Chapter Thirty-Four: Shangguan Yueling

In the A District Hospital of Ruxia City, Zhou Lingtian looked at his son, who had just fallen asleep, with a heart full of pain. Then, he went into the corridor, his face instantly darkening—especially the scar on his left cheek, which now appeared even more menacing and hideous.

Staring at Uncle Zhao and his companion, both trembling with fear, Zhou Lingtian felt a murderous urge rise within him. If these two weren’t among the top fighters in his organization, he would have already dealt with them personally.

His son had gone seeking revenge—a task that should have been a simple matter. Yet he had returned with one arm crippled. This was his only son! Not long ago, the boy had already been beaten nearly to death, barely recovered, and now he’d lost his arm!

“Who on earth is that Nangong Yuchen? A high school kid with such strength? Three assassination attempts, three failures—are you two useless?”

Enraged, Zhou Lingtian could no longer care that they were in a quiet hospital. He roared furiously at Uncle Zhao and his companion.

“The warden, that kid is really strange…”

“Don’t you dare give me excuses! I’ve raised you both for years, and you can’t even handle a mere teenager? What use are you?”

His voice grew louder, startling the patients and their families in the corridor. Though annoyed, no one dared intervene.

As the commotion escalated, a male doctor in a white coat emerged from a patient’s room. Seeing Zhou Lingtian raging, he sternly ordered, “Quiet! This is a hospital. If you want to shout, do it outside!”

At these words, Zhou Lingtian’s shouting ceased abruptly. He turned, face dark, and when he realized it was just a middle-aged doctor, his anger flared higher. Even a nobody dared to challenge him now; already fuming, he had found the perfect outlet for his wrath.

“Who do you think you are, daring to order me around?” Zhou Lingtian strode over with Uncle Zhao and his companion, and without another word, slapped the doctor across the forehead, sending him sprawling to the floor.

“You dare lay hands on me here?” The doctor wasn’t cowed. He scrambled up and called for security.

But to Zhou Lingtian, there was no threat. He sneered and struck again, slapping the doctor so hard he crashed into the wall. Grabbing him like a chicken, Zhou Lingtian dragged him back and began to beat him savagely.

After about two minutes, several security guards in black uniforms came running around the corner. Seeing Director Guo being pummeled, their expressions changed, and they stormed over, shouting, “Let go of Director Guo immediately!”

But this only made Zhou Lingtian hit harder, and Uncle Zhao and his companion turned, each taking on a security guard. With a flurry of punches and kicks, the guards were quickly beaten—faces bruised and swollen, utterly helpless.

The curses and screams in the corridor grew louder, drawing nurses and patients out from their rooms to see what was happening.

Meanwhile, in a VIP suite at the end of the corridor, Shangguan Youran said to Mu Feng, who lay on the bed, “You must recover as soon as possible. Ruxia City may not be peaceful in the days to come.”

“Not peaceful?” Mu Feng was a little confused. “Have those two intermediate beasts from the café appeared again?”

On the other side of the bed, a little girl with black twin ponytails, munching on snacks, swallowed her food and giggled. “That cat and wolf were scared off ages ago. They wouldn’t dare cause trouble again!”

She tapped the air with her fingers, and several floating virtual information screens appeared. She swiped them toward the burly man lying on the bed and said excitedly, “Look, reports of disappearances have come in from Towns near District D and E. I bet there are other beasts around!”

Mu Feng coughed and tried to sit up, but after several failed attempts, he lay back, face pale and weak. “It’s just a minor injury. I’m fine. Let’s go and deal with them together.”

“Don’t move. You need to stay here and recuperate. The beasts in District D and E this time are probably below first rank. We won’t need you yet,” Shangguan Youran replied coldly, her face expressionless.

Hearing this, Mu Feng finally relaxed and stayed in bed.

After chatting a while longer, the twin-tailed little girl suddenly put down her snacks, puzzled. “Why hasn’t that Dr. Guo come? Did he forget the task I gave him?”

She hopped off her chair, her big eyes rolling, and walked out.

She hadn’t gone far when she heard shouting and screams coming from the other end of the corridor. Curiosity piqued, she skipped toward the source of the noise.

“Even the mayor wouldn’t dare talk to me like this, and you—a mere doctor—must have a death wish! Believe it or not, I’ll blow up your whole hospital!” Zhou Lingtian shouted, holding the now unrecognizable Dr. Guo by the collar, sneering at the crowd of doctors and nurses who had gathered.

“Warden Zhou… please, let Dr. Guo go! Any more of this and someone could die!” Among the crowd, an elderly hospital director in his fifties pleaded anxiously.

As the hospital director, he recognized Zhou Lingtian—the infamous scarred, bearded warden of A District Prison, who held the military rank of lieutenant. No one in the hospital dared offend him; they could only beg for mercy.

But Zhou Lingtian was unmoved. “Let these three idiots go? Unless you get on your knees and beg, keep talking and I’ll beat you too!”

He had been bottling up his fury over his son’s misfortune for more than a month. Now, finally, with a scapegoat in hand, he had no intention of showing mercy.

His words left the surrounding doctors and nurses red-faced with anger; even the kindly old director’s face twitched with humiliation. Kneel? How could he agree to that? Yet with such unreasonable demands, he had no recourse.

At that moment, the little girl arrived. When she saw that the doctor Zhou Lingtian was holding was the very one she’d found to treat Mu Feng, her face instantly turned cold, her voice sharp with anger. “Zhou Lingtian, how dare you touch Lingling’s doctor! Are you tired of living?”

The childish yet forceful voice silenced the entire corridor. Doctors, nurses, and curious patients all stared in shock at the adorable girl, barely over one and a half meters tall. “Whose child is this? A little girl?”

Zhou Lingtian, meanwhile, burned with rage as he turned around. He had just announced his name, and now someone was calling him out directly—saying he was tired of living?

“I’ll cripple—” The words barely left his mouth when he saw the little girl approaching, and his eyes nearly popped out.

“Why did you stop talking? Planning to cripple Lingling?” she demanded, hands on her hips, twin ponytails bobbing as she stood before him—a sight that exuded an unyielding resolve.

“Ah, Miss Shangguan—no, Grand Aunt, what brings you here? How would I dare harm you? I meant him!” Zhou Lingtian quickly pointed at Uncle Zhao beside him.

With that, he slapped the stunned Uncle Zhao, dropped Dr. Guo, and turned to flee.

Zhou Lingtian was inwardly cursing his luck. He hadn’t expected to run into Shangguan Yue Ling, the youngest daughter of Shangguan Yufeng—a notorious little tyrant who made all of Ruxia City’s leaders tremble.

Every time they met, he ended up dodging bullets. Every year, she’d show up at his doorstep with her personal rocket launcher, threatening to blow up his villa if he didn’t pay up. Anything less than a million wasn’t acceptable. Over the years, she’d extorted at least ten million from him. What was the point in staying—waiting to be shot or robbed again?

Shangguan Yue Ling watched Zhou Lingtian sprinting toward the end of the corridor. She raised her hand, and her time-space ring glimmered as countless black cubes emerged, swirling and coalescing into a black handgun.

“Trying to run from Lingling?” she said, her expression shifting as she licked her lips mischievously. Before everyone’s astonished eyes, she pulled the trigger.

With a hiss, a yellow energy bullet struck Zhou Lingtian squarely on his backside. His body stiffened and, with a thud, he collapsed to the floor.