Chapter 33: You Had Better Not Keep Me Waiting Too Long

So, this man was the very person Third Master had warned us to be wary of!

Yet, one thing baffled me. From his conversation with the two doctors just now, it was clear he wanted to save Third Master. Wasn't he the one who turned Third Master into this state? Why play the hypocrite and try to save him now?

"Master!" Little Monkey lunged toward the bedside, hugging Third Master. But Third Master’s eyes remained tightly shut, motionless, showing no reaction at all.

"What did you do to my master?" Wen Liang glared at Luo Weijing, his eyes brimming with tears.

The ward door behind us opened, and Zhao Xiangbo stood in the doorway, offering a fawning smile to Luo Weijing. "Godfather, my brother Wu Sheng and that black-clad kid went up to the roof! He wouldn't let me follow, but do you want me to take some men up to help?" Although he was speaking to Luo Weijing, his eyes kept darting toward the bespectacled girl.

Luo Weijing glanced at him and beckoned. Zhao Xiangbo’s face lit up, and he trotted over. But just as he reached him, Luo Weijing raised his foot and kicked him squarely in the chest!

He tumbled backward like a ball, crashing into the wall beside the door. His head struck the wall with a loud thud, finally bringing his body to a halt. The impact was severe; Zhao Xiangbo lay motionless on the ground, struggling to catch his breath.

The two men in white coats were startled, but they immediately turned their heads away, pretending not to see. The young woman with glasses, however, seemed unfazed, not even bothering to look back.

My heart sank. I never expected that this fat man, Luo, was also a master of Qi cultivation! Given Zhao Xiangbo’s level of cultivation, even Brother Hei wouldn't have been able to produce such an effect with a single kick. This fat man’s level of cultivation was definitely no less than Brother Hei’s.

Does that mean he is also a Qi practitioner?

Qi cultivation can enhance any human skill. For example, Third Master’s disciples all have their own specialties; they enter the path quickly and progress rapidly. This is the hallmark of a Qi practitioner. However, the most direct and effective manifestation is in traditional martial arts. Take Brother Hei, for instance—once he steps into the ring, the gap between a Qi practitioner and an ordinary kickboxer becomes glaringly obvious. With equal body weight, a practitioner’s strength and endurance far surpass those of an ordinary athlete.

Zhao Xiangbo shook his head, looking at the fat man from the floor with a pained expression. "Godfather, why did you hit me?"

Luo Weijing looked at him with disdain. "You idiot! If you dare to act smart again, I'll throw you into the sea! If I wanted him dead, I would have done it years ago; I wouldn't need to use a piece of trash like you! Until I find what I’m looking for, he is not to die, even if you do. Do you understand?"

Zhao Xiangbo glanced at Third Master on the bed, trembling as he nodded.

Luo Weijing let out a cold snort. "If it weren't for the fact that your ruthless nature reminds me of myself when I was young, I would have kicked you out long ago! Remember, I don't lack people who will stop at nothing, but I despise idiots! Let this be the last time; you’d better start using your head."

Zhao Xiangbo scrambled to his knees, pressed his forehead to the floor, and said, "Godfather, I was wrong! Thank you for giving me another chance!"

"Get out!" Luo Weijing barked, turning his back on him. Zhao Xiangbo crawled away as fast as he could.

I looked at the two doctors and asked, "Doctor, what exactly is wrong with Third Master?"

Luo Weijing stepped back and sat on an empty bed nearby, saying to the girl with glasses, "Xiaoman, you tell them."

Though dressed maturely, the girl’s face was very young, looking almost underage, yet her expression held a cold, world-weary indifference. She pushed up her glasses and said emotionlessly, "Mr. Ma suffered from mechanical asphyxiation, which led to cerebral hypoxia and resulted in severe neurological damage—in other words, brain death."

"Master!" Liang and Little Monkey cried out in grief. I had never imagined that after only two days apart, Third Master would end up like this.

"You bastard!" Little Monkey turned, pointing at Luo Weijing. "You’re the one who caused this to my master!" He charged at Luo Weijing, ignoring everything else!

But the moment he moved, a gust of fragrance swept past. Before I could see clearly, Little Monkey was shoved into the air, crashing heavily onto Third Master’s bed.

The girl stood before Luo Weijing, looking coldly at Little Monkey. "Are you deaf? Didn't you hear my father talking to that self-important idiot just now? It was that fool’s doing, not my father’s! Keep your mouth clean. If you dare to be disrespectful to my father again, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

Her movements were so fast! In that split second, I only saw her blur past me; she had gone from behind Luo Weijing to standing in front of him! It turned out that everyone in this family was a master of Qi! They looked about our age, yet their strength was so immense—I couldn't fathom how they had trained to reach such a level.

"Master!" Little Monkey cried out in a panic, jumping off the bed. Third Master, of course, showed no reaction; he was currently like a dead man.

I grabbed Little Monkey and gritted my teeth, saying to Luo Weijing, "Whether you personally hurt him or not, this has everything to do with you! You can’t hide from this debt, and you won't escape it!"

"Heh!" The girl looked at me with disdain. "Is talking trash useful? A little worm like you could be crushed by me easily. What right do you have to shout at my father?"

I puffed out my chest, stepped forward, and looked her in the eye. "Flowers don't bloom for a hundred days, and no one stays lucky forever! Can you guarantee that the Luo family will always be this wealthy? Can you be certain that I won't surpass you in the future? A gentleman’s revenge is never too late—who wins and who loses, can you really conclude that now?"

Her expression shifted. She looked at me and said, "Do you think we’ll give you the chance to grow stronger?"

I didn't flinch. Chest puffed out, I shouted, "Then kill me now! As long as I have a breath left, I won't let you get away with this!"

Perhaps it was my intensity, or perhaps it was the terrifying sight of my blood-covered face, but a flicker of panic and fear appeared in her eyes. Unwilling to back down, she clenched her fists stubbornly and glared at me. "Then I’ll kill you right now!"

"Xiaoman!" Luo Weijing stopped her. He stepped in front of me, narrowing his eyes as he looked at me. "It’s been a long time since anyone dared to speak to me like that. Fine, I’ll give you that chance. I’ll wait for you to get stronger. But you’d better not make me wait too long!"

*Bang!*

The ward door was kicked open, and a blood-soaked, hulking man stormed in!

The girl jumped in surprise. "Brother, what happened to you?"

"It’s nothing, just a few scratches," the man waved his hand dismissively and said to the two doctors, "Come over and patch me up!" He turned his head, sneering at the three of us. "Oh, by the way, that black-clad kid is your friend, right? Better go save him on the rooftop. He’s hurt worse than I am—if you go too late, he’ll be dead. Tough kid, quite a handful. If he managed to hurt me, I suppose he’s got some skill."

Our hearts plummeted. We turned and ran. I pulled Little Monkey and said, "You stay here and look after Third Master. Liang and I will go up!"

Little Monkey stopped, crying out, "Stone, you must not let anything happen to Brother Hei!"