Chapter 257

Chapter 257 - Loser

Fong Zihao and his companion were both taken aback. They had only caught a fleeting glimpse and couldn't make out where this person had appeared from.

Nevertheless, Chu Wenwen was now embracing him, which was more than Fong Zihao could stand.

He had long fantasized about such a moment, yet he had never acted on it. Now, someone was doing exactly that right in front of him, and it was Chu Wenwen who had initiated it. Fong Zihao inwardly cursed her for her pretense of decency. Finnd new chapters at novelhall.com Fong Zihao. I have important matters to discuss with Wenwen. And you are?” Fong Zihao declared, hoping to intimidate the newcomer.

“I don't care who you are. It doesn't matter if you're bullying Wenwen or using such low tactics on any woman—I won't stand by idly. You should be the one worried,” Zhang Xiaolong retorted icily.

“What do you intend to do? I'm warning you...” Fong Zihao began, his bravado faltering as he suddenly felt a chill.

This chill swiftly shattered his sense of security, leaving him with the frightening realization that the man before him could potentially end his life with a single punch.

“Oh? You're scared too?” Zhang Xiaolong sneered. “Remember, the divine watch over us. Good and evil will ultimately be requited. You surely don't believe that committing such vile acts will go unpunished?”

As Zhang Xiaolong moved to step forward, Chu Wenwen clung to him, pleading, “Xiaolong, let's just leave. Don't waste your time on them...”

Zhang Xiaolong was perplexed, but Chu Wenwen knew all too well the extent of Fong Zihao's influential connections. If Zhang Xiaolong were to harm him, it could lead to serious complications.

Even though Fong Zihao had instigated the situation, since it hadn't escalated, it was best to leave things be.

“What? You feel sorry for this man who intends to harm you?” Zhang Xiaolong asked, astonished. “Consider what might have happened if I hadn't arrived. If he goes unpunished, do you really think he'll back off and not trouble you again? I can't always be around to protect you.”

Chu Wenwen paused momentarily but remained resolute. “I don't want to drag you into this. If I'm more cautious in the future and don't give them any chances, everything should be fine.”

Zhang Xiaolong shook his head, understanding that Wenwen was considering his well-being, yet he couldn't help feeling that it let her off too easily.

“Hehe, now I remember,” Fong Zihao sneered, emboldened by Wenwen's hesitation, “You're the farmer Wenwen has taken up with, aren't you? Haha, if you have any sense, you'll step aside. Once I'm done with her, you can take this woman back. I've set my sights on her today.”

Zhang Xiaolong paid him no further attention, instead turning to Fong Zihao. With a subtle effort, he twisted the stolen dagger in his hands into a corkscrew shape.

This display terrified Fong Zihao. He hadn't been able to grasp the earlier talk of crippling martial arts, nor had he felt much fear, but the strength of this gesture was unmistakable.

“You... if you dare lay a finger on me, I'll...” Fong Zihao struggled to find his words.

Zhang Xiaolong smirked and dismissed him with a swift palm strike.

Fong Zihao was sent flying, landing unconscious beneath a large tree.

“Ah...” Chu Wenwen gasped in fright. “He's not dead, is he?”

“Rest assured, I was careful. He'll live,” Zhang Xiaolong reassured her before addressing the driver, “Take this man back. When he comes to, tell him that being incapacitated for a year is the price he's paying. If he misbehaves again, the consequences will be far more severe.”

A year incapacitated?

Though the statement was cryptic, the driver grasped its meaning instantly. Eagerly, he asked Zhang Xiaolong, “Understood. I'll make sure he gets the message. And... Master, is there any chance for my recovery?”

“Live righteously and seek me out after a year. If I see that you've truly reformed, I'll consider giving you a chance,” Zhang Xiaolong replied coolly.

“Thank you so much!” the driver exclaimed, energized. “I'll take Fong Zihao back right away.”

“I need to use the car for a bit. Have Zihao send someone to Clear River Village to pick it up,” Zhang Xiaolong instructed, ushering Chu Wenwen into the vehicle. They sped off, leaving a trail of dust behind.

The driver gazed at the unconscious Fong Zihao and had no choice but to hoist him onto his back, making his way outside with great effort.

He had chosen this treacherous spot, so it was only fitting that he ended up in this predicament.

“Where are we headed?” Chu Wenwen, having narrowly escaped disaster, felt her spirits lift. She even began to feel an inexplicable fondness for the man beside her.

“We're heading back to the concert, of course. We're running out of time!” Zhang Xiaolong announced.

“Oh no! We're going to be late!” Chu Wenwen suddenly realized they had one more critical task to attend to.