Le dieu urbain extraordinaire de la médecine - Chapitre 56

“Bien, I’ve finished chatting her up.” Huang Xiaolong looked at Leng Kai and Song Jian with a smile. “C'est ton tour. Do exactly the same as what I did to Cui Feiyan, here—look closely at that girl.”

Huang Xiaolong was purely doing this for fun.

“You…you…what is going on?” Song Jian looked at the unscathed Huang Xiaolong in astonishment. “Why did Ms. Cui Feiyan give you money? You…you molested her in public, why didn’t she kill you?”

“How am I supposed to know? Perhaps it’s love at first sight,” Huang Xiaolong chortled.

“My *ss! Why would Cui Feiyan even look at a hillbilly like you? She’s not blind!” Leng Kai’s eyes were filled with jealousy. He thought to himself that if he had known this earlier, he would have gone down to smack Cui Feiyan’s butt. Not only would he have gotten away with it, he would have even been able to earn some money out of it.

“Quickly come down,” Huang Xiaolong urged Song Jian.

“I…I’m going down, you think I’m f*cking afraid of you?” Song Jian thought to himself: if a hillbilly like you is able to molest a goddess in public and emerge unscathed, then if I were to slap a private room princess’s butt, she can’t possibly do anything to me, droite?

“Xiaolong, que se passe-t-il?” Song Yuru hurriedly pulled Huang Xiaolong to the side. “Également, weren’t you a bit too obscene? You actually did something like that…”

A y regarder de plus près, Song Yuru was still somewhat jealous.

Whether it was pretend or real, Huang Xiaolong was Song Yuru’s boyfriend today. He should not have hit another woman’s butt in front of Song Yuru…

Song Yuru felt chagrined, thinking to herself: if you want to hit someone then hit mine, why did you have to hit Cui Feiyan’s butt…

“I’m treating Cui Feiyan’s disease.” Huang Xiaolong said with an earnest expression. “She had a strange disease, hence I was giving the nerves in her gluteal region a massage, after which she gave me ten thousand bucks as medical fees. I am not some kind of sick pervert.”

Huang Xiaolong’s words sounded genuine.

“Est-ce possible?” Song Yuru was slightly dubious.

“Mmmmm, Xiaolong, Je te crois.” Shu Qinghan looked at Huang Xiaolong coyly and in awe. “Xiaolong, your medical skills are amazing, and you are an expert when it comes to complicated diseases, like chasing the snake out of my stomach. What kind of disease did Cui Feiyan get?”

“Irregular menstruation,” Huang Xiaolong replied mildly.

À ce moment là, there was a disturbance in the big hall below.

Assez sur, Song Jian really walked down with his head high, sought out the private room princess that Huang Xiaolong had pointed out, and imitated Huang Xiaolong, giving the pretty private room princess a slap on her plump butt.

De manière inattendue, that private room princess flared up and gave Song Jian a backhanded slap on the face, leaving dark red fingerprint marks on his cheek, making him look very sorry indeed.

Song Jian flew into a rage and kicked out at the private room princess, l'envoyer voler, “Putain, tu es une salope, you dare hit me? The f*ck, you are a private room princess. You sell your body for a living, and you still are f*cking playing innocent. Am I not allowed to touch you? Va te faire foutre!”

The private room princess stood up and glared at Song Jian with hatred before running off.

Song Jian bristled with anger as he returned to the second floor.

“Cette…” La jeune femme, Manager Zuo looked at Song Jian then at Leng Kai, a strange expression in her eyes. “Young Master Leng, this friend of yours should not act rashly…how about you both not play here today.”

“Bah!” Leng Kai said arrogantly. “Isn’t it just hitting a private room princess? Is it that big a deal? Manager Zuo, just take us to our private room. If that private room princess is unhappy then let her come to me.”

Manager Zuo sighed, l'air hésitant. pourtant, she still arranged a luxurious private room for Leng Kai and the others.

A fruit platter, imported wine, and draft beer were served. Manager Zuo even sent a bottle of 1898 Remy Martin.

Huang Xiaolong sat on the couch, regarder à gauche et à droite, marmonnant pour lui-même, “Is this a KTV?”

Shu Qinghan smiled from the side. “Xiaolong, I’ll request whatever song you want to sing.” Her eyes darted around with a knowing look. “Autrement, you and Yuru can both sing a love song together. How about ‘The Love of Hiroshima’? Can you sing this, Xiaolong?”

Song Yuru objected. “I don’t want to sing ‘The Love of Hiroshima’, that song is about a one-night stand, Je n'aime pas ça.”

Shu Qinghan giggled, “Yuru, is it that you want to be with Xiaolong forever?” She burst out laughing, a flicker of unnoticeable admiration flashing in her eyes.

“C'est exact, my wife and I are a pair of lovebirds. We are definitely going to marry, have children, and live happily ever.” Huang Xiaolong’s words were unequivocal.

“Oh…” Upon hearing Huang Xiaolong’s words, Shu Qinghan felt strangely disappointed.

son expression est restée inchangée alors qu'il se contentait de plisser les yeux, before Leng Kai, Song Jian, and the others could request a song, the door to the private room was slammed open in a loud bang!

Several shirtless muscled men with tattoos covering their arms filed into the room!

The leader of the pack was a thirty-odd-year-old big bald man, son regard est froid. He had a hideous knife scar on his forehead and had a brutal and vicious-looking face, like a murder criminal. A pretty private room princess snuggled up to him like a little bird.

This private room princess was not just any random person but was the one that Song Jian had sent flying after having been slapped on the butt by him.

“Meimei, who was the one who hit you. Regarde attentivement.” The big bald man said ominously.

“C'est lui! Brother Biao, he’s the one who hit me!” That private room princess pointed at Song Jian with hatred filled eyes.

Song Jian felt a cold fist tightening around his heart, en pensant: sh*t!

Chen Shuangshuang and the other ladies cowered in fear.

Song Jian immediately looked at Leng Kai pleadingly.

Après tout, Leng Kai was no stranger to these situations; il s'est levé d'un coup. “Que signifie cela?”

“Que signifie cela?” The big bald man smiled grimly. “My girl was hit by you guys, and you ask me what I mean by this? You…get here right now!” He growled at Song Jian.

“This big brother, est-ce nécessaire?” Leng Kai did not back down, and instead felt a rush of elation in anticipation of showing off. “My name is Leng Kai, my father is the deputy district chief of West Lake District, give me some face please.”

Although this was New District and not West Lake District, Leng Kai believed that dropping his father’s name would carry some weight.

“Putain! A deputy district chief, and from West Lake District no less, isn’t worth jacksh*t!” the big bald man scoffed. “You dare hit someone at my place, even f*cking hitting my girl…today I’m going to finish you off!”

“Toi!” Leng Kai’s face fell, he had not anticipated his name-dropping his own father to be a flop!

“Hahahaha…why, es-tu mécontent? Go back and ask your dad if New’s District’s ‘Bald Sang Biao’ is someone a deputy district chief like him can provoke?” The bald bulky man laughed coldly.

Bald Sang Biao?

Upon hearing this title, Leng Kai felt a gust of chilly air running down his spine!

He really had hit a snag this time!

Bald Sang Biao, New District’s big boss, managed more than half of New District’s entertainment centers. He collected more than eighty percent of the parking fees, and managed a property company, a car rental agency, as well as a real estate company.

This type of person could get whatever he desired and had absolute protection within the city as well.

He could have cared less even if it was the district chief, let alone a deputy!

“So it’s Brother Biao…” Cold sweat dripped down Leng Kai’s face profusely; both of his legs nearly buckled. “Brother Biao, all a misunderstanding, this is all a misunderstanding…Song Jian! You come here and clean up your f*cking mess! You dare hit Brother Biao’s girl? Je ne peux pas t'aider cette fois, quickly come here and apologize to Brother Biao!”

Bien, alors. Leng Kai had straight-up betrayed Song Jian!

Initialement, he had declared boldly that he intended to cover up for Song Jian and deal with the aftermath if anything were to happen. Maintenant, upon hearing the other side’s resounding title, he actually betrayed Song Jian.

Dans la salle privée, An Kang, Chen Shuangshuang, and the others looked at Leng Kai with disdain.

“I…I…” Song Jian was scared out of his wits; he had also heard of New District’s “Bald Sang Biao”. It was said that he was a fierce character who had killed people back in the day and was so powerful he was let out after just spending several years in jail! Each of the lackeys under him was more vicious than the next one.

“Sortir!” Bald Sang Biao thundered, a murderous look on his face.

“Brother Biao, J'ai tort!” Song Jian dropped to his knees. “Brother Biao, J'ai tort, j'étais aveugle, could you…could you let me go…”

“Hehe…let you go?” Bald Sang Biao laughed coldly before sizing Song Jian up with a look reserved for working animals.

“Brother Biao, le paralyser!” A lackey behind him straight up pulled out a dagger.

Dans la salle privée, Chen Shuangshuang and the others were frightened and started to cry.

Song Yuru and Shu Qinghan leaned toward Huang Xiaolong, subconsciously seeking protection.

“Xiaolong…these people are really scary…” Song Yuru said quaveringly. “Let’s call the police.”

“Épouse, Qinghan, n'aie pas peur. This has nothing to do with us.” Huang Xiaolong had a serene expression on his face.

À la fois, he had a slight urge to laugh.

He had randomly found a private room princess for Song Jian to chat up and give a cheeky butt smack. Comme il est apparu, the receiving party was actually the girl of a big shot in New District…

What a f*cking coincidence!

Even God above could not stand Song Jian and wanted to finish him off!

“If you want me to forgive you, the answer isn’t necessarily a no…” Bald Sang Biao waved his hand, stopping his lackey. He looked at Song Jian teasingly like a cat playing with a mouse, “Que dis-tu de ça, Je vais vous donner deux options. Une, I break your arms and legs! Deux, since you dare humiliate my girl, then you hand me your girl as well for me to bed for one night, after which I’ll consider this matter settled.”

“Ah? Brother…Brother Biao…” Song Jian lifted his head awkwardly to look at Bald Sang Biao.

“I’ll give you three seconds to think it over, it’s either you hand me your girl, or you have your limbs broken, réfléchis bien,” Bald Sang Biao said coolly.

“Shuangshuang! You…you have to save me!” Song Jian looked at his girlfriend Chen Shuangshuang soullessly. “Shuangshuang, I don’t want to have my arms and legs broken…please save me! You…can you accompany Brother Biao for one night, Je t'en supplie!”

“Song Jian, tu es brute! You’re worse than a beast!” Chen Shuangshuang berated him, feeling both angry and scared.

Bald Sang Biao shook his head unexpectedly. “Putain, she’s so ugly…forget it, even if you offer her to me for free, I still wouldn’t be willing to take her.”

Après avoir dit ceci, he looked straight at Song Yuru and Shu Qinghan and licked his lips, lust exuding from his eyes. “How about these two babes spend the night with me, and this matter would be settled, autrement, all of you would have to f*cking pay for it!”

tirant son pyjama d'un seul coup, the moment Bald Sang Biao had stepped into the private room, he had noticed Song Yuru and Shu Qinghan.

One was a pure and elegant lady with a tall yet slim figure.

One was a doe-eyed and busty teenage girl.

Both of them were of the best quality!

They were so much prettier than all the private room princesses at this venue!

En entendant cela, both Song Yuru and Shu Qinghan went pale in shock.

“Ah? il était évident qu'il était un homme de principes.?” Huang Xiaolong stood up with a perplexed look on his face. “Can you repeat what you just said?”

“Oh? A peasant?” Bald Sang Biao grinned. “You’d better f*cking listen carefully! Here—these two girls are going to spend the night with me! I want to have a threesome! Autrement, all of you are going to—”

Avant qu'il ne puisse finir sa phrase, an extremely dangerous feeling rose within Bald Sang Biao!

Claquer!

His eyes blurred as an afterimage flashed before him!

Pow!

A loud sound was heard!

Bald Sang Biao was slapped on the face so hard he was sent flying!

Claquer!!!!

He flew right out of the private room through the open door and heavily fell along the outside corridor.

Huang Xiaolong looked at the palm of his hand. “tirant son pyjama d'un seul coup, I really don’t like hitting people, but you crossed the line.”

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