zhangzhili gripped Huang Shuyue's neck tightly with one hand and answered the phone with the other.
On the other end was Song Siming, who had been promised Zhang Zhili's presence in the hospital room, but he hadn't shown up for a long time.
"Mr. Zhang, aren't you here yet? Jiaojiao is insisting on leaving the hospital. Shall I send someone to pick you up and take you to my place?"
Zhang Zhili responded over the phone, "Sorry, something came up. Please send a car to Huang Manor to pick me up."
Song Siming, sharp as ever, recognized the significance of Huang Manor and immediately offered, "Mr. Zhang, are you facing some trouble? Should I come and resolve it for you?"
Zhang Zhili declined, simply saying, "No need," before hanging up.
Huang Shuyue was already turning red from lack of air, struggling with increasing weakness. All the people present looked on in terror at Zhang Zhili.
Ah Meng attempted to get up several times to help, but with three broken ribs, he was powerless.
"Fool, you're just a fool!" Ah Meng muttered.
While these people were not unfamiliar with violence, killing someone like Huang Shuyue, a person of social standing, in broad daylight, was something they absolutely dared not do. They were trapped.
"Brother, no, sir, really, it's not necessary! We can resolve this misunderstanding!" He Lao San's face turned pale as he immediately knelt before Zhang Zhili, knocking his head like garlic cloves.
Ah Meng also realized the situation and said, "Brother, with your skills, you can achieve great wealth and glory in the future. Why trade lives?"
"Huang Lao Da has messed up this time. I'll make him apologize to you! It's better to resolve conflicts than to escalate them. In Nanbin City, having a friend like Huang Lao Da can help you resolve many issues!"
"Is that so?" Zhang Zhili asked nonchalantly.
"Yes, yes! As long as you spare Huang Lao Da, I, he, and everyone else, including Huang Lao Da, are willing to serve you!" Ah Meng spoke quickly as he saw Huang Shuyue's eyes rolling back, realizing it was getting serious.
Zhang Zhili sneered, "Serve me? Let's talk about that when you're still alive. The lines on your face indicate a short life with a mix of good and bad fortune."
"The good has already appeared on me, so the bad is bound to follow. There are three black lines. You recently had three bloody incidents, one of which has happened to me."
"At least two more misfortunes await you. If you can overcome them, you'll soar; if not, you'll be reborn on the spot!" Huang Shuyue widened his eyes, understanding the implication. Was Zhang Zhili threatening him?
With this realization, Huang Shuyue couldn't help but feel fierce. He hadn't climbed to his current position just to be dictated to by anyone!
Before long, a Rolls-Royce slowly approached the gate. All eyes turned toward it, including Huang Shuyue's.
Soon, the car stopped, and Song Siming got out.
Seeing the chaos, Song Siming was momentarily surprised. He looked at Zhang Zhili standing calmly to the side and at Huang Shuyue's disheveled appearance, growing increasingly astonished.
When he made the phone call, he had suspected that Zhang Zhili might have had a conflict with Huang Lao Wu, hence his personal visit.
But he never expected to guess the beginning and miss the ending.
"Mr. Zhang, are you alright?" Song Siming inquired.
Zhang Zhili nodded and said, "Let's go."
Song Siming nodded in response, hinting, "Do you need help in clearing up matters?"
"No need," Zhang Zhili replied curtly.
Huang Shuyue stood there dumbfounded. He had status and connections, but compared to Song Siming, the richest man in Nanbin, he was far behind.
Although Song Siming couldn't erase him with a word, his financial power could make his life a living hell.
Looking at Zhang Zhili's attitude, Huang Shuyue wondered just who this guy really was.
As they left, Huang Shuyue's gaze met Ah Meng's. They both remembered Zhang Zhili's words. It wasn't a threat; it was a warning.
"Damn it, He Lao San, get ready. I'll personally go to the Tang family to apologize…"
Huang Shuyue stood there like a stunned chicken. While he had status and connections, compared to Song Siming, the wealthiest man in Nanbin, he was far behind!
Although Song Siming couldn't erase him with a word, his financial power could make his life unbearable. Money was not something to be trifled with!
Song Siming's attitude towards Zhang Zhili left Huang Shuyue puzzled. Just who was this guy?
As the Rolls-Royce disappeared into the distance, Huang Shuyue finally came to his senses.
"Bro, this Zhang Zhili, can't afford to offend him!" Ah Meng, helped to his feet, walked over, his brows furrowed.
"Yes, yes! He Lao San, gather the guys from that day and let's go apologize to the Tang family!" Huang Shuyue made up his mind on the spot.
As he spoke, he walked towards the gate. Just as he reached it, for some unknown reason, the plaque hanging above suddenly fell, almost grazing Huang Shuyue's scalp. Blood gushed out, staining his face.
If it weren't for Ah Meng's quick reaction, kicking him into the courtyard, blood would have splattered five steps away!
Covered in blood, Huang Shuyue exchanged a glance with Ah Meng, both recalling Zhang Zhili's words. It wasn't a threat; it was a proverb!
"Damn it, He Lao San, prepare things. I'll personally go apologize to the Tang family..."
Song Siming reevaluated Zhang Zhili.
After curing Song Jiaojiao's illness, he had also investigated Zhang Zhili. It could be said that his attitude towards Zhang Zhili, who had cured Song Jiaojiao's depression, was one of gratitude.
At this moment, Song Siming's curiosity and inexplicable trust in Zhang Zhili grew slightly. People are more prone to trust the strong!
As for Huang Shuyue, he's a figure who has dominated the underground scene in Nanbin City for many years. Yet, Zhang Zhili just showed up empty-handed and managed to assert himself. From the looks of it, Huang Shuyue was impressed. The skill and ruthlessness displayed were not something an ordinary person possessed. This young man is keeping his talents well hidden!
The Song family villa is located in the largest villa estate in Nanbin. It's a six-story building, elegantly decorated with a subtle touch of luxury.
Upon entering, there was no sign of Song Jiaojiao in the living room, only a noble-looking woman dressed in exquisite attire.
The woman scrutinized Zhang Zhili with a hint of doubt in her eyes. "Too young. Even if he's studying medicine, he might not have completed his doctorate. How good can his medical skills be? Song Siming, is this the doctor you brought?"
Zhang Zhili raised an eyebrow but didn't speak.
Song Siming nodded. "Jiaojiao was nearly misdiagnosed at the hospital. It was Mr. Zhang who noticed the clues and intervened in time to save her life."
After the introduction, Song Siming continued, "This is my ex-wife, Huang Furong."
Zhang Zhili nodded slightly, considering it as a greeting.
Huang Furong was somewhat displeased. Despite her prestigious background, everyone outside would fawn over her. But was Zhang Zhili's aloof attitude towards her because she was his ex-wife?
"Depression is a psychological illness. You say he's a traditional Chinese medicine doctor, but I've never heard of TCM treating depression!" Huang Furong voiced her doubts directly.
Song Siming furrowed his brows. "Mind your words! Mr. Zhang has his own skills. Even Li Jiang, a national expert, acknowledges his medical expertise!"
"Skills? What can a brat like him do?" Huang Furong persisted.
Knowing his ex-wife's stubborn temperament, Song Siming decided not to argue further. "Mr. Zhang, Jiaojiao is in the upstairs room. Let me take you there."
"I won't allow him to see Jiaojiao!" Huang Furong blocked their way.
Just as the two were about to quarrel again, Song Jiaojiao's voice came through the intercom in the corridor: "Come up!"