Supreme Warrior in the City

Chapter 781: Chapter 780 You Actually Plot Against Master

Zhao Ping’an was also stunned; he had not even recovered from the shock of defeating his second senior brother just moments before.

And this time, he truly felt it—a powerful force had guided his hand, prompted such an action, and elicited such a response.

Zhao Ping’an looked around, searching for that Immortal, but with so many people, how could he tell which one was the Immortal?

After a brief silence, the scene erupted into chaos, and everyone was baffled by the situation.

A few who were close to the eldest senior brother rushed over to help him up. But the eldest senior brother had been thrown into such disarray that he had no chance of continuing the fight.

”Fuck, you dare to hit the eldest senior brother, that’s outright betrayal and disrespect!” a man shouted, ”How can someone like you stay in our Dewei Martial Arts Hall? Kick him out!”

Only a few, those with close ties to the eldest senior brother, echoed his sentiment amidst the crowd’s tepid response. After all, who would dare confront Zhao Ping’an after he had so easily defeated the eldest senior brother?

”You want to drive me out?” Zhao Ping’an looked at the few men standing by his eldest senior brother and said coldly, ”Fine, let’s let our strength speak. All of you come at once, if you defeat me, I’ll leave!”

These few had originally intended to band together and drive Zhao Ping’an away, but now everyone had been intimidated by Zhao Ping’an, leaving just them. How could they dare to confront him?

With both the eldest and second senior brothers defeated, even if they had the courage of bears and leopards, they wouldn’t dare to clash with Zhao Ping’an.

”Why aren’t you speaking?” Zhao Ping’an took a step forward, his voice cold, ”I’m standing right here, what are you few hesitating for? Don’t want to fight, or don’t dare to?”

The men exchanged looks; one of them gritted his teeth and said, ”Zhao Ping’an, don’t get too smug. The eldest senior brother made a mistake, that’s why you injured him. This isn’t over yet, just you wait!”

The few of them lifted the eldest senior brother and hastily left the scene.

Suddenly, the crowd was engulfed in a silence as still as death, everyone stunned and looking at Zhao Ping’an, unable to comprehend why this usually timid Zhao Ping’an suddenly possessed such formidable strength!

Zhao Ping’an himself was also perplexed, his words and actions all had been dictated by Su Yang’s voice transmission. Truthfully, he hadn’t thought them through himself.

The only one excited and thrilled was Fatty, who had the best relationship with Zhao Ping’an in the Dewei Martial Arts Hall. They were usually bullied together and dared not speak up. Today, seeing Zhao Ping’an defeating both the eldest and second senior brothers, Fatty felt a sense of exhilaration!

Just then, Su Yang transmitted his voice again, ”Don’t just stand there, hurry and take your master to the hospital!”

Only then did Zhao Ping’an snap back to reality and rushed into the hall, ”Master, I’ll carry you to the hospital...”

Just as he was about to support Fu Dewei, Su Yang’s voice came again, ”Don’t carry him, his ribs are broken, he can’t be jostled around, call an ambulance first, then do as I say!”

Zhao Ping’an was about to pull Fu Dewei up, but upon hearing this, he immediately let go and looked around before finally turning to Fatty, ”Fatty, call an ambulance!”

Fatty hurried off to make the call, and at this moment, Fu Dewei vomited a large amount of blood from his mouth.

Everyone around shook their heads, pondering Fu Dewei’s severe injury; even if he was taken to the hospital and saved, how much of his strength would he be able to recover? If only they had agreed to cooperate with the Hu Family earlier and sent him to the hospital immediately, they might have preserved all of his strength.

After such a delay, was there any hope left of saving him?

Just then, a cry-laden voice came from outside, ”Dad, Dad, how are you? What has happened to you?”

A somewhat powdered and dolled-up young woman ran inside. She was Fu Dewei’s daughter, Foo Qinglan, who normally attended school away from home and had hurried back after receiving the news.

Seeing her father’s condition, Foo Qinglan immediately burst into tears and threw herself onto him, ”Dad, are you in pain...”

Just as Foo Qinglan was about to throw herself on Fu Dewei, Zhao Ping’an hurriedly intercepted her.

Foo Qinglan was stunned and then flew into a rage, ”Zhao Ping’an, what are you doing?”

Foo Qinglan had never had a good impression of Zhao Ping’an. She attended an upscale private school in town, where her classmates were all rich second-generation kids. She had always looked down on children from poor families, like Zhao Ping’an.

In fact, she was quite dissatisfied with Fu Dewei for accepting Zhao Ping’an as a disciple, feeling that Fu Dewei was diminishing his status by associating with poor people like Zhao Ping’an.

When she came home, she never showed Zhao Ping’an a kind face, often making him, who was practicing martial arts, do dirty and tiring chores. The contempt from the people at the Dewei Martial Arts Hall for Zhao Ping’an was partly influenced by Foo Qinglan’s attitude.

In front of Foo Qinglan, Zhao Ping’an always acted meekly and never dared show the slightest disrespect. Today, however, he had dared to intercept her, naturally enraging Foo Qinglan to the extreme.

Zhao Ping’an said in a low voice, ”Master’s ribs are broken; his chest can’t withstand pressure.”

Only then did Foo Qinglan realize her father’s condition, and while secretly frightened, she felt even more displeased with Zhao Ping’an.

Since when was it Zhao Ping’an’s place to lecture her?

”Do I need you to tell me?” Foo Qinglan shouted angrily, ”Don’t I know that myself?”

Zhao Ping’an flustered, always rather fearful in front of his master’s only daughter.

”Get out of the way!” Foo Qinglan scolded furiously.

Zhao Ping’an quickly stepped aside, and Foo Qinglan walked over to Fu Dewei’s side, knelt down, and began to cry and shout loudly.

Fu Dewei was breathing heavily, enduring the pain as he patted Foo Qinglan’s arm, ”Don’t cry, I... I’m fine...”

Before he could finish his sentence, he coughed up another mouthful of blood, frightening Foo Qinglan into a piercing scream.

The onlookers shook their heads again—Fu Dewei seemed to be on the brink of death!

”Miss, please step aside.” At this moment, Zhao Ping’an suddenly approached.

”What are you doing!” Foo Qinglan yelled furiously.

Zhao Ping’an did not reply but simply laid Fu Dewei flat on the ground and then gently began to massage him.

”Hey, what are you doing?” Foo Qinglan asked anxiously, ”My father’s ribs are broken, and you’re touching his chest; what are you trying to do?”

Zhao Ping’an still did not answer; he continued the massage at the spots Su Yang had indicated. Finally, his hand landed on Fu Dewei’s chest, and he abruptly pushed down with his palm.

The crowd was astounded. What was Zhao Ping’an trying to do?

With Fu Dewei’s ribs broken, pressing on his chest—wasn’t that seeking to end his life?

If a rib pierced an internal organ, wouldn’t that be certain death?

Foo Qinglan also let out a cry of alarm. With that palm press, Fu Dewei immediately coughed up blood. However, this blood was different from before; it was a mouthful of clotted blood.

Foo Qinglan did not recognize this, and seeing her father cough up blood again, she was almost driven insane. She pushed Zhao Ping’an away, bellowing, ”Zhao Ping’an, what are you doing? My dad has been so good to you, and yet you harm him, you ungrateful beast!”