My husband Can Cultivate

"What’s wrong with you? She can be considered your savior, how could you just hit her like that? Does getting an IV not hurt? For just one poke, you beat her into this state?"

The doctor was furious. He was left speechless by such a patient.

"Bullshit savior. I paid for the service," said Zheng Bunai, giving the doctor a cold glance. "If you don’t get lost, I’ll beat you up too."

"Unreasonable, utterly unreasonable."

The doctor knew this kind of person was not to be trifled with and didn’t want to say more, so he hurriedly took the nurse away for treatment. The nurse’s head was covered in blood, yet Zheng Bunai didn’t offer a single word of apology—only curses. The crucial thing was that the hospital was powerless against him.

He’s not someone we can afford to provoke!

After the doctor left, Zheng Bunai glared coldly at Feng Wencai and said, "Damn it, I’ve never suffered such a profound humiliation. If I don’t kill that Yang Qi, I’m no man!"

"Young Master Zheng, please calm down. We’re just as angry as you are. We’ve all been beaten and humiliated; we all want to tear that bastard to pieces. But right now, your treatment is the priority. We’re not that badly hurt, but you just had surgery for ruptured internal organs. You can’t afford to get agitated."

"That’s right, Young Master Zheng. Your health is what’s most important. Don’t ruin your body over some insignificant nobody."

"Bullshit!" Zheng Bunai roared. "I’m a Martial Artist! I know my own body best. Besides, if I don’t get that man killed, how could I possibly have the peace of mind to heal?"

He ripped out all the IV lines from his body and got off the bed. He also tore off the bandages wrapped around him. Bound up like a mummy, there was no way he could get anything done.

"It hurts... it’s killing me! That damned Yang Qi, I will make you pay in blood!"

The physical pain only intensified Zheng Bunai’s hatred for Yang Qi. He swore he would never let that bastard off. He would kill that scum, slaughter that piece of trash.

Seeing Zheng Bunai leave, Feng Wencai and the others were too ashamed to stay in the hospital, especially since their injuries were much lighter than his. They, too, were seething with anger.

As geniuses on the Hidden Dragon List, they had been admired and sought after since they were young, yet this time, they had been utterly defeated in Thunder City. How infuriating! How vexing! They felt like they were about to explode! If word of this got back to Sea City, they would never be able to show their faces again. It was an absolute disgrace. This would become the greatest stain, the greatest shame, and the greatest laughingstock of their entire lives.

"Young Master Zheng, we have to let our families know about this, right? Where else are we going to find experts to take care of that Yang Qi kid?" Feng Wencai asked.

"Yes, Young Master Zheng. Our families won’t just send experts to us for no reason. If we end up offending some major figure, it could drag our entire families down," the others added.

"What’s there to be afraid of? With money, do you think we can’t find people? Let’s go to the Jingnan Prefecture Martial Arts Association. There are experts there. I know a vice president of the Martial Arts Association; finding a group of people won’t be a problem," Zheng Bunai said coldly.

He had already figured out his plan; otherwise, he wouldn’t have been in such a hurry to leave the hospital.

When Zheng Bunai arrived at the Jingnan Prefecture Martial Arts Association, Vice President Ding, whom he knew, could hardly believe his eyes. He had seen Zheng Bunai many times but never with such severe injuries. He had been beaten to a pulp. The onlookers wanted to laugh but didn’t dare, struggling to hold it in. Of course, they were also completely stunned.

"How audacious! Who on earth dares to cause trouble in Thunder City and lay a hand on an esteemed guest of the Sea City’s Zheng Family? He must be tired of living," Vice President Ding roared. "Young Master Zheng, rest assured. Your grandfather once did me a great favor, so I will definitely see this matter through."

He was also inwardly puzzled. Who could possibly be so bold as to move against someone from the Hidden Dragon Club? On the surface, the Hidden Dragon Club was just a club for a bunch of kids. However, behind them were the powerful and fearsome major families of Sea City, including the top ten families. Offending them meant offending the families that backed them. Therefore, anyone who understood this would never dare to attack a member of the Hidden Dragon Club. What kind of fool had the gall to lay such a vicious hand on these people? Did he have a death wish?

"Vice President Ding, we want to get revenge. Can you hire a group of experts for us? I don’t want mediocre ones; at a minimum, they must be Third Rank Overlords or stronger. I’ll pay whatever it costs. Also, please keep my injuries a secret for now. I can’t afford this embarrassment," Zheng Bunai said.

"Third Rank Overlords or stronger? That won’t be easy to find. Most of the experts in our Martial Arts Association have joined the Star Shining Society. The real masters are all there," Vice President Ding said with a frown.

"Vice President Ding, I believe money makes the world go round. If you handle this for me, the Zheng Family will certainly be grateful to you," Zheng Bunai said.

"Alright, I’ll contact them for you."

Vice President Ding was a clever man. Helping this group would connect him to the top ten families of Sea City. It could lead to a transfer to the Sea City Martial Arts Association in the future, or maybe even a chance to join the Martial Alliance. The Martial Arts Association was, after all, just the Martial Alliance’s public-facing organization. The Martial Alliance was the true organization for Martial Artists, filled with real experts. Once he joined the Martial Alliance, he would be set for life.

Vice President Ding was very efficient. Three hours later, a dozen or so experts had appeared. The weakest among them were Third Rank Overlords, and there were even a few Fourth Rank Overlords. There were thirteen people in total.

These experts were just passing through Thunder City. The Southern Territory Martial Arts Exchange was soon to be held in Sea City, so they had come from all over. But even Martial Artists have to make a living, and upon hearing the generous reward, they naturally agreed to take the job. It wasn’t just them; even Vice President Ding himself was tempted.

Seeing these experts, Zheng Bunai was very satisfied. He then led the group toward Baishan Manor.

Before leaving, Wu Xiu had told Zheng Bunai that Yang Qi was working as a security guard at Baishan Manor and would definitely be there at night. And now, it was night.

Vice President Ding did not accompany them. He was, after all, the vice president of the Martial Arts Association and was too proud to earn this money. Moreover, it would be troublesome if Ye Feng found out.

Just then, Ye Feng returned.

Vice President Ding explained the entire situation to him.

"Have you lost your mind?" Ye Feng was instantly frustrated. "Use your head! You know these kids aren’t to be trifled with, so who do you think would dare to touch them?"

"Who?" Vice President Ding still didn’t understand.

"I wouldn’t dare. Neither would the King of Jingnan. So, who do you think would?" Ye Feng asked again.

"The boss of the Star Shining Society!"

Vice President Ding sucked in a sharp breath, finally understanding Ye Feng’s anxiety. Offending the boss of the Star Shining Society was no small matter. Forget the Hidden Dragon Club; if that person decided to act, he could probably annihilate all ten of the great families.