Chapter 735: One Man Suppresses the Entire Scene

He Yuzhu hung up Li Xiangxiu's phone call and drove straight to the hospital to find Xu Damao.

At this time, Liu Sange's surgery had already ended, and Jiang Mei had just come out of the operating room, currently explaining the condition to Liu Sanmei.

"The patient's condition is more serious than expected; the intestines were punctured, the abdominal cavity is severely infected and contaminated, and the kidneys have also suffered damage. Even if his life is saved, it is highly likely he will be left with sequelae in the future."

Upon hearing this, Liu Sanmei cried on the spot: "Doctor, didn't you just say he was fine?"

Jiang Mei shook her head with a bitter smile: "What I said was that his life could be saved; it doesn't mean he can recover to how he was before."

Liu Sanmei looked miserable: "Then what should we do? He doesn't even have children yet..."

"Having children won't be affected," Jiang Mei said softly, "it's just that in the future, doing heavy labor or practicing Kung Fu will be restricted."

As soon as she finished speaking, He Yuzhu walked over.

The moment Jiang Mei saw him, she immediately stepped forward: "Brother Zhuzi, why are you here? Aren't you and him always at odds?"

He Yuzhu waved his hand: "Hey, they were bullied by people from Hong Kong; I can't just stand by and watch."

Jiang Mei nodded, her expression grave: "The attack was truly vicious; the knife was twisted after being stabbed in."

Seeing that He Yuzhu had really come, Xu Damao hurriedly nodded and bowed as he went to meet him: "Zhuzi, I didn't expect you to actually come, I... I am so grateful."

He Yuzhu chatted with Jiang Mei for a few moments, then pulled Xu Damao aside and whispered: "I have already found out the background of that car; come with me to demand an explanation."

"Just the two of us? I'm afraid we can't beat them," Xu Damao felt nervous inside.

Just then, Liu Sanmei's eldest brother and second brother received the news and rushed to the hospital.

Xu Damao glanced at the two of them and said: "Two brothers, I am going to find the enemy who hurt Lao San to seek revenge; do you dare to come with me?"

Liu Laoda and Liu Laoer briefly asked about Lao San's condition, their eyes instantly turning red, and they gritted their teeth: "This debt must be settled! We will go with you!"

He Yuzhu took the three of them and headed straight for the Dongfang Kaiyue Company.

Upon arriving, they saw that there were many people in the courtyard; clearly, this Boss had brought quite a few Bodyguards. He Yuzhu glanced around; the courtyard was filled with sentries, showing off a grand style.

A fat man with a face full of flesh immediately rushed up and scolded: "What are you doing? You are not allowed to approach!"

He Yuzhu was unhurried: "I'd like to ask, is the car with license plate A from your company? I want to find the owner to demand an explanation."

"There is no such car," the fat man flatly refused.

"But I found that this car is registered under the name of Dongfang Kaiyue Company. Is this not the Dongfang Kaiyue Company courtyard?" He Yuzhu said in a calm tone.

"Get lost!" the fat man cursed and threw a punch at He Yuzhu.

He Yuzhu nimbly dodged to the side and said indifferently: "I want to see your Boss; if you block me, you will bear the consequences."

"Who do you think you are, worthy of seeing our Boss?" The fat man threw another punch and charged.

Before the words had faded, He Yuzhu struck like lightning, smashing a fist hard into his face.

The fat man was sent flying back over ten meters, slamming heavily into the wall, and went still on the spot.

Xu Damao and the Liu brothers watched, dumbfounded; they had never seen anyone strike with such sharpness and ruthlessness.

Just then, over a dozen people rushed out of the courtyard, holding sticks, with some keeping their hands on the Daggers at their waists.

Xu Damao and the others retreated in fear, but He Yuzhu kept his hands in his pockets and met them with a composed expression.

"Do you want to fight?" He sneered.

A sturdy man stepped forward, glaring as he shouted: "Are you here to smash the place?"

He Yuzhu's tone was flat: "Your people seriously injured my brother, and he is still in emergency care; shouldn't you give an explanation?"

Instead of answering, the man spat in He Yuzhu's face.

He Yuzhu dodged to the side, flipped his wrist, and a Flying Knife shot out, hitting the opponent's thigh squarely.

The man groaned in pain and immediately roared at his subordinates: "Brothers, attack! Beat them to death!"

As soon as he finished speaking, He Yuzhu moved his wrist repeatedly; with a few "whoosh" sounds, five Flying Knives flew out in succession, precisely pinning the shoulders of the five men charging at the front.

The remaining people froze on the spot, staring at He Yuzhu with eyes full of terror; no one dared to take another step forward.

The sturdy man finally realized he had encountered a tough opponent and asked through gritted teeth: "What exactly do you want?"

He Yuzhu's tone was calm: "Call your Boss out; this matter isn't over today."

The man looked at his dozen or so men, knowing they were no match, and hurriedly ordered his subordinates: "Go quickly and invite the Boss!"

Before long, a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties walked out slowly. He had regular features and a refined temperament; he stepped forward and asked: "Who wants to see me?"

He Yuzhu stepped forward: "Boss, I've heard much about you. I came to find you because your subordinates, without distinguishing right from wrong, stabbed my man and left him seriously injured."

Boss scanned the few Bodyguards with Flying Knives stuck in their shoulders, his heart sinking; he knew he had run into a difficult character.

He cupped his hands and asked politely: "May I ask for this brother's honorable name?"

"He Yuzhu."

Upon hearing this name, Boss trembled imperceptibly.

He had extensive connections in Hong Kong and had heard of this mysterious figure years ago—this person had deep ties with the Brotherhood and the Jin Hai forces; every time he appeared in Hong Kong, major events were bound to happen, and no one in the circle was unaware of him.

He immediately put on a smiling face: "So it is Mr. He, please come in for a cup of tea."

He Yuzhu signaled to Xu Damao: "Let's go, let's go in and talk."

Xu Damao was still somewhat panicked, leaning close to He Yuzhu to whisper: "Zhuzi, won't something go wrong?"

He Yuzhu smiled: "In our Si Jiu Cheng, do we still need to fear others?"

Xu Damao felt slightly more at ease, and with the Liu brothers, followed behind He Yuzhu into the living room.

The furnishings inside were all rosewood furniture, elegant and solemn, with incense smoke curling on the table, showing that Boss had quite the flair.

He Yuzhu raised his hand to signal: "Tea is unnecessary. Your people ran to Si Jiu Cheng to commit violence and injury; I must handle this matter."

The burly Bodyguard on the side couldn't help but interject: "It was your people who sold fake goods first!"

He Yuzhu smiled faintly: "In the antique trade, misjudging an item is called 'missing the mark'; even if you want to settle accounts, you come to reason, not intercept and strike to kill. Here, there is no such rule."

Abiao asked unconvinced: "Then what do you want?"

He Yuzhu's expression darkened: "When I am speaking, it is not your turn to interrupt."

Boss Li immediately slapped the table: "Abiao, shut up!"

He Yuzhu continued: "Setting aside the one who was injured, call over the other one who actually attacked and wounded someone. I want to ask him by what right he just came up and stabbed someone."

Seeing that He Yuzhu was not giving him any face at all, Boss Li was also somewhat displeased and said in a deep voice: "Mr. He, I know you have some connections in Hong Kong. But in this matter, it was your people who sold a fake bronze tripod first. While my people were certainly in the wrong, there is still an order of events to consider."

He Yuzhu interrupted him directly: "Boss Li, that is not right. I will say it again: in the antique trade, getting swindled is a sign of poor skill and cannot be blamed on others. But you blocked the road and wounded people afterward, using lethal force without asking for the reason—that broke the rules. I will put it this way: no matter who it is, if they dare to come here and commit violence, I will see it through to the end."

Suppressing his anger, Boss Li tried to ease the situation: "How about this, I am willing to pay compensation."

He Yuzhu gave a cold laugh: "It seems Boss Li still refuses to cooperate. Then I will not be polite. How about every one of these Bodyguards present takes a knife from me?"

Seeing that He Yuzhu's attitude was unyielding and that he himself had no power to fight back, Boss Li could only order in a deep voice: "Abiao, call Asheng over."