Chapter 189: A Real Man

Taking advantage of the moment when no one had yet recovered their wits, Chang Yu executed a textbook kip-up, leaping straight up from the ground.

Gathering all his inner qi into his fist, the next moment, a violent gale whipped up, making time itself seem to freeze in the present instant.

Dazzling sparks leaped in the high-speed collision as Chang Yu's punch knocked away the handgun of the man in the black robe, accompanied by a series of ringing metallic clashes.

Bolstered by his inner qi, Chang Yu's fist was as hard as steel, and a majestic, formidable battle intent radiated from his body, imposing and grand.

For a moment, Zhao Dasheng and the beauty in the cheongsam both harbored an illusion: the Chang Yu before their eyes was no longer a mortal man, but a celestial deity descended from the heavens.

"Aaaaaah!"

The man in the black robe let out a cry of agonizing pain, clutching the hand he had just used to hold the gun. That very hand had been bent into an unnatural angle by the immense force.

Clearly, Chang Yu's heavy blow just now had broken his hand.

Seizing the opportune moment, Zhao Dasheng grabbed the wrist of the beauty in the cheongsam and pulled her to his side, freeing her from the grasp of the man in the black robe.

Meanwhile, with a stern expression, Chang Yu walked step by step toward the curled-up figure of the man in the black robe.

Lacking his firearm, the man in the black robe was nothing more than an ordinary person without the strength to truss a chicken. With a single kick to the stomach, Chang Yu sent him crashing to the ground like a stray dog.

Having suffered severe trauma to his abdomen, the man in the black robe vomited endlessly, rolling his eyes before fainting away and losing consciousness entirely.

"Alright, everything is resolved!"

Chang Yu turned around to look at the tense-looking Zhao Dasheng and the beauty in the cheongsam, flashing them a naive, simple smile.

"Th—thank you so much, Big Brother Chang Yu." The beauty in the cheongsam swallowed hard, unsure whether it was due to nervousness or fright from the piercing aura Chang Yu exuded.

One had to bear in mind that the young man before them had just single-handedly overturned two armed thugs, and without showing an ounce of mercy at that.

"You don't need to worry about what comes next. I will take responsibility for handling the aftermath." Chang Yu took a deep breath and added, "Rest assured, I guarantee it won't cause you any trouble."

Roughly fifteen minutes later, a medium-sized military cargo truck and an off-road vehicle pulled up sequentially in front of Zhao Dasheng's villa.

Comrade Xiao Li leaped down from the vehicle with a large contingent of men and bustlingly pounded on Zhao Dasheng's front door.

The next moment, the door swung open, and Chang Yu's slightly pale face came into view before the gathered crowd.

"Oh, Xiao Li, you're here." Chang Yu patted Comrade Xiao Li on the shoulder, inadvertently aggravating his shoulder wound and causing him to wince in pain.

"Chief, you're wounded!" Comrade Xiao Li immediately spotted Chang Yu's blood-soaked shoulder and asked with deep concern.

"Took a bullet, nothing major." It was not Chang Yu's first time getting injured, and he appeared quite calm.

"As it happens, we brought an accompanying military doctor with us this time. Let him tend to your wound."

Without waiting for Chang Yu's consent, Comrade Xiao Li casually summoned a man in a white lab coat and instructed, "I'll leave the Chief in your hands."

"Don't worry, Brother Li." Carrying a white iron medical case, the military doctor walked over to Chang Yu's side.

Using a pair of scissors, he carefully cut away the fabric around Chang Yu's shoulder. Because it had been soaked in blood, the clothing was glued tightly to his skin, and the doctor labored for quite a while before finally snipping the material away.

"Your injury isn't severe; the bone is untouched. However, due to the large surface area of the wound, I'll need to put in a few stitches."

After a single glance at the injury, the military doctor had a firm grasp of the current situation.

"Go ahead and stitch it up then." Chang Yu agreed without any objection.

"Before that, I need to clean your wound with alcohol to prevent infection." The doctor produced a brown glass bottle bearing the prominent characters "Medical Alcohol." "This process might be somewhat painful, so please bear with it."

He uncorked the glass bottle and poured the alcohol straight onto the wound on Chang Yu's shoulder in one go.

Instantly, dark red, foul blood oozed slowly down Chang Yu's shoulder, staining his entire body.

"Hiss!"

Chang Yu drew a sharp breath, feeling a burning, fiery pain shoot through his shoulder as beads of sweat the size of soybeans dripped down his forehead.