The room was silent.

In the faint light from the bedside lamp, Fang Tao stared hotly at the pair of silk legs peeking out from under the air-conditioned quilt, swallowing hard, wanting to pounce and bite fiercely.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk... Damn, she’s a real gem."

"I’ve been staying in Yang City for so long, and I haven’t seen many goods as fine as this."

"That little bastard Sun Zhe, he sure is lucky with women!"

Suddenly, Fang Tao felt a surge of jealousy towards Sun Zhe, wishing he could be Sun Zhe himself.

As he got closer to the sleeping Zhu Yan on the bed, his gaze became even more heated.

Thinking about exploring Zhu Yan’s winding path of desire, he felt like every cell in his body was about to ignite.

Fumbling for something, Fang Tao pulled a handkerchief sealed in a plastic bag from his pocket.

This handkerchief was soaked in a narcotic, a trick he often used.

Actually, he had done quite a few of these kidnapping gigs before, where the Fang Family would send him to grab women appointed by important clients to win them over, delivering the women for their amusement.

Inside the room.

Fang Tao reached the bedside, standing still, and took out the drugged handkerchief, ready to cover Zhu Yan’s mouth. But at the next moment, he felt a sudden lightness in his body. A large hand reached from behind, gripping his nape and dragging him out of the room.

The hand was as strong as an iron grip, seemingly filled with boundless power.

Fang Tao’s heart skipped a beat, thinking it was Li Song who had caught up to stop him. He was about to yell in anger when a finger poked his mute point.

...

"Boom!"

At the entrance of the living room.

Sun Zhe kicked Fang Tao away as if kicking a football.

The muted Fang Tao couldn’t even let out a scream, crashing heavily in front of Li Song, silently rolling and twitching on the ground.

Sun Zhe stood at the living room door, looking indifferent, casually picking up Ye Qiao’s tennis racket as he walked over, asking, "Is this bastard Fang Tao?"

Li Song nodded blankly, looking at Sun Zhe with admiration.

He never imagined that Fang Tao, a Late Stage of Golden Core Realm expert, would be beaten like a dog in Sun Zhe’s hands!

Before, he worried that Sun Zhe might suffer losses, even planning to mobilize people from the Li Family. But now, it seemed this worry was unnecessary.

Sun Zhe suddenly tossed the tennis racket to Li Song, saying, "Do me a favor."

"Uh... Young Master Sun, say it!"

Sun Zhe glanced at Fang Tao coldly and said lightly, "Beat him to death."

Li Song chuckled, looking at Fang Tao with a schadenfreude gleam in his eyes, "Actually, even if he dies, it’s okay. Martial artists aren’t protected by the law to some extent. Besides, this bastard broke into a private residence and deserves to be beaten to death."

Hearing this, Sun Zhe was taken aback and said, "Then don’t kill him at my house. Take him elsewhere and finish him."

Upon hearing this, the writhing in pain Fang Tao stopped abruptly, glaring at Sun Zhe with wide eyes as if looking at a demon.

Li Song scratched his head, momentarily at a loss. He hadn’t thought Sun Zhe truly had the intent to kill.

"Uh... why not let it go? Keeping him around might be useful."

"Just give him a beating, but keep it quiet."

Sun Zhe didn’t bother to argue, turned around, and went back upstairs after giving instructions.

Before long.

Sun Zhe entered Zhu Yan’s room, seeing Zhu Yan still asleep, with a sweet sleeping face, which made him secretly breathe a sigh of relief, thankful for his timely return.

But at the same time, a pang of guilt rose in his heart.

"Yan’Er, I’m sorry, almost failed to protect you..."

Looking at the sleeping Zhu Yan, Sun Zhe’s eyes were filled with tenderness. He leaned over to fix her quilt and gently kissed her forehead.

"It won’t happen again."

...

In a moment.

When Sun Zhe went downstairs and returned to the courtyard, he found Fang Tao had been beaten to the point of a bloody head, a pitiful sight.

Probably because he was previously beaten, Li Song had gone all out, not treating Fang Tao like a human being.

Seeing Sun Zhe emerge, Fang Tao seemed to grasp a lifeline, crawling to Sun Zhe on hands and knees, disregarding Li Song’s assault, kneeling and kowtowing while whimpering.

Sun Zhe slowly squatted, looking at Fang Tao with no emotion, "Better not make a sound. If you wake the person upstairs, I won’t mind cutting your tongue out."

Upon hearing this, Fang Tao nodded desperately.

Then Sun Zhe tapped, releasing Fang Tao’s mute point.

Fang Tao kneeled in front of Sun Zhe with a face swollen like a pig’s head, looking utterly pitiful.

Sun Zhe propped his hands on his knees, slowly rising, looking down at him and saying, "Did Fang Ruoxue send you?"

Fang Tao looked up cautiously at Sun Zhe, showing a smile uglier than crying, muttering, "Yes, it was her. The Chairman asked me to bring Zhu Yan back, saying she was needed to deal with you."

"Actually... actually, I’ve been monitoring nearby for the past two days. Tonight, I saw you weren’t home, so I..."

This didn’t surprise Sun Zhe. He said, "Take out your phone and call her."

"This..."

Fang Tao hesitated.

"You son of a bitch!"

Li Song, seeing his hesitation, slapped Fang Tao’s face hard.

Fang Tao was slapped dizzy, wanting to cry but had no tears, so he reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone.

Unexpectedly, when he pulled out the phone, a crumpled pair of stockings and panties fell out alongside it.

Seeing this, Sun Zhe’s eyes turned cold, gritting his teeth, "You damn pervert."

Fang Tao, with a mournful face, just wanted to find a hole to crawl into, hurriedly threw the stockings and panties into a nearby trash can, "Sorry, Young Master Sun, I... I just had a moment of madness. I promise it won’t happen again!"

Sun Zhe couldn’t be bothered with his excuses, impatiently said, "Hurry up and call your master!"

"Okay, okay!"

Soon.

Fang Tao dialed Fang Ruoxue’s number and handed the phone to Sun Zhe.

Sun Zhe took the phone, smiled slightly, and said, "Good evening, Chairman Fang."

Hearing Sun Zhe’s voice, only after a moment of silence did Fang Ruoxue’s cold voice come through the phone, "Divine Doctor Sun, good evening."

Sun Zhe didn’t waste time on words with her, saying directly, "Remember the Martial Artist Realm has a rule: don’t involve family in grudges. If you have a vendetta, bring it to me directly."

"You’re the Chairman of a Chamber of Commerce, and that’s all you’re capable of? Trying to capture those around me to threaten me."

"Chairman Fang, if you keep this up, I don’t mind finding a time to visit your big villa and taking your precious daughter for a little outing."

Finishing these words, Sun Zhe hung up without waiting for Fang Ruoxue’s response, tossing the phone onto Fang Tao’s face.

Li Song walked over and asked, "Young Master Sun, what should we do with this piece of trash? Really should take him out and kill him?"

Hearing this, Fang Tao trembled in fright, hurriedly kowtowing for mercy.

"Have mercy, Young Master Sun!"

Sun Zhe looked down at Fang Tao, his expression indifferent, saying, "People like him, who fear death, might still be of some use to keep around."

After saying this, he pulled out an elixir from his pocket and tossed it at Fang Tao’s feet, "Pick it up and eat it."

"..."