Terrible, truly terrible.
Zhao Qiang and Ma Sangou stared at Shen Lang, their pupils filled with bone-chilling fear.
They had never imagined that someone as fierce as Shen Lang existed in this world, a person who could easily incapacitate over a dozen individuals.
In an instant, their faces turned as pale as paper, their bodies trembling uncontrollably from fear.
"What did you say you were going to do to us just now?"
At this moment, Shen Lang strode up to Zhao Qiang and Ma Sangou, sneering, "You said you'd break our hands and feet, and make us crawl like dogs for the rest of our lives, right?"
"Bang—"
As Shen Lang finished speaking, he raised his right foot and kicked Ma Sangou to the ground. Then, he stomped four times consecutively on Ma Sangou's wrists and knees.
"Crack—"
"Crack—"
"Crack—"
"Crack—"
With four sounds of bones shattering, Ma Sangou's hands and legs were ruthlessly crushed by Shen Lang's feet. He would indeed have to crawl like a dog for the rest of his life.
"Ah—"
The violent and brutal crushing of his wrists and knees sent waves of intense pain through Ma Sangou, causing him to let out a pig-like scream.
However, after that single scream, Ma Sangou immediately fainted.
"What?"
Seeing Shen Lang's brutal actions, Zhao Qiang was so terrified that he collapsed onto the ground, wetting himself. The stench was foul and disgusting.
Witnessing this scene, Zhao Min frowned, unable to conceal her disgust.
She could hardly believe that she had been in a relationship with someone like Zhao Qiang for a whole year.
Suddenly, Zhao Min took a serious look at Shen Lang.
Tall, handsome, strong, skilled in medicine, humble and polite when not angered—this man was perfect from any angle.
For the first time, Zhao Min felt her heart flutter for a man, her face involuntarily flushing with shyness.
A husband should be like this.
Shen Lang, however, did not notice Zhao Min's thoughts. His attention was focused on Zhao Qiang.
Looking at Zhao Qiang, who had soiled himself in fear, Shen Lang covered his nose, a look of disdain on his face. "Not good enough, Young Master Zhao. Your courage doesn't match your background."
Zhao Qiang's behavior could be described by an idiom: all bluster and no substance. Such people weren't even worth Shen Lang's notice.
However, since Zhao Qiang had intended to cripple him, Shen Lang would naturally not let him off the hook.
Treating others as they treated him was Shen Lang's consistent approach.
"You... you don't mess around... My dad is Zhao Tianlong of the Zhao Group, and my older brother is Zhao Xiong of the Martial Guard Special Operations Team. If you dare to touch me, you'll be finished for life."
Hm?
Hearing Zhao Qiang's words, Shen Lang's brow furrowed, and he was speechless for a long time.
Shen Lang's reaction was interpreted by Zhao Qiang as fear of his background.
Invisibly, Zhao Qiang's arrogance surged again.
"Boy, you injured me today and made me lose so much face. It's impossible for you to walk away unscathed."
Zhao Qiang looked at Shen Lang, as if he had forgotten he was the lamb awaiting slaughter and Shen Lang was the butcher, and said coldly, "I'll give you a chance. Kneel before me immediately and cripple one of your hands. This young master will generously let you go and spare your life."
"Oh... so should I thank Young Master Zhao?"
Shen Lang couldn't help but laugh and cry at Zhao Qiang's sheer idiocy, saying.
"I don't even take families like the Kong family or the Tang Sect seriously. I even slapped Deputy Director Tang of the Martial Guard. A mere Zhao Group and a member of the Martial Guard Special Operations Team? I'm sorry, that doesn't scare me."
Shen Lang looked at Zhao Qiang and smiled, "From your expression, you won't be content until you're completely despairing. Fine, I'll give you a chance. Within fifteen minutes, call everyone you can. If even one person can save you, I lose."
"Arrogant—"
Hearing Shen Lang's words, Zhao Qiang became enraged. "Boy, you will definitely pay the price for your arrogance."
However, despite his words, Zhao Qiang seized this opportunity.
With that, Zhao Qiang pulled out his phone from his pocket and dialed a number.
The call was quickly connected, and Zhao Qiang cried out to the person on the other end, "Dad, I'm at Qingfeng Community in the East District. Someone is going to break my hands and feet. Come save me within fifteen minutes."
After speaking, Zhao Qiang hung up without waiting for a reply and dialed another number. "Brother, I'm at Qingfeng Community in the East District. Someone is going to break my hands and feet. Come save me within fifteen minutes."
Similarly, after speaking, Zhao Qiang hung up without giving the other party a chance to respond and then turned off his phone.
Zhao Qiang did this to create a sense of extreme urgency.
Zhao Qiang was confident that upon receiving his call, both his busy father and his martial arts-obsessed brother would rush over as quickly as possible.
"Boy, just wait. You and Zhao Min will die a horrible death very soon."
After throwing his phone to the ground, Zhao Qiang looked at Shen Lang and said coldly.
"Don't get too smug. I only gave you fifteen minutes."
Shen Lang looked at the gloating Zhao Qiang and sneered, "After fifteen minutes, Ma Sangou's fate will be yours."
"No, I misspoke. Your fate will be even worse than Ma Sangou's."
Having said that, Shen Lang ignored Zhao Qiang and turned to Zhao Min. The cold and cruel expression on his face immediately softened, and he smiled, "Teacher Zhao, I'm afraid we'll have to wait a bit longer to go upstairs. Don't worry, it won't be long."
"I'm sorry for implicating you, Mr. Shen."
Looking at Shen Lang, Zhao Min felt a little embarrassed and said.
If it weren't for her, Zhao Qiang wouldn't have provoked Shen Lang, nor would this huge mess have occurred.
"It's nothing. I just have a knack for attracting trouble. Even if I don't seek it out, trouble will find me. I'm used to it."
Shen Lang smiled, "Since trouble has found me, I will resolve it. Once resolved, it's no longer trouble, isn't it?"
Looking at Shen Lang's confident and composed demeanor, a ripple appeared in Zhao Min's eyes.
She didn't want to hide anything. At this moment, she had fallen in love with the man before her.
In this lifetime, she would only love this man, and never anyone else.
"Zhao Qiang, where are you?"
The agreed-upon time was fifteen minutes, but Zhao Qiang's rescue seemed to be arriving sooner than expected.
Ten minutes later, a powerful shout was heard. Then, a fifty-year-old elder with phoenix eyes, a hooked nose, a gaunt figure, but who exuded an aura of cunning and cruelty, entered with seven or eight bodyguards.
"Dad, I'm here."
Hearing the elder's call, Zhao Qiang shouted back.
The elder was none other than Zhao Qiang's father, the renowned boss of the Zhao Group, Zhao Tianlong.
Upon hearing Zhao Qiang's shout, Zhao Tianlong led his bodyguards over.
Seeing Zhao Qiang slumped on the ground and having soiled himself, Zhao Tianlong frowned, his face full of anger. He looked at Shen Lang next to him and said, "Boy, did you do this to my son, Zhao Qiang?"