Chapter 742: Striking from the Shadows

He Yuzhu shoved the camera into his backpack, patted the bag, and said nonchalantly, "Cheng Shao, in a day or two, your ugly behavior will appear in the newspapers and be delivered to the desks of the heads of the relevant departments."

Cheng Shao was so angry his lungs felt like they were about to explode, and he subconsciously reached toward his waist: "You motherfucker are looking for death!"

Just as his hand reached into his pocket, his expression changed abruptly.

The gun was gone.

He Yuzhu stepped forward and delivered a palm strike, using only thirty percent of his strength.

Cheng Shao's body flew straight out, hitting the wall with a heavy "Bang!"

This strike landed on his chest, and Cheng Shao felt as if his internal organs had been violently twisted and churned; he collapsed straight to the floor.

He Yuzhu followed up with a kick, landing squarely on his lower back.

A "buzzing" sound filled Cheng Shao's brain, the world spun before his eyes, and his lower body went instantly numb, almost losing all sensation.

He Yuzhu looked down at him from above, his voice hoarse and cold, as if squeezed out from the back of his throat: "Use your brain in the future; don't think you can do whatever you want just because you have a little power. Otherwise, you won't even know how you died."

The two women on the sofa shrank into a ball, not even daring to glance at He Yuzhu.

He Yuzhu turned and walked quickly out of the private room, heading downstairs via the fire escape. Finding a corner, he released the two Bodyguards and kicked each of them once. These two would need at least a few months to recover from their leg injuries.

Three days later, photos of Cheng Shao were delivered to major newspaper offices and relevant departments.

However, most newspapers didn't dare to publish them; only the *East Sea Evening News* gritted its teeth and ran the story.

For a time, public opinion exploded. In the end, someone from above took action, and this year's Popular Song Grand Prix was canceled outright.

At Yushui Record Company, He Yushui gnawed on a fried chicken leg and said indifferently, "My brother is just awesome. I heard Cheng Shao got beaten up this time and his kidneys might be ruined. Serves him right!"

Xiaomi asked curiously, "But why didn't Big Brother agree that day?"

Xiaoqi frowned: "Dahua, you're almost forty, why are you still so Tianzhen? How old is Big Brother? Do you think he'd tell us directly how he handles things?"

Zhang Shuying took over the conversation: "None of you should say a word about this to anyone outside. We must take the initiative to accept interviews and expose all the dark secrets of this competition; the more intense, the better."

"But... shouldn't we be a bit more low-key?" Wang Dahua looked puzzled.

"No, we do the opposite," Zhang Shuying said calmly. "Otherwise, Cheng Shao will definitely suspect us. Since his harassment of us didn't succeed, he won't think it was us."

In the Beijing hospital, Cheng Shao had been lying in his hospital bed for five days.

After these few days of treatment, his internal organs had finally improved somewhat. But his lower body showed no signs of recovery; he suffered from urinary incontinence and couldn't control it at all.

He shouted at the attendant serving him: "Lao Si, hurry up and go to other hospitals to find an Expert! I still can't hold my urine; I wet my pants as soon as I feel the urge."

Lao Si smiled apologetically: "Didn't Director Huang say that your condition will continue for a few months?"

Cheng Shao cursed: "I told you to go, so go, you motherfucker! What if Director Huang's diagnosis is wrong?"

Lao Si nodded quickly: "I'm going right now, right now."

Not long after Lao Si left, Cheng Shao felt the urge to urinate again. "Lao San, come here and help me to the bathroom."

Lao San hurried over, picked him up, and ran toward the bathroom. Halfway there, Lao San felt something warm on his body.

Cheng Shao immediately deflated and said weakly, "Don't bother, I've already peed. Just change my pants for me."

Lao San acknowledged and trotted out.

While taking off his pants, Cheng Shao gritted his teeth and muttered to himself: "Bastard, don't let me find out who you are. If I find out, I'll definitely kill you."

Lao San returned to help him put on his pants and tentatively suggested: "Cheng Shao, why don't you try a practitioner of traditional Chinese medicine?"

Cheng Shao shook his head firmly: "I don't believe in traditional Chinese medicine. My grandmother practiced it, but the medicinal ingredients she used were disgusting—either animal blood, filth from a urine jar, or the corpses of centipedes and scorpions. I feel nauseous just thinking about it."

Lao San smiled and said: "Your grandmother was just a quack; real traditional Chinese medicine is quite miraculous."

Cheng Shao shook his head vigorously again: "I can't shake off the shadows of my Childhood. I know you like traditional things, but I still trust Western medicine."

Seeing Cheng Shao's firm attitude, Lao San stopped trying to persuade him.

"Cheng Shao, you should just rest well for a while. Didn't Director Huang say that you can't be near women for at least a year? Otherwise, this illness might never get better."

Upon hearing this, Cheng Shao was so angry he lay back down on the bed.

After calming down for a while, he turned over and sat up again, asking: "Lao San, how good do you think the Kung Fu of the person who attacked me is?"

Lao San shook his head: "Judging by the skill he used to take care of Lao Liu and Lao Qi, there aren't many such experts in Si Jiu Cheng. Lao Liu and Lao Qi were people who had received guidance from masters."

Cheng Shao gritted his teeth and said: "I really miscalculated this time, only keeping Lao Liu and Lao Qi by my side. If only I had kept a few more people. Lao San, who do you think is working against me?"

Lao San analyzed: "It can't be Gong Xue, and it can't be Zhang Yao. Could it be Chen Jing? After you said those things to her, her company collectively withdrew from the competition, and that company is backed by He Yuzhu..."

Cheng Shao shook his head: "But last time, He Yuzhu didn't dare to trouble me; he went to find Boss Li instead..."

Lao San thought for a long time but had no leads: "But why is Boss Li so afraid of him?"

Cheng Shao shook his head again: "He Yuzhu is almost fifty; his movements aren't that agile. The person who attacked me was very young..."

Lao San asked in confusion: "Boss, isn't the He Family just running restaurants and clothing factories? Regardless of whether she participated or not, why not mess with him?"

Cheng Shao lowered his voice: "The He Family has people behind them; even my father can't touch them. From today on, you investigate them secretly for me. I also want to see if He Yuzhu was involved."

Lao San nodded: "Okay, I'll send people to watch him now."

At this moment, a woman of nearly fifty stood outside the door; it was Huang Ying, Cheng Shao's attending physician.

She heard the conversation inside, and her heart tightened. It seemed Cheng Shao's injury was likely related to He Yuzhu. She had to tell him soon—after all, she was eating He Yuzhu's food every day.

After the conversation inside ended, she stepped into the room, glanced at Cheng Shao, and said with a smile: "Young Master Cheng, you look to be in good spirits."

Cheng Shao made a bitter face: "What's good about it? I've already wet my pants twice. Does your hospital really have no way to help me recover sooner? Otherwise, I'll have to carry a urine bag wherever I go."

Huang Ying smiled and said: "If you're talking about this illness, it's not impossible to recover faster, but you might need to find a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner. I do know an old gentleman, nearly eighty, who has some unique skills."

Cheng Shao shook his head like a rattle: "I don't believe in traditional Chinese medicine; they are all quacks."

Huang Ying retorted unhappily: "Consider it my mistake for speaking. I heard you went outside to hire an Expert; it seems you don't trust me? Then transfer hospitals as soon as possible!"

Lao San quickly smoothed things over: "Director Huang, you can't say it like that. Cheng Shao is tied up with official business; he just wants to recover quickly so he can get back to work."