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"That's right …" "Time to go to school … Time to sleep …"

Zhou Zihan said softly, his face flushed red as he stood in place, but he did not leave.

Zhong Wentao was the same. The two of them were very shy, but had a subtle feeling that made it impossible for him to reject them.

After a few minutes of this reluctance, the two of them returned to their respective rooms.

Leaning on the door, Zhong Wentao slapped his face hard to sober himself up.

This was Zhou Zihan, the Zhou Zihan who was like a little sister!

He could not have any presumptuous thoughts, or else it would just be disrespecting Zhou Zihan.

What had he done, how could he do such a thing?

In the other room, Zhou Zihan was similarly leaning on the door, his face flushed red. Thinking about the scene just now, he was very moved.

"What the hell am I thinking!?"

Zhou Zihan said softly. "Big Brother Zhong is clearly only a match with Big Sister Shiyun, I can't break it!"

Looking at the few dresses that Bai Shiyun had bought for her in the wardrobe, Zhou Zihan's eyes turned even redder.

With such a guilty and uneasy feeling, Zhou Zihan didn't sleep well that night.

He left early the next day without even making breakfast.

Looking at the empty kitchen, Zhou Qi started to jump in pain, and started to complain about his daughter being raised for free. Zhong Wentao pretended not to hear it, but his heart felt a little weird.

He had a nagging feeling that Zhou Zihan leaving so early was definitely related to what happened last night. What exactly did he do, to actually cause the atmosphere between the two of them to become so awkward?

After hastily eating breakfast, Zhong Wentao then proceeded to the backyard to busy himself.

During this period of time, for the competition in Chinese Medical Association, Zhong Wentao did not take part in any of the classes in the infirmary. It was only because Zhou Cangzhu was treating the patients that he asked him to come out and give him sufficient time to prepare.

There was only one more day until the finals.

Whether or not he could succeed would depend on that day.

Now that he had reached a certain level of alchemy, he was confident that he could amaze the entire arena.

Chinese Medical Association.

Yang Hao was deep in thought in front of the window in his office. The secretary stood at the door, not daring to go up, afraid of disturbing Yang Hao's thoughts.

"What's the situation on his side?"

Yang Hao asked coldly, his expression did not look good.

There was only one more day until the finals, and Zhong Wentao was still alive and well.

The man he sent back reported that Zhong Wentao had prepared for the third match. If he went on stage, it was very likely that he would win.

"It seems like the guild leader hasn't decided to take any action yet."

Male Secretary respectfully said, as he tried to guess what the president was thinking.

It was obvious that deputy mayor had already given the orders, so they had to make Zhong Wentao lose, and the final time was about to come.

The guild leader wasn't someone who played according to the rules. Otherwise, he wouldn't have become the guild leader.

"Plan A."

Yang Hao said coldly, his expression extremely ugly.

If the guild leader didn't act, then he would have to act personally.

Fortunately, he had already prepared a plan. He knew how much the guild leader loved talent, so he would definitely not listen to deputy mayor's words.

Zhong Wentao, let him block!

Male Secretary accepted the order and left, not daring to delay any further.

A single call was going to decide Zhong Wentao's fate.

"" Ciji Hall, "Zhong Wentao still didn't know that Yang Hao was unable to endure any longer, and was in the backyard seriously inspecting whether or not the finished product of his medicine was essence. It was a very meticulous action, and even he himself had slightly forgotten about his surroundings, as he was only immersed in the same atmosphere.

When a man in a black suit approached him, he looked up and the next second, he was inside a gunny sack and throwing a car.

The car sped off, speeding away.

"Someone come!" Someone is kidnapping! "

Zhou Cangzhu walked out and saw this scene.

The small stainless steel bowl in his hand fell to the ground, and the fruit fell to the ground.

The neighbors ran out to see where the car was.

All that was left on the ground were the fruits that Zhong Wentao had just refined.

The medicine was also gone!

Accompanied by his neighbors, Zhou Cangzhu went to the nearby Public Security Bureau to report the case, but he did not see the kidnapper's appearance, nor did he see the number plate of the car, it was only a blurry outline of the car, the police simply could not step out, they only said that they would find Zhong Wentao and send him away.

The car drove for a long time, until Zhong Wentao was left behind with his internal organs on the verge of vomiting.

The car stank very bad, making Zhong Wentao feel even more disgusted.

Even though he vomited, he despised himself in such a narrow space.

When they arrived at their destination, the people in the carriage couldn't bear to see Zhong Wentao leave like a swarm of bees. They left as if they were escaping, and no one wanted to bother about Zhong Wentao who was behind them.

"Come back here!"

As the familiar voice shouted, the black-clothed men unwillingly brought Zhong Wentao out of the car and threw him on the ground.

"Damn, how disgusting!"

The familiar voice shouted and kicked Zhong Wentao.

Zhong Wentao's eyes were covered by a black cloth, so he could not see what was happening outside, but he was certain of this person's identity.

"Yang Guozhong, have you not been beaten enough by me?"

"You … How do you know it's me? "

Yang Guozhong shouted, his expression extremely ugly.

He had received Yang Hao's orders to bring Zhong Wentao here, and did not allow him to participate in the competition the day after tomorrow.

They thought that by blindfolding Zhong Wentao, they could protect his identity, but from the very beginning, they were already seen through!

"Hmph."

Zhong Wentao snorted, how could he not recognize such a voice?

He didn't know if Yang Hao was really stupid, or if he was just pretending.

Bringing him here in secret, and having Yang Guozhong expose his identity, it was clear that he wanted to tell him who did it.

With this kind of provocation, if he was unable to recognize Yang Guozhong's voice, wouldn't he make Yang Hao disappointed?

"Take off the eyepatch."

Yang Guozhong calmed down for a while before he spoke again. After all, Zhong Wentao had been captured, what was there for him to be afraid of?

When the person in the black suit closed his eyes, Zhong Wentao squinted his eyes.

Before his eyes could adapt to the light, Yang Guozhong had already ruthlessly kicked his stomach. The strength behind his kick was extremely strong, so much that he directly vomited it, dirtying Yang Guozhong's shoes.

"AHH!"

Yang Guozhong cried out as he laid on the ground, as if he was attacked by some poison.

He kept swinging his legs, trying to take his shoes off.

However, by doing so, more vomit had dirtied his clothes, making him look even more bedraggled.

In the end, his underlings reacted and quickly rushed forward to take off his shoes. Only then did it end.

Sitting on the ground in a sorry state, Yang Guozhong gasped for breath, looking even more miserable than Zhong Wentao.

"Haha …"

Covered in filth, Zhong Wentao actually laughed out loud.

If he wanted to kidnap someone and humiliate them, he would have to see if he had the ability to do so.

"Beat him up! Beat him up!"

Yang Guozhong shouted, angered to the point of being angry.

More than 10 black clothed men surrounded Zhong Wentao, punching and kicking him.

These people did not have much in common, only brute force.

Four or five people would be enough to deal with Zhong Wentao, but Yang Guozhong had made all his subordinates do it.

He never thought that a playboy like Yang Guozhong would actually resent him for breaking his marriage with Zhou Zihan. It was truly laughable.

"Hahaha …"

Zhong Wentao did not call for help, but the more he was beaten up, the happier he got.

This strange situation scared even the person who beat him.

They had never seen a person who was still smiling even after he was beaten up.

"Don't laugh!"

Yang Guozhong shouted, feeling that his smile was too ear-piercing.

Zhong Wentao seemed to be unable to hear it, as he continued to laugh, which angered Yang Guozhong.

"You're courting death!"

Yang Guozhong shouted, and quickly went forward.

A fist fiercely punched into Zhong Wentao's stomach.

He didn't hear Zhong Wentong's scream, but he did hear his own scream.

"My hand! My arm! "

Lying on the ground, Yang Guozhong shouted loudly. His subordinates looked at each other in dismay, not understanding what had happened.

The young master was too weak. He was the one who had clearly attacked, yet he had actually fallen … Zhong Wentong fell to the ground. His face was covered in blood, but he still smiled.

As a Chinese doctor, he was very clear about the condition of his body. These wounds only looked frightening, but in reality, they were nothing.

On the contrary, it seemed as if Yang Guozhong wasn't injured at all, but was the one that was injured even more severely.

When Yang Guozhong's fist landed, he was already prepared, he gathered his Spirit Qi at his abdomen, just where Yang Guozhong had hit him.

Not only had it protected his body, it had also rebounded Yang Guozhong's power, causing him to be injured.

He was laughing on purpose to anger Yang Guozhong and teach him a lesson.

Judging from Yang Guozhong's situation, he reckoned that his arm was broken.

If you don't treat properly and listen to the doctor's orders, there will be a sequela of rain and overcast weather in the future.

Although the men in black suits didn't understand what was going on, two of them still walked out and carried Yang Guozhong to the hospital for treatment.

After they left, the people in black suits all heaved a sigh of relief, obviously, they hated Yang Guozhong too.

Without the existence of the annoying person, Zhong Wentao was thrown into a corner and no one paid any more attention to him.

Lying on the ground to catch his breath, he had time to rest and think about his next course of action.

Since Yang Guozhong had appeared, it was clear that Yang Hao did not wish for him to appear in the third round.

If the participants did not appear, then naturally they would be considered to be automatically quitting the competition. Yang Hao's idea was not bad.

Leaving him in a place with no one around, it would be hard for him to leave.

The rope in his hands and feet were tied up extremely firmly, even someone like Zhong Wentao would not be able to struggle free from it. It could be seen that Yang Hao was still fully prepared, and was a little tricky to deal with.

He didn't know if anyone found out that he was kidnapped, but if no one rescued him, it would be even more difficult for him to leave.

Ciji Hall.

Cheng Yang was wearing a hospital gown as he sat on the sofa, his expression heavy.

He was originally training in the hospital to take advantage of the nurse, but just as he was getting excited, he received a call from Zhou Cangzhu.

Zhong Wentao was kidnapped, it was no small matter, he could only endure the pain of saying goodbye to the nurse, and secretly climbed over the wall to leave.

It was just that since he was here, he had no idea who he should discuss this with without Zhong Wentao around.

Even if Zhou Cangzhu called him over, he wouldn't be able to solve the problem.