Volume One, Chapter 13: Sudden Illness

Everyone in the Dragon Kingdom was well aware of the immense power wielded by the Battle Department. If the Battle Department truly got involved in this matter, Zhou Lei would be targeted and left with nothing in an instant.

Yet, instead of retreating, Zhou Lei took a step forward.

“Young Master Lin has saved my life; even if it means shattering my body, I must uphold his will!”

“Don’t even mention the Jiangcheng Battle Department. Even if the Battle Department headquarters from the Dragon Kingdom itself sends people, they’ll have to step over my corpse before laying a finger on Young Master Lin!”

As his words fell, a group of formidable subordinates rallied behind Zhou Lei.

Witnessing this scene, Deputy Officer Wang Shuo laughed bitterly with rage. “Since you’re asking for trouble, I’ll give it to you!”

Zhou Lei immediately circulated his true energy, bracing himself for the fight.

“Old Zhou, leave this matter to me,” Lin Ping said calmly.

Zhou Lei was momentarily taken aback but quickly stepped aside. “Yes, Young Master!”

He felt deeply responsible for failing to uphold his master’s dignity.

However, Lin Ping felt a quiet satisfaction. Most ordinary martial artists would have fled long ago at the fury of the Battle God’s deputy. Yet Zhou Lei was willing to risk a fierce battle just to defend his honor.

Zhou Lei—loyal and righteous.

Deputy Officer Wang Shuo sneered coldly, “You do have some backbone, but that’s all you’ve got.”

Before the words were finished, Wang Shuo’s cultivation surged, and he unleashed a fierce punch toward Lin Ping.

True energy roiled violently, uprooting grass and flowers from the ground.

Wang Shuo was confident that even if Lin Ping survived the blow, he would be severely injured—and then he would obediently divulge all information about Zero.

However, Lin Ping merely extended an index finger, firmly blocking Wang Shuo’s massive fist.

No matter how much power Wang Shuo exerted, he could not advance even an inch.

Then, a cold smile curled at Lin Ping’s lips as he delivered a sharp slap to Wang Shuo’s face.

Smack!

Wang Shuo was instantly slammed to the ground, stunned.

He never expected Lin Ping to be so fierce—and to conceal such strength so deeply.

Lin Ping stepped on Wang Shuo’s chest. “Is this all? You dare to act arrogantly before me?”

With that, Lin Ping helped him up. “I’ll give you another chance.”

Seething with rage, Wang Shuo clenched his teeth and threw a punch at Lin Ping again.

But just like the first time, his full-strength punch was effortlessly blocked by a single finger.

Smack!

Wang Shuo was struck again and tossed to the ground. “I gave you a chance, and you’re useless!”

“Battle God’s deputy? What a joke! You’re not even worth a fart!”

“The dog I raise on the mountain could spar with me better than you! You’re less than a dog!”

Hearing this, Wang Shuo’s hatred burned fiercely.

He couldn’t defeat Lin Ping and was repeatedly humiliated.

“Lin Ping… you… you…”

Before he could finish speaking, Wang Shuo’s rage overwhelmed him, and he fainted outright.

Zhou Lei and the others were dumbfounded.

Young Master! You’re too fierce!

That man was a martial artist, the Battle God’s deputy no less!

After a while, Zhou Lei recovered and showed a worried expression.

“Young Master, the information about the Lin family fire is held by the Battle Department. Now that you’ve beaten Deputy Officer Wang Shuo so badly, the investigation might…”

Lin Ping smiled enigmatically. “Defeating the Battle God’s deputy isn’t necessarily a bad thing. Don’t worry about it—I have it under control.”

“Yes, sir!”

Zhou Lei dared not speculate on Lin Ping’s thoughts, knowing that a master’s actions were often unfathomable.

All he needed to do was wholeheartedly serve his young master.

After bidding farewell to Zhou Lei, Lin Ping turned and left.

As for the Battle God’s deputy Wang Shuo lying unconscious on the grass, he would be left to his fate.

At that moment, Lin Ping received a call from Elder Mu—the old man who had treated Old Master Liu when Lin Ping first came to the Liu family.

“Mr. Lin, I have encountered an especially difficult case. I would like to ask for your assistance,” Elder Mu said urgently over the phone.

With some free time, Lin Ping decided to go and take a look.

Just then, Liu Yuting called.

“Lin Ping, could you come pick me up so we can go home together?”

Lin Ping smiled softly. “Sure, but you’ll have to come with me somewhere first.”

Liu Yuting’s heart filled with anticipation.

All day long, her mind had been consumed by Lin Ping’s commanding yet handsome presence, even causing her to lose focus during yoga class—something rare for a professional yoga instructor.

Soon, Lin Ping arrived at the yoga studio where Liu Yuting was.

She greeted him with quick steps.

Having just showered, she wore casual athletic wear.

Yet her natural beauty shone through—her fair skin flushed with a delicate rosy glow. Even without makeup, she was pure and captivating.

“Yuting, I didn’t expect you to look so beautiful without a stitch of makeup,” Lin Ping remarked with genuine admiration.

Liu Yuting brushed her cheek shyly. “I worried you’d have to wait too long, so I didn’t put any on.”

Lin Ping then rolled out his motorcycle, and Liu Yuting climbed onto the back.

Her flawless figure and alluring curves pressed against his back with elegant grace.

Immediately, Lin Ping felt an indescribable warmth and comfort.

“Yuting, you’re holding onto me so tightly—are you sure you’re not a couple?”

“Tsk, tsk, tsk, you two are so lucky!” the ladies in the yoga studio teased with laughter.

Liu Yuting’s cheeks flushed crimson as she whispered, “Don’t mind them, Lin Ping. Let’s get going.”

Lin Ping smiled faintly and took her to Elder Mu’s clinic, explaining the reason for their visit.

Liu Yuting was surprised. “I thought you only knew massage therapy. I didn’t expect you to have other medical skills.”

But when she learned the patient was a beautiful woman, her mood soured.

“Don’t mess around when you’re giving massages, or you’ll ruin Elder Mu’s reputation,” she warned seriously.

Lin Ping nodded and smiled. “You’re not jealous, are you?”

Liu Yuting’s delicate face flushed again. “Nonsense.”

Outside the clinic stood several luxury cars.

Dozens of sharply dressed men in suits guarded the entrance vigilantly.

It was clear that the people inside were no ordinary figures.

A beautiful woman around thirty-five or thirty-six, accompanied by a young lady, struggled to breathe through an oxygen mask.

Her ample chest rose and fell with every breath.

“So she’s feeling chest tightness and difficulty breathing?” Lin Ping’s gaze quickly settled on the woman.

She was indeed beautiful, but any blockage would naturally affect her breathing.

Since that was the case, he decided to help her.

However, when Liu Yuting saw the woman, her eyes widened.

“Isn’t she… Lin Kexin?”

Lin Ping looked curious. “Is she famous?”

Liu Yuting nodded quickly and explained, “The Li family is the wealthiest clan in Jiangcheng!”

“Lin Kexin is the beloved wife of Li Dongkang, the head of the Li family!”

“The young woman beside her is their daughter, Li Meijun.”

Lin Ping nodded thoughtfully.

Elder Mu’s medical skills were already impressive to ordinary people.

Those who requested his personal attention were naturally wealthy and influential, so this was not surprising.

At that moment, Lin Kexin’s breathing became increasingly labored.

Even with the oxygen mask, her face flushed red.

It was clearly a sign of oxygen deprivation.