Urban Romantic Divine Doctor
Chapter 28, trying to steal a chicken only to end up losing the rice

Chapter 28: Chapter 28, trying to steal a chicken only to end up losing the rice

"Now we’re in a society governed by law. Even the Black Dragon Hall wouldn’t dare to recklessly cause me trouble, right?" Xu Wendong forced a smile, but Ding Yao’s words struck a chord in his heart, leaving him with a strong sense of crisis.

No one knew what methods those underworld figures might have if he were alone, it wouldn’t matter. As the saying goes, those with bare feet are not afraid of those with shoes.

But the problem was he lived at his cousin’s house. Once people from the Black Dragon Hall found out, it would definitely threaten the safety of his cousin and cousin-in-law.

Ding Yao seemed to have thought of something, and a bewitching blush appeared on her face, "I have a way to make you stronger."

Xu Wendong asked curiously, "What way?"

Ding Yao blushed deeply, "Let’s continue dual cultivation. Not only can it help treat my condition, but you can also take the opportunity to improve your strength. Once you’re strong enough, do you still need to fear the Black Dragon Hall?"

Xu Wendong was stunned for a moment. This method wasn’t impossible, but why did he feel like Ding Yao was taking advantage of him?

"Let’s call it a morning for now. When it cools down a little in the afternoon, we can continue. Come, let’s go home with sis. I’ll cook you a couple of my signature dishes." Ding Yao’s face was flushed.

Xu Wendong looked at her with burning eyes and swallowed. Compared to Ding Yao’s so-called signature dishes, he wanted to devour this enchanting woman even more.

No!

To be precise, it was to be devoured by Ding Yao.

Meanwhile, Zhao Dahua and others arrived at a quiet tea house.

"Brother Dahua, what’s going on here?" Chen Zhiyuan couldn’t help but gasp when he saw that Zhao Dahua and his brothers were all bruised.

"What do you mean, ’what’s going on’? Damn it, didn’t you say Xu Wendong was just an ordinary person?" Zhao Dahua was furious, kicking over the tea tray in front of Chen Zhiyuan, spilling the tea all over, making a mess.

Chen Zhiyuan shivered in fear. Although he was a director at the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital, he dared not be arrogant in front of someone like Zhao Dahua.

Zhao Dahua’s eyes were icy, "Chen, were you fucking with us on purpose? If Xu Wendong were truly an ordinary person, why did he beat us so badly?"

Chen Zhiyuan was taken aback and quickly said, "Brother Dahua, I didn’t know Xu Wendong was so powerful. If I had known, how could I have possibly hidden it?"

"My right arm was dislocated by Xu Wendong, so hurry up and fix it," Zhao Dahua snapped irritably.

Chen Zhiyuan immediately stepped forward, manipulated Zhao Dahua’s arm a bit, then suddenly pushed it upward. With a snap, Zhao Dahua’s expression turned pained.

But his arm regained its mobility. He sat fuming on the sofa, "Today’s defeat at Xu Wendong’s hands was all because of your wrong intel. I’m not an unreasonable person, but shouldn’t you compensate us with some medical fees?"

Chen Zhiyuan replied nervously, "Isn’t it just right?"

Seeing his subservient demeanor, Zhao Dahua’s anger subsided a bit. He casually crossed his legs and said nonchalantly, "All seven of us got hurt. A hundred thousand shouldn’t be too much, right?"

"Not at all." Chen Zhiyuan forced a smile, but internally he was cursing. As a doctor, he could easily see that these men only suffered minor injuries.

Even if they went to the hospital for bandaging, it would only cost a couple hundred at most.

Yet Zhao Dahua was demanding a hundred thousand, which was blatant extortion. But he didn’t dare refuse either—risking angering these people would certainly lead to no good end for him.

Zhao Dahua looked pleased, "Director Chen is truly straightforward. Since you don’t have any objections to the compensation, then just transfer seventy thousand to me."

"Seventy thousand?" Chen Zhiyuan was stunned, "Wasn’t it supposed to be ten thousand?"

Chen Dahu explained matter-of-factly, "Yeah, ten thousand per person. For seven of us, that adds up to seventy thousand, right? It’s basic first-grade math. Is there any problem? You don’t want to suggest I can’t even do first-grade arithmetic, do you?" At that, he frowned, adding a touch of menace to his already fierce demeanor.

"I thought it was just ten thousand." Chen Zhiyuan felt like crying but had no tears. Ten thousand wasn’t a big deal to him, but seventy thousand was no small sum.

Zhao Dahua widened his eyes, "Damn it, you think our seven faces together are only worth ten thousand? Are you underestimating us brothers?"

"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding." Chen Zhiyuan quickly took out his phone, "I’ll transfer the money right now." Reluctantly, he transferred seventy thousand to Zhao Dahua.

Zhao Dahua gleefully accepted the seventy thousand, then said unhurriedly, "Rest assured, Director Chen, since we’ve taken your money, we’ll definitely teach Xu Wendong a lesson for you."

"I want him crippled." Chen Zhiyuan gritted his teeth. He projected the pain of losing seventy thousand onto Xu Wendong, thinking that if he didn’t cripple him, he wouldn’t be avenged for the wasted money.

"Don’t worry, it won’t be long before Xu Wendong is in a wheelchair right in front of you," Zhao Dahua stood and left the teahouse arrogantly with his subordinates.

"Brother Tiger, what should we do?" A subordinate walking alongside Zhao Dahua offered his opinion, "In my view, we should report Xu Wendong for intentional harm, we could probably get him arrested, maybe even sentenced."

Slap!

Zhao Dahua slapped him hard, angered, "We’re a gang, and we should report to the police when we can’t win in a fight? If so, how could we face anyone in our circle? We’d be laughed at by everyone!"

The subordinate trembled with fear.

Zhao Dahua lit a cigarette, a cold gleam flashing in his eyes, "Have someone tail Xu Wendong and deal with him when the opportunity arises. No matter how good a fighter he is, he can’t take on all the brothers in Black Dragon Hall, can he?"

Back at the teahouse, Chen Zhiyuan slumped on the sofa, reflecting on the day’s events. He felt like he had tried to steal a chicken only to end up losing the bait too. A fury rose within him, "Xu Wendong, we are enemies for life!"

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Meanwhile,

Xu Wendong followed Ding Yao to her home.

As soon as they entered, Ding Yao wrapped her arms around Xu Wendong’s neck like a koala, wrapping her legs around his waist, offering her passion.

Xu Wendong was almost suffocated by her kisses. Even though both of them were sweaty, it didn’t affect them at all; it actually felt thrilling.

However, he didn’t lose his senses. When they finally pulled apart, gasping for air, Xu Wendong softly said, "Sis, let me give you a massage first, so it can be a bit deeper."

Ding Yao blushed, gazing at him with affection, "Why don’t we massage while having an in-depth conversation? Wouldn’t that kill two birds with one stone?"