Rural Mad Doctor

Chapter 548 Women are the source of trouble

Cao Erdan calmly gazed at Huang Zusheng, whose face was covered in blood, and slowly said:

"A fair exchange, a give-and-take! Do you have any objections?"

Huang Zusheng endured his headache.

Despite the burning anger within him, he dared not unleash it on the spot.

The only action he took was a slight nod, and he replied:

"I have nothing to say, you did the right thing!"

If it weren't for his grandfather's warning, he would have immediately blown his whistle and summoned hundreds of people to kill Cao Erdan without feeling satisfied.

But he doesn't dare now.

All I wanted to do was go back to my grandfather as soon as possible to find out what was going on.

Cao Erdan clapped his hands, then said to Chang Youchang:

"Let's treat the injury first, then we can continue eating."

Upon hearing the order, the waiters realized what was happening and rushed over.

Someone guided Cao Erdan and Li Yuzi into the private room, while others quickly brought first aid supplies to give Chang Youchang and Huang Zusheng initial first aid.

The scene was chaotic.

Everyone remained silent, not even daring to make a sound.

Huang Zusheng's power was known to everyone in the club, yet today he was shot in the head and didn't dare to fight back, and those around him felt a strange fear.

Huang Zusheng lost face and was too ashamed to continue eating there.

They went straight out, and the driver was waiting outside. He was quite surprised to see Huang Zusheng come out with a bandage on his head.

He quickly asked, "Young Master, what happened to your head?"

Huang Zusheng did not answer, but only said one sentence:

"Go to Grandpa's!"

The driver dared not ask any more questions and quickly started the car.

Those who served Huang Zusheng all knew the young master's temper.

You must be able to read the young master's expression; if he doesn't want to talk, don't say anything.

If you say one more word, you might get slapped in the face.

Without saying a word, the driver drove off.

In a garden villa on the outskirts of Beijing, an elderly man dressed in a Tang suit is practicing push hands with a tall, broad-shouldered man.

The old man went faster and faster, and the big guy followed suit.

Just then, Huang Zusheng miraculously walked in, looking utterly defeated.

"Grandpa, why should I apologize to the person who bullied me! I'm going to kill him!"

This elderly man was none other than Huang Ting, a councilor of the Shangjing District, a person of great power and influence.

At this moment, he didn't even look at his grandson Huang Zusheng, and focused solely on practicing push hands with the big man, only getting faster and faster.

With a sudden burst of strength, he pushed the 200-pound giant several meters away.

Huang Ting smiled slightly: "Lei Wanjun, you're letting me win again!"

The burly Lei Wanjun chuckled, "The old man's strength is getting stronger and stronger; I really can't handle it!"

Huang Ting waved his hand, and Lei Wanjun took his leave.

Huang Ting then turned his gaze to his grandson.

Do you think Lei Wanjun can beat me?

Huang Zusheng knew, of course, that his grandfather practiced push hands to improve his health, and that Lei Wanjun was a martial arts master, as strong as an ox, an absolute expert.

Huang Zusheng didn't know what his grandfather was trying to say, so he spoke the truth:

"If Lei Wanjun goes all out, Grandpa, you naturally can't beat him!"

Huang Ting shook his head: "Why should I go all out? How could my old bones be a match for him? But why is he holding back?"

Huang Zusheng thought to himself, "Is there any need to ask? Lei Wanjun is your dog, and you are his master!"

But he said, "Grandpa, it's because he respects you!"

Huang Ting sat down, and Huang Yaozu stood respectfully beside his grandfather, listening attentively.

"It's not about being as tough as possible. You need to be tactful, like in Tai Chi. Using softness to overcome hardness often yields better results and avoids mutual destruction."

Huang Zusheng knew that his grandfather was using this to educate him.

He bowed and asked, "Grandpa, is this Cao Erdan someone we should avoid? What are his abilities?"

Huang Ting sighed: "Right now, the Imperial Clan has received orders from above to rectify its conduct. You know the Duanmu family in Nantong, right?"

Huang Zusheng nodded.

That's one of the wealthiest people in Nantong Province.

"They've been wiped out by the imperial family!"

Huang Zusheng asked, "Is it related to Cao Erdan?"

"Not only were they connected, but he orchestrated it all himself. The imperial family was merely his backing; he wiped out the entire Duanmu family!"

Huang Zusheng couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

I've never known what fear is because I have an all-powerful grandfather behind me.

But now, Grandpa's words clearly show that he is wary of this Cao Erdan.

Huang Ting continued, "Not to mention, in Daliang City, it is said that the president of the Chamber of Commerce, Zhen Changfu, was promoted by this Cao Erdan!"

Furthermore, the Ouyang family in Zhonggang City was also firmly under his control.

At the Ouyang family's funeral, he led his team to kill all the elders of the Yingguo Black Wind Society!

When news of these events reached Beijing, the bigwigs in the city's elite circles were filled with apprehension.

I wonder if this fire will break out in the capital, so... how did you get involved with this plague god?

Huang Ting, who had seemed calm and collected, suddenly raised a brow and revealed a fierce glint in his eyes as he looked at his grandson.

Huang Zusheng was so frightened he almost knelt on the ground:

"Grandpa, you can't blame me for this! A woman tried to cling to me, so I taught her a lesson, and it turns out this Cao Erdan knows her..."

Huang Zusheng then recounted the whole story to his grandfather.

Huang Ting frowned upon hearing this:

"Try not to go out and wander around these next few days. I don't know if the Royal Gate is using this as an excuse to get back at us! Remember, women are trouble. Make that woman as far away as possible. If she really keeps bothering you, just put her on the missing persons list!"

Huang Zusheng nodded repeatedly in agreement.

He originally had no feelings for Wang Xue'e. Let alone making her disappear, he would have done the same for Huang Zusheng's mother to protect himself.

After sending Huang Zusheng away, Huang Ting looked up at the sky and remained motionless for a long time.

He was thinking about whether there were any loopholes in his usual work, and whether he would become a target for rectification by the higher-ups.

If it wasn't specifically targeting him, then Cao Erdan's arrogance would only create more enemies.

He hopes someone will confront him head-on, or secretly harm him! That way he can feel at ease.

Hopefully, the Royal Club will trip over a rock and stop the cleanup operation as soon as possible.

……

at this time,

On the beach of Turtle Island in Japan

A melodious sound of a guqin (a traditional Chinese stringed instrument) drifted through the air.

The waves at the seaside seemed to harmonize with the music, creating a melody of the rising tide of the blue sea.

Those who don't understand might think the musician is playing in sync with the sound of the waves.

But experts would be astonished to hear this.

Because it is the sound of the piano that controls the rise and fall of the ocean waves.

This power, which manipulates the external world through music, is so magical and difficult to understand.

But it exists nonetheless, and this old man demonstrating it perfectly.

On the beach, that gaunt figure, wearing a straw hat and a raincoat, looked like an ordinary fisherman, yet he was controlling the waves with sound waves.

After Sakurai finished playing a piece, he pressed his hands on the strings of the koto, and the music stopped abruptly.

The waves receded instantly, leaving behind a group of fish, captivated by the music, leaping and thrashing on the sandy beach.

Only when Inoue Kawanishi, who was in the distance, saw that Sakurai Zang's koto music had stopped did he dare to approach.

He strode over, and upon reaching him, knelt in greeting:

"President, bad news! Terrible bad news!"