Playboy: Medical and Martial Master

Night fell on the outskirts of Yang City, beside the Dalong Reservoir, a place countless anglers considered a fishing paradise.

Sun Zhe scrutinized Han Xinyue and Yue Changlin before him. Knowing they came with malicious intent, his expression grew vigilant. Both of them had suffered greatly at his hands before, yet now they dared to come looking for trouble with such fanfare. They’re clearly well-prepared this time.

Because of this, Sun Zhe didn’t dare to be careless, wary of capsizing in the shallows. Still, I’d love to know where they get this confidence.

His gaze swept over the men in black disembarking from the cars. Could these small-fry really be the source of their confidence?

Breaking the silence, Sun Zhe chuckled and jested, ”Well, it seems our President Han is a master angler after all.”

”I haven’t even caught a fish, but you’ve already reeled me in.”

”I must thank you for the trouble of having your people secretly watch me these past few days.”

Han Xinyue remained silent in the face of Sun Zhe’s jests. Her gaze fell on his face, and her feelings suddenly grew complicated. In truth, she hadn’t wanted to come here to find Sun Zhe. She even regretted reporting his situation to her sect, an act that had prompted Yao Rao to come to Yang City herself. But things had already reached this point, and she had no other choice. This matter was no longer just a private feud between them; it was now a grudge between the Jade Fox Sect and Jiewu Palace.

The Jade Fox Sect would never want Jiewu Palace to have a Witch Master with such limitless potential. If allowed to grow, he would inevitably become a major threat in the future. Now that even the leader of the Jade Fox Sect had appeared, Han Xinyue, a mere disciple, had no say in the matter and could only follow orders.

”Sun Zhe, tonight is the night you die!” Yue Changlin suddenly roared, his eyes seemingly ablaze with fire. The memory of how Sun Zhe had humiliated both him and Han Xinyue made him wish he could drink the man’s blood and feast on his flesh.

As his voice fell, seven or eight men in black rushed forward, quickly surrounding Sun Zhe and Wang Feng.

Yet Sun Zhe remained calm and composed, a smile playing on his lips. His gaze slowly passed over the men in black before finally landing on Yue Changlin’s face. ”Old fool,” he said with a faint smile, ”it seems the lesson I taught you last time wasn’t enough.”

”Has it been so long that you think you’ve got what it takes again?”

Sun Zhe was completely confident in his Nascent Soul Stage strength. Even a dozen more like Yue Changlin wouldn’t be worth his attention.

Hearing this, Yue Changlin sneered, looking at Sun Zhe with pity. ”You’re at death’s door, and you still dare to be so arrogant.”

”Boy, you’d best remember this defiant look of yours. Don’t come begging for mercy later!”

Just then, the door of the rearmost SUV swung open. A cold female voice cut through the night air. ”Are you Sun Zhe?”

Sun Zhe followed the voice and his gaze faltered, struck with a sense of awe.

A woman in a white dress stepped out of the vehicle. She appeared to be in her twenties, with exceptional beauty and an extraordinary temperament. Her waist-length black hair was tied with two white silk ribbons that fluttered softly with her hair in the evening breeze, suffusing the air with a faint fragrance. Her snowy white dress was as gentle as smoke, resembling a blooming lily in the night. It was elegant, dignified, and pure—beautiful to the point of being ethereal, yet so cold that it made people hesitant to look at her directly. The ample peaks of her chest were pressed by her collar, creating a deep, tantalizing cleavage. The exposed skin was as delicate as creamy white jade, glimmering with an alluring sheen in the car’s headlights. As she moved, the light skirt billowed, and her beautiful legs, wrapped in white jacquard stockings, became visible from time to time, both mysterious and seductive.

The woman’s beauty was breathtaking, and her cold temperament was like that of a celestial fairy descended to the mortal realm. She stunned the world simply by standing there.

At this moment, however, Sun Zhe was in no mood to appreciate the woman’s ethereal and otherworldly appearance. His instincts screamed that this woman in the white dress was extremely dangerous. Her figure seemed delicate, but as she walked slowly toward him, he felt a crushing sense of oppression, as if an invisible mountain was bearing down on him.

Sun Zhe glanced at Wang Feng out of the corner of his eye and suddenly called out, ”Feng.”

Wang Feng jolted back to his senses, pulling his mesmerized gaze away from the woman in white and turning to Sun Zhe. ”What’s wrong, President Sun?”

”You need to get out of here now,” Sun Zhe said decisively. ”Find a way to escape and don’t worry about me.”

Hearing this, Wang Feng’s expression hardened. He cracked his knuckles and grinned. ”President Sun, we’ve known each other for so long, why are you still treating me like an outsider?”

”I, Wang Feng, might not be a good person, but I’m not the kind of coward who’d abandon a friend to save his own skin!”

”Maybe you used to look down on people like me, but President Sun, I want to tell you something... only when you’re in real trouble do you find out whether the people around you are men or monsters.”

Sun Zhe’s gaze trembled. He turned his head, his eyes filled with emotion as he looked at Wang Feng. He had, in the past, looked down on people like Wang Feng who moved in the criminal underworld, disdaining to associate with them. After all, the prejudice in a person’s heart is a mountain. But now he realized what a true man Wang Feng was.

Wang Feng grinned and scanned the men in black around them. ”If we go, we go together!”

”If we fight, we fight together!”

”It’s just this bunch of cannon fodder. With the two of us, what’s there to be afraid of—”

BANG!

Before he could finish, Sun Zhe struck him with a palm strike. His body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, tracing a parabola before landing with a splash in the dark water of the reservoir.

Standing on the shore, Sun Zhe slowly withdrew his hand. He watched the ripples spread across the water’s surface and secretly sighed in relief. In moments like this, he could only rely on his instincts. And his instincts told him that Wang Feng could not stay.

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”To still worry about your friend’s safety at a time of crisis shows that your nature isn’t entirely bad. At least you have some redeeming qualities.”

Suddenly, an enchanting yet bone-chillingly cold voice reached Sun Zhe’s ears.

Sun Zhe slowly turned to gaze at the woman in the white dress, his expression thoughtful. Up close, he found her even more stunning. Her beauty wasn’t just in her flawless features, but in her cold, elegant, and otherworldly temperament.

The woman in white had now arrived beside Han Xinyue. Han Xinyue bowed to her with the utmost respect and called out, ”Master,” before retreating to the side with Yue Changlin and the others.

The woman’s face was devoid of expression, as if nothing in this world could move her.

”Witch Master Sun,” she said, her clear, bright eyes devoid of any emotion as she looked at him, ”there was no need for that. Tonight, I am here only for you. I have no intention of harming the innocent.”

”And who might you be, miss?” Sun Zhe asked, his eyes narrowing.

”Yao Rao, Sect Leader of the Jade Fox Sect.”

As her words fell, the air became utterly still. Sun Zhe suddenly felt as if he’d gone deaf. He could hear nothing but the thumping of his own heart. He took a deep breath, staring into Yao Rao’s eyes as he silently began to channel his True Qi Thunder Transformation.

At that moment, Yao Rao took a single step toward him.

Sun Zhe immediately felt disoriented and dizzy. He bit his tongue hard to steady his mind. His gaze turned fierce, and visible arcs of electricity began to crackle over his body. He was just about to launch a preemptive strike when a woman’s shouts suddenly erupted from behind the crowd.

”What are you doing?!”

”Let go of me!”

”Don’t touch me!”

”If you don’t let go, I’m calling the authorities!”

Hearing that familiar voice, Sun Zhe’s heart leaped into his throat. The electricity crackling around him vanished instantly, and his gaze began to tremble.

Qiaoqiao? Stepmom?