Chapter One Hundred and Four: Nothing Good Comes of It

A group of men in black suits stood in front of Lu Hao’s clinic—it was clear they were trouble. Coupled with Zhang Qingfan’s earlier warning that these people had come to cause a ruckus, a heavy weight settled in Lu Hao’s heart.

“Are you Lu Hao?” At that moment, a man in his thirties stepped in front of Lu Hao, blocking his path.

He wore a red headband, his face fierce, eyes sharp like a wolfdog’s. Though not very tall, his presence was imposing. Lu Hao immediately noticed his accent was somewhat off—not quite native, resembling that of someone from Southeast Asia.

“Yes, I’m the owner of this clinic. What business do you have here?” Lu Hao looked at him warily, instinctively sensing a threat.

This feeling came from the training he had undergone in the Qinglong heritage—an instinctual alert akin to what he had experienced when facing formidable opponents like Gao Long and Long Gui. How could such a figure suddenly appear in a quiet village like Peach Blossom?

The man smiled with satisfaction. “It seems I’ve come at just the right time.”

Before Lu Hao could ask further, a cold, sinister laugh echoed from behind the men in black.

“Lu Hao, I’m here to tell you that your clinic will be shut down,” said Sun Wenguo’s voice, icy and menacing.

“Because you caused my cousin, Sun Zihuan, to become a vegetable after that accident—you know about that, right?”

“Get ready to face a lawsuit.”

Sun Wenguo stepped forward, standing directly before Lu Hao.

But this wasn’t the Sun Wenguo Lu Hao remembered. He seemed enveloped in a cold, dark sea, exuding an overwhelming chill—as if standing near him one could hear the mournful cries of seagulls in a midnight storm.

Heavy dark circles framed his pale, almost corpse-like face. His eyes, once wild and arrogant, now burned with a dark, terrifying hatred.

All of this was the result of Lu Hao’s doing.

Because Lu Hao had crippled one of Sun Wenguo’s arms. The other, despite hundreds of thousands spent on rehabilitation, would never regain its former strength.

Though Sun Wenguo spoke of lawsuits, his real intention was to send Lu Hao to his doom.

Shutting down the clinic was just an excuse.

“Sun Wenguo, don’t spread lies. When did I ever harm your cousin?” Lu Hao frowned, shouting back.

“Hahaha, I knew you wouldn’t admit it,” Sun Wenguo chuckled with a twisted grin.

“Lu Hao, I’ll ask you one thing—today, I’m taking you to see my cousin. Are you coming or not?”

Lu Hao’s hands already gripped a silver needle. “You’re crazy. Listen carefully—get out of my sight within three minutes, and don’t waste my time with nonsense.”

“Alright, alright,” Sun Wenguo smiled. “In that case, I’ll have to send someone to escort you.”

“Today, I’ve brought a Southeast Asian underground fighter, Teni. He’s unlike anyone under my command—I believe he’ll teach you a lesson.”

Lu Hao sneered. “I don’t know why you, Young Master Sun, have it out for a barefoot rural doctor like me.”

“You stole my woman, insulted and beat my family, broke my arm—and you still don’t learn your lesson?”

“Looks like you haven’t suffered enough.”

“Move, Teni,” Sun Wenguo ordered coldly, waving to the tattooed Southeast Asian man.

Teni was a notorious underground fighter from Thailand, once representing major underground factions in Thailand to compete in Laos and Myanmar. His record was impressive, and he had killed many with ruthless efficiency.

Sun Wenguo had spent a fortune to bring him here, specifically to deal with Lu Hao’s “unorthodox” techniques.

At this moment, Lu Hao’s hands glowed with the energy of the Azure Dragon. If Teni dared make the first move, Lu Hao would immediately show him what true Chinese martial arts were.

“Wait! Sun Wenguo, I advise you not to act rashly!” a female voice interrupted, halting everyone present.

Sun Wenguo frowned when he heard his name called.

“Who are you? Do you know me?” He scrutinized Zhang Qingfan, confirming he had never seen such a beautiful woman before.

“Are you Lu Hao’s woman?”

“I’m a doctor at the First People’s Hospital,” Zhang Qingfan took a deep breath and said.

“If I’m not mistaken, Sun Linhai of the Sun Group, and Sun Zihuan currently being treated at our hospital, are very important to you,” she said, locking eyes with Sun Wenguo.

As she spoke, Sun Wenguo’s expression changed drastically.

“How do you know about my uncle?” he asked in confusion.

Zhang Qingfan nodded. “That’s right.”

“What I can tell you is this: if you want to find a doctor in this province who can truly treat your cousin, it’s probably only the man in front of you.”

Sun Wenguo’s face twisted in disbelief. “What? You mean you want Lu Hao to save my cousin? You’re joking.”

His anger surged uncontrollably.

His arm was ruined by Lu Hao.

Sun Wenguo, born with a silver spoon, never suffered such a humiliation.

He wanted nothing more than to have Lu Hao captured and crushed.

Yet someone was now telling him to invite this very man for help?

“Yes, I’m not joking,” Zhang Qingfan adjusted her hair.

“I’m a doctor at the First People’s Hospital, currently studying medicine under him. If you haven’t attended medical school, you wouldn’t understand how miraculous his skills truly are,” she said earnestly.

“Don’t make me laugh,” Sun Wenguo sneered coldly.

Even if Lu Hao could save my cousin, I would never call on him.

All he wanted now was for Lu Hao to die, to vanish from Peach Blossom Village forever.

Zhang Qingfan’s expression shifted; she hadn’t expected such a response.

She hesitated, feeling helpless.

“Sun Wenguo, don’t you want Sun Zihuan to recover?” she asked, surprised.

“No need. He doesn’t have that ability. Teni, attack,” Sun Wenguo waved his hand, signaling Teni to deal with Lu Hao immediately.

Earlier, he had instructed Teni to break both of Lu Hao’s legs, forcing him to kneel and beg for mercy.