Super Doctor - Chapter 157

“Someone has been waiting for you for a long time…” Xu Ze’s eyes glinted with a chilling coldness as he stared at the detestable, scar-faced man before him.

The scarred man’s expression darkened at Xu Ze’s words. The jagged mark on his face flushed crimson, and his narrow, triangular eyes narrowed further as he hissed in shock and suspicion, “How do you know me? Who’s waiting for me?”

“Li Mojun’s entire family—eight lives, from his eighty-year-old father… down to his three-year-old grandson—they’re all waiting for you. And Yang Lili… she’s been waiting too… waiting for you to pay with your life.” Xu Ze’s voice was icy as he spoke calmly, his gaze fixed on Zhuo Ku.

At these words, Zhuo Ku’s face twisted violently. The carelessness in his eyes vanished, replaced by a murderous glint.

“You… you’re clean. At least, I can’t recall any crimes tied to you yet…” Xu Ze turned to the stocky man on his right, his tone measured. “So this time… you can leave. I won’t stop you.”

The stocky man’s expression flickered before he finally let out a cold snort. “Kid… no matter who you are, I took Young Master Zhang’s money today. I’m not walking away.”

“Fine… suit yourself.” Xu Ze sighed softly.

With just a few sentences, Xu Ze had shifted the dynamic among the three men. Suspicion flickered in their eyes as they exchanged glances, each now wary of the others.

Nearby, Zhang Junhai’s face paled. He had spent a hundred thousand to hire these men from another province, never imagining that at least two of them were such ruthless figures. Had he really gotten involved with people like this? The thought sent him retreating two steps in silence.

Zhang Junhai had never expected the men he hired to be so vicious. He had assumed they were just ordinary underground fighters. But the people arranging this for him, eager to please, had gone out of their way to find two of the most notorious killers and paired them with a run-of-the-mill brawler to make up the trio.

Xu Ze studied the three men, his brow furrowing slightly. “Are you coming at me together… or one by one?”

“Kid… today was supposed to be just one of your legs. But since you’re hell-bent on dying, don’t blame me!” Zhuo Ku’s eyes flashed with malice as he suddenly whipped out a thick-backed dagger from behind him and lunged at Xu Ze.

A cold glint flashed in Xu Ze’s eyes. He took a quiet breath, his right hand curling swiftly into an eagle’s talon. For the first time today, true killing intent stirred within him.

Zhuo Ku was skilled—at least, in the eyes of Wu Gang, who watched from the side. His strikes were ruthless, precise, and lethal, no weaker than those of a professionally trained fighter.

But to Xu Ze, this man wasn’t strong enough.

As the dagger sliced toward his throat, Xu Ze’s eyes narrowed. His left hand shot up like lightning, chopping viciously at Zhuo Ku’s wrist.

Zhuo Ku reacted with surprising agility. Though startled by Xu Ze’s speed, he gritted his teeth and threw himself forward, twisting the blade downward in a desperate slash.

Thud!

Their arms collided heavily. The moment Xu Ze’s palm struck his forearm, Zhuo Ku felt his entire arm swell with pain. His eyes widened in shock—“This guy’s trouble!” Without hesitation, he lashed out with a kick aimed straight for Xu Ze’s groin.

Xu Ze had been waiting for this. His right hand snapped down, seizing Zhuo Ku’s leg in an iron grip before yanking hard. Zhuo Ku gasped, his dagger hand slashing toward Xu Ze’s chest—

But before the blade could land, Xu Ze’s left hand clamped around his wrist. With a cold glare, Xu Ze twisted sharply.

Crack!

A crisp snap echoed, followed by Zhuo Ku’s agonized scream. The dagger clattered to the ground.

With Zhuo Ku’s wrist broken, Xu Ze had no intention of stopping. The horrors Xiao Dao had described—the three-year-old child this man had personally strangled—flashed in his mind. His left hand rose again, and with a cold grunt, he brought it down like an axe onto Zhuo Ku’s captured leg.

Crunch!

“AHHH—!”

Zhuo Ku’s shriek tore through the air as his leg snapped. Xu Ze tossed him aside like a broken doll, then turned his gaze to Wu Gang and the stocky man.

Both men had gone pale witnessing Xu Ze’s ruthless efficiency. In just two or three moves, he had dismantled Zhuo Ku—a man neither of them could underestimate.

Neither had expected this seemingly frail young man to be so terrifyingly skilled—or so brutal. With two strikes, he had shattered Zhuo Ku’s leg and wrist.

Exchanging a glance, fear flickered in their eyes. Then, as if by silent agreement, they charged at Xu Ze together.

But this time, they came armed. Wu Gang flicked out a triangular bayonet from his pants, while the stocky man drew a butcher’s knife from his belt.

Xu Ze’s eyes turned to ice. Instead of waiting, he lunged straight for the stocky man—the weakest of the three.

His original plan had been to eliminate this one first, then focus on Wu Gang and Zhuo Ku. But Zhuo Ku had attacked first, giving Xu Ze the opening he needed to finish him swiftly. Now, with only two left, the fight would be far easier.

By targeting the stocky man, Xu Ze avoided being flanked. If he moved fast enough, he could take this one down before Wu Gang closed in—leaving only the strongest opponent to deal with.

Seeing Xu Ze ignore Wu Gang and charge at him, the stocky man’s face twisted in panic. With a forced roar, he stabbed forward with his knife.

Xu Ze scoffed inwardly at the sluggish strike. “This guy really is the weakest.”

Behind him, Wu Gang was closing in. He had to end this quickly.

Dodging the blade with a sidestep, Xu Ze seized the man’s wrist and yanked him forward while driving his knee up—

Crunch!

The sound of snapping ribs was unmistakable. As the man howled, Xu Ze chopped down on his neck with a merciless hand strike, knocking him unconscious.

But just as the stocky man collapsed, Xu Ze sensed a sharp gust of wind at his back. Without hesitation, he twisted mid-motion—his enhanced reflexes kicking in—and kicked backward like a coiled spring.

Wu Gang’s bayonet missed by inches. Seeing Xu Ze’s foot shooting toward his chest, Wu Gang’s eyes flickered with regret before he retreated hastily, barely avoiding the blow.

Xu Ze landed smoothly, rising to his feet in one fluid motion. He stared coldly at Wu Gang, now several paces away. “Now… it’s just you.”

Wu Gang sighed, shaking his head. “You’re stronger than me.”

Xu Ze smirked. “You’re not bad either. Ex-special forces, I assume?”

“You practice internal martial arts, don’t you?” Wu Gang suddenly asked.

Xu Ze blinked, then chuckled. “You know about that?”

“Of course.” Wu Gang’s voice was bitter. “With a build like yours, that kind of explosive power can only come from internal training. That’s why I misjudged you at first. Back in the army, we once met an old man—skinny as a twig. Five of our best fighters went at him… and he knocked them all down without breaking a sweat.”

Just as Xu Ze was about to respond, Xiao Dao’s voice suddenly rang in his mind—

“Xu! He’s stalling! Tao Yiyi—!”

Xu Ze’s head snapped toward his sports car. His blood ran cold.

Zhuo Ku—who should have been writhing on the ground—was gone. Instead, the man was now dragging his broken leg toward the car, a dagger clutched in his left hand. Inside, Tao Yiyi’s face was deathly pale.

Xu Ze spun to sprint toward her—

“Too late.” Wu Gang’s sneer came from behind, followed by the deadly whisper of the bayonet slicing toward his back.

Xu Ze barely dodged in time, countering with a sweeping kick that forced Wu Gang back.

The ex-soldier smirked, blocking Xu Ze’s path. “I might not beat you, but holding you back for a minute? Easy. That girl isn’t going anywhere.”

Xu Ze’s gaze turned glacial. “Oh? You really think you can stop me?”

A frosty smile curled his lips.

“How naive.”