He realized he hadn't visited Tianyi Pavilion for several days due to the Han Corporation's affairs. He wondered if the two doctors on duty could manage all the patients' conditions without his supervision, so he decided to go back.
Just as he was about to get into his car, Luo Jiaying suddenly dashed out from somewhere. In the blink of an eye, she was already in the passenger seat. While fastening her seatbelt, she said to Han Lang with a giggle,
"Hehe, Han Lang Gege, are you going to Tianyi Pavilion? I'm going too! I haven't seen Wang Fang Jie in a long time, I miss her."
Knowing Luo Jiaying as he did, Han Lang naturally understood that this wasn't her only reason for hopping into the car. He smiled and asked, "Just say what you want, I know your little schemes too well."
Caught red-handed, Luo Jiaying gave an awkward laugh. "Hehe, Han Lang Gege understands me best. I've been stuck at home for days, I'm going crazy from boredom. Can you accompany me shopping after work tonight?"
Thinking of how Luo Jiaying had been diligently accompanying his mother, Su Su, who had been feeling down due to the pharmaceutical crisis, Han Lang felt grateful. He immediately agreed.
"No problem, we'll eat, drink, and play until you're satisfied!"
Luo Jiaying's face lit up with joy. "You said it yourself! You're paying for everything!"
"Naturally!"
Chatting and laughing, he started the car and sped towards Tianyi Pavilion.
Meanwhile,
Ma Long and Wang Fang had thought that after the previous incident, those who came to cause trouble at Tianyi Pavilion would at least be a little more restrained. However, to their surprise, the very next day, over a dozen young, burly men armed with sharp and blunt weapons surrounded the entrance of Tianyi Pavilion once again.
They approached with menacing auras. As soon as they got close, the patients at Tianyi Pavilion felt the chill emanating from the air, and they quickly fled.
"Which one of you is Ma Long? Get out here!"
Sang Biao, wearing floral shorts on his lower half and a suit jacket on top, with flip-flops on his feet, and a shocking scar across his face, exuded a thoroughly ruffian demeanor.
Wang Fang immediately sensed something was wrong. Her hands involuntarily gripped Ma Long's arm, her eyes filled with worry and fear.
"It's okay!"
Ma Long patted her hand reassuringly, signaling her not to worry. He walked to the entrance alone and replied fearlessly.
"I am. You..."
Before Ma Long could finish speaking, several of Sang Biao's subordinates, their faces contorted with ferocity, raised their weapons and lunged at him.
Ma Long didn't dare to be careless. He casually grabbed a folding stool nearby, similar to the one Cecilia Cheung used against Stephen Chow in "King of Comedy," and swung it fiercely.
"Bang!"
The round stool sent one subordinate headfirst into the ground like an inverted carrot. Then, he kicked another subordinate flying and raised the stool high, smashing it down on the head of the third man like a slam dunk.
"Ah~"
The first two were relatively lucky. Although in pain, their injuries were not severe. But the third subordinate was miserable. Blood poured from his head. He dropped his steel pipe, clutched his head with both hands, and screamed in agony.
Seeing Ma Long's thunderous display of power, Sang Biao lost his composure. He waved his hand and growled through gritted teeth, "Damn it, kill him for me!"
His right hand unconsciously reached into the inner pocket of his jacket, feeling the cold object.
To be honest, when Black Wolf had relayed Hou Cang's orders to him in all seriousness, he had felt utterly dismissive.
He thought, "He's just a special forces soldier. No matter how capable, isn't he still flesh and blood? If six or seven people can't beat a dozen, then a dozen can't beat them?"
But now, having witnessed the opponent's strength firsthand, he couldn't help but feel fortunate. If Black Wolf hadn't forcefully shoved that thing into his hand, he might not have brought it.
At the same time,
On the other side, Ma Long's stool flew left and right in his hands. Each strike sent a subordinate tumbling, and although it didn't completely incapacitate them, the outcome was predictable if it continued.
Sang Biao grew anxious. He tried to take out the item from his pocket several times, but it was broad daylight. If he really took it out, the nature of the matter would completely change.
Just then, his peripheral vision caught sight of Wang Fang standing at the entrance of Tianyi Pavilion, looking at Ma Long with a worried expression.
He immediately pointed and shouted at two of his subordinates, "You two, go grab that stinky woman for me!"
The subordinates, receiving the order, immediately charged at Wang Fang with fierce expressions.
Wang Fang was merely a weak woman. Seeing the two menacing thugs, she could only retreat, screaming in terror.
"What do you want? Stay away from me! Ah~ Brother Ma!"
Hearing her cry for help, Ma Long's heart tightened. He kicked away a charging subordinate, then leaped forward, swiftly moving towards Wang Fang.
"Thump, thump."
With two muffled thuds, the two subordinates who had been cornering Wang Fang were instantly sent sprawling to the ground. Ma Long stood protectively in front of Wang Fang, asking anxiously,
"Are you alright, President Wang!"
Wang Fang shook her head shyly and said softly, "I'm fine, thank you, Brother Ma!"
Ma Long didn't have time to be polite with Wang Fang. His expression was grim, and his tiger-like eyes were fixed on Sang Biao.
"Attacking a woman, do you have any shame!"
Sang Biao let out a cold snort. Not only was he not ashamed, but he said smugly,
"Heh, shame? If we cared about shame, we wouldn't be thugs, haha..."
Seeing Sang Biao's attitude, Ma Long's blood boiled.
He was truly enraged!
Raising his stool, he charged forward again, striking left and right, aiming for vital points with every move!
In an instant, screams erupted one after another, and the thugs fell to the ground one by one.
Sang Biao's pupils constricted, his expression tightening. He hadn't expected Ma Long to unleash even greater combat power!
At the same time, he hardened his resolve and instantly pulled a gun, as black as ink, from his inner pocket!
Wang Fang saw everything clearly and gasped in shock, shouting urgently,
"Brother Ma, be careful, he has a gun!"
Hearing the warning, Ma Long immediately looked at Sang Biao, who was chambering a round. He lunged forward, and at the last moment before Sang Biao could raise the gun, he used one hand to grip the barrel and push it down, while with the other, he clenched his fist and struck Sang Biao's temple fiercely.
"Bang!"
A gunshot rang out!
Instantly, the entire world fell silent!
The surrounding crowd screamed and scattered; Wang Fang's eyes widened, her hands covering her mouth; Ma Long's fist, instead of hitting Sang Biao as intended, sent his body crashing heavily to the ground due to the impact of the bullet!
"Brother Ma!"
Wang Fang was terrified. At this moment, she had no time to consider anything else. She rushed to Ma Long's side, covering his profusely bleeding chest with her hands, and tearfully scolded him,
"Why are you so foolish? You could have dodged!"
Ma Long coughed lightly, gritting his teeth to endure the excruciating pain of the gunshot, and said with a serious expression.
"If... if I dodged, wouldn't the bullet... hit you? Then... Young Master... wouldn't he... flay me alive?"
Before Wang Fang could scold him again, Sang Biao, standing nearby, cursed and raised his gun again!
"Damn it, die!"
At this critical juncture, a slender figure flashed by. With lightning speed, he grabbed Sang Biao's gun-wielding right hand, followed by a downward elbow strike.
"Crack!"
Sang Biao's hand bone instantly snapped, and the gun slipped powerlessly from his grasp.
"Ah~"
Sang Biao screamed and looked up. He saw a handsome young man glaring at him furiously, his eyes seeming to spew fire capable of burning him to ashes.
It was Han Lang!