CHAPTER 959: CHAPTER 958: DISCIPLINING ZHU WEI

"Ah..."

In a panic, Zhao Xiaoxiao grabbed Zhu Wei’s perverted hand and bit down hard.

The pain made Zhu Wei scream and shout, violently throwing Zhao Xiaoxiao aside.

"You little bitch, you dared to bite me, I’m gonna kill you."

Staring at the bloody bite mark on his hand, Zhu Wei was furious, ruthlessly slapping towards Zhao Xiaoxiao’s face.

"Ugh..."

Zhao Xiaoxiao had never seen such a scene before and was immediately frightened, her face losing color, eyes tightly shut.

"Stop."

Zhang Xiaoshan, who had been standing by watching, finally couldn’t hold back and intervened.

Quick with his hands and eyes, he grabbed Zhu Wei’s wrist firmly.

"Hand, hand, hand, it hurts..."

Zhu Wei’s wrist bones creaked under the grip, and he cried out in pain.

"Let go of Mr. Zhu."

The martial artist with the surname Sun, who had just defeated Hu Ming, stepped forward and arrogantly addressed Zhang Xiaoshan.

"Or what if I don’t?"

Zhang Xiaoshan tightened his grip slightly, causing Zhu Wei to kneel on the ground in pain.

"Looking for death."

The Sun martial artist gritted his teeth and swung a fierce punch at Zhang Xiaoshan’s head.

"Careful."

Lying on the ground, Hu Ming was sure Zhang Xiaoshan’s head would be smashed with one punch and couldn’t help but lament mournfully.

Zhao Xiaoxiao was also so frightened that she shut her eyes tightly.

"Dong..."

The next moment, that punch struck Zhang Xiaoshan’s forehead heavily.

There was a loud bang,

like striking a large bell.

"Ah."

Following that was a miserable scream.

It was the scream of the Sun martial artist.

At that moment, all the knuckles on his right hand were shattered, and his entire right arm was bloodied.

Zhang Xiaoshan’s head remained unscathed, and he still stood there, not moving an inch.

"What strong defense, how is this possible?"

"Standing still and taking a full-force blow from a Qi Condensing Martial Artist without a scratch, while causing severe backlash to the attacker?"

Hu Ming on the ground and the other guards who came with Zhu Wei were all dumbfounded.

This level of defense is simply stunning!

"Damn it."

The punching Sun martial artist realized something was wrong and cursed inwardly, but it was too late.

Zhang Xiaoshan kicked out, landing a heavy blow on the opponent’s chest.

The 170 or 180-pound body was sent flying like a football, landing across the road in the bushes, life or death unknown.

"Hiss, Mr. Sun is utterly defeated!"

The guards who came with Zhu Wei gasped in astonishment, retreating a few steps.

None of them dared to come forward.

They worked with Zhu Wei for money, not to risk their lives.

The Sun martial artist was the strongest among them, and seeing his fate, what kind of outcome could they expect if they provoked this person?

"To easily defeat Uncle Sun, you must at least have Gang Qi cultivation."

"Who, who exactly are you?"

Kneeling on the ground, Zhu Wei, although a spoiled brat, knew that his father was one of the four Hall Masters of the Flying Fox Sect and was no fool. He realized Zhang Xiaoshan was extraordinary.

Changing his tone, he tried to threaten and persuade.

"Between you and me, it was just a misunderstanding earlier; we only fight to know each other. If you let me go now, I can let bygones be bygones."

At this moment, Hu Ming, who was lying on the ground, also got up and spoke to Zhang Xiaoshan with some concern.

"Little brother, thank you for courageously helping out. Earlier at the station exit, my cousin and I were rude to you, and we apologize. However, the Zhu family’s influence in the Northeast is indeed immense, and you shouldn’t offend them because of us, two unrelated people."

Zhao Xiaoxiao was staring at Zhang Xiaoshan’s profile, utterly smitten.

You say he’s handsome, but he’s also so manly. If he was my boyfriend, I could brag about him to my girlfriends and gain so much face.

Zhang Xiaoshan looked at Hu Ming and said.

"You said something wrong; strictly speaking, we are not unrelated. You could be considered my employees, so when you are bullied, I, as the boss, can’t sit back and watch."

Zhang Xiaoshan wasn’t wrong.

The Northeast Hundred Herbs Hall is a branch of Lin’s Pharmaceutical, and now Lin’s Pharmaceutical has become Zhang Xiaoshan’s private enterprise. Hu Ming and Zhao Xiaoxiao, working for the Northeast Hundred Herbs Hall, naturally count as Zhang Xiaoshan’s employees.

"You, you are?"

Hu Ming and Zhao Xiaoxiao looked on, full of surprise and doubt.

Master Hei, who had been standing aside, stepped forward and rebuked.

"You one old, one young, two fools, you are here to greet the Miracle Doctor Zhang, and yet he’s standing right before you, and you fail to recognize him?"

"Miracle Doctor Zhang?"

Hu Ming was taken aback.

Instantly, a layer of cold sweat appeared on him.

"Is it possible that Miracle Doctor Zhang is so young?"

He had heard some legends about Miracle Doctor Zhang from friends in Qin Province, but they were mostly exaggerated hearsays, and very few people knew that the young Zhang Xiaoshan was the renowned Miracle Doctor Zhang, rumored to be ruthless.

"Forgive me, please forgive me, Miracle Doctor Zhang. It’s my poor eyesight for not recognizing a true Buddha."

Hu Ming hurriedly knelt on the ground.

Already fascinated by Zhang Xiaoshan, Zhao Xiaoxiao was now even more infatuated, staring at him blankly, almost drooling.

"Don’t look at me like that, it makes me uncomfortable."

Zhang Xiaoshan rebuked Zhao Xiaoxiao, but instead of reacting negatively, Zhao Xiaoxiao found him more manly.

This is beauty in the eyes of the beholder.

"Zhu Wei, you attempted to assault my employee and even tried to attack me. Shouldn’t you give me an explanation?"

Zhang Xiaoshan ignored Hu Ming and Zhao Xiaoxiao, instead directing a cold and sharp gaze at Zhu Wei.