continue. I feel like I’m getting the hang of it," Zhang Bin declared with utter confidence.

"I’m going to lose my mind." Tian Bingbing was so stunned she just stared blankly for a moment before snapping back to her senses. She said petulantly, "Head Coach, you don’t know how to dance at all! My foot is injured, let me rest a bit."

"No problem, I’m a Divine Doctor. I’ll treat you in a moment and guarantee a full recovery. But you have to dance one more song with me. I feel like I need to strike while the iron is hot to finally learn this," Zhang Bin said, then shouted across the room, "Let’s have some music! Can’t you see we’ve been waiting for so long?"

The guests all burst out laughing. The men guffawed and the women giggled. This guy couldn’t dance, yet he was completely hooked.

While Liu Ruomei burst out laughing, she also felt a bit frustrated. This bastard’s skin is thicker than a city wall; nothing gets to him.

Soon, the music started again.

Zhang Bin and Tian Bingbing continued to dance. They bumped into each other even more frequently, leaving Tian Bingbing gasping for air, her body growing weak. Fortunately, Zhang Bin would still step on her foot from time to time, the sharp pain keeping her alert. She could only pray silently for the music to end quickly.

Finally, the second song was over. However, Zhang Bin still held her hand, pulling her toward a room off to the side.

Banquets like this were similar to Western parties. In addition to a dance hall and a dining area, there were also rooms for resting. Seeing Zhang Bin’s actions, all the martial artists were stunned. Could it be that he’s actually a master at picking up girls? Is he really taking Tian Bingbing to bed?

"Head Coach, this isn’t right, is it?" Tian Bingbing was close to fainting. For the first time, she realized this young man was not what she had expected.

"What’s not right about it?" Zhang Bin asked.

"This isn’t the West. You can’t just... do that," she said, blushing.

"The West? Do what?" Zhang Bin asked, a look of genuine surprise on his face.

"You..." Tian Bingbing was so angry she was on the verge of tears. Is this bastard possessed today? She struggled to suppress her anger and said tactfully, "If you need to... you should take your girlfriend, Liu Ruomei, to the room."

"Her foot isn’t injured. Why would I take her to a room?" Zhang Bin gave Tian Bingbing a look as if she were a complete fool.

Instantly, Tian Bingbing’s face flushed crimson. Oh god, I’ve been letting my imagination run wild! He’s just taking me to a room to treat my injured foot. He has miraculous medical skills!

Without another word, she took the initiative and pulled Zhang Bin into the room. As a close friend of both Liu Ruomei and Liu Ruolan, she knew the secret that Zhang Bin had cured Elder Master Liu’s cancer. So, she was quite curious to see just how he would treat her foot.

However, the martial artists outside could only stare at each other, their faces etched with utter shock. They were in absolute awe of Zhang Bin. He had managed to pick up Tian Bingbing right in front of his girlfriend, Liu Ruomei, and was now even taking her to a private room.