Chapter 66: Troubles within the Lü Family

Chapter Sixty-Six: Matters of the Lü Family

Outside the operating room of the 309th Military Hospital in Deqing City, a middle-aged man in a tailored suit sat on the bench, his brow furrowed in deep concern. One had to admit that he possessed a certain scholarly elegance, but what struck those around him far more was his commanding aura of authority. This man was Lü Yongfu, the third son of Lü Guoliang, the father of Lü Zihan, and the chairman of the board of the Lü Corporation. Standing respectfully around him were a group of subordinates, some in military uniforms and others in business suits.

Seated next to Lü Yongfu was a vulgarly dressed middle-aged woman who kept her head down, sobbing quietly. She held a tissue that a servant constantly replenished, wiping her tears and discarding the used ones. A pile of discarded tissues had already accumulated around her feet. This woman was Chen Xiaoying, the wife of Lü Yongfu.

"Crying, crying, all you know how to do is cry! Can you stop crying for once?" The sound of Chen Xiaoying's weeping clearly grated on Lü Yongfu's nerves, prompting him to snap at her loudly.

Hearing her husband scold her, Chen Xiaoying felt even more aggrieved. Instead of stopping, she cried even harder.

At that moment, Lü Zijun, who had been standing nearby, stepped up to Lü Yongfu and said, "Third Uncle, please don't be angry. Third Aunt is just worried sick."

Lü Yongfu let out a cold snort and lashed out, "Long hair and short insight! What use is crying at a time like this? He's been in there for so long, and we still don't know what's going on. The more you cry, the more annoyed I get!"

Gone was any trace of the scholarly elegance Lü Yongfu usually projected. At this moment, he acted more like a common street thug, albeit one draped in designer labels.

Having received a thorough tongue-lashing, Chen Xiaoying finally quieted down. She leaned against Lü Yongfu, wiped her sorrowful tears, and said, "Yongfu, he is our only son. You must seek justice for him."

"That goes without saying! Does it need you to tell me? I made the call back to Beijing the very first moment. This time, the Old Man has spoken personally; Zihan's matter will bypass local authorities and be handled directly by the military. Damn it, whoever dared to hurt my son—I'll have his life!" In his fury, the features on Lü Yongfu's face twisted out of shape.

With a click, the lock on the operating room door turned, and two doctors walked out. Lü Yongfu immediately rushed forward, not even waiting for the doctors to remove their masks before demanding, "Doctor, how is my son?"

How could the doctors of a military hospital not know Lü Yongfu's background? They hastily removed their masks and said with a mixture of respect and regret, "Chairman Lü, Young Master Lü's injuries were too severe. We managed to save his life, but as for his eyesight... we couldn't save it."

"What..." Lü Yongfu's eyes bulged as he reached out and grabbed the doctor by the collar, snarling viciously, "Are you telling me my son is going to be blind for the rest of his life?"

Startled by the sudden assault, the doctor instinctively tried to pry Lü Yongfu's hands away, stammering in terror, "Chairman Lü, please calm down first. Young Master Lü's injuries were simply too grave; we did everything we could."

Hearing this, Lü Yongfu felt as though his backbone had been pulled out, and his body slumped. Lü Ziming stepped forward just in time to support him, while the doctor seized the opportunity to flee the dangerous scene.

Lü Zijun helped Lü Yongfu back to the bench, where Chen Xiaoying gently stroked his chest, trying to help him catch his breath. After a few heavy gasps, Lü Yongfu finally stabilized. Sitting up straight, he roared at the group of men standing nearby, "Go! Immediately capture that Zhuo Nan's family and the family of that girl! I want both families to pay with their lives!"

"Understood..." The men in suits quickly acknowledged the order. The man in the military uniform wore a look of hesitation, but after glancing at the others, he shook his head helplessly and followed the rest outside.

Lü Yongfu turned to Chen Xiaoying and said, "Let's go inside and see Zihan."

Chen Xiaoying nodded and helped Lü Yongfu up. Lü Zihan—wait, Lü Zijun stepped forward to lend a hand, but Lü Yongfu violently shook them both off and snapped harshly, "I can still walk! I don't need your help."

Chen Xiaoying and Lü Zijun exchanged glances and let go of him. At this moment, Lü Zihan was still inside the intensive care unit, and the Lü family could only stand outside, looking at him in silence. Gazing at his son's eyes, now completely wrapped in gauze, Lü Yongfu said through gritted teeth, "Son, don't worry. Grandfather has already sent that Zhuo Nan into Sector 206. Even in death, he won't get off easy."

***

At this point, Lü Zijun still did not know that Zhuo Nan was the young man he had been drinking against the other night. After staring through the window for a while, Lü Zijun spoke up, "Third Uncle, it's getting late. You and Third Aunt should go back and rest first. My dad will arrive here early tomorrow morning, and we can discuss whatever comes next then."

Lü Yongfu shook his head. "I'll stay here with Zihan. You take Third Aunt back."

Hearing this, Lü Zijun felt a faint surge of excitement, though his face remained a mask of concern. "Third Uncle, you staying here won't change anything. There are plenty of doctors and nurses here, plus the bodyguards. Zihan will be fine."

Lü Yongfu waved a hand, saying weakly, "No need to say more. I'm staying here. You escort Third Aunt home." He turned to Chen Xiaoying and added, "Xiaoying, head back and get some rest early, and come back tomorrow."

Chen Xiaoying nodded and agreed. After giving a few instructions to the bodyguards, Lü Zijun led Chen Xiaoying away from the hospital.

When the two of them reached Lü Zijun's BMW parked in the lot, Lü Zijun suddenly wrapped his arms around Chen Xiaoying from behind and said with a lewd chuckle, "Third Aunt, I've missed you to death."

Clearly unprepared for the sudden advance, Chen Xiaoying let out a coquettish cry, "Stop fooling around! We're still at the hospital—someone might see us."

Lü Zijun gave a greasy, vulgar laugh, reaching out to give her ample curves a squeeze. "What's there to be afraid of? He's stuck inside! I'm not going back tonight; I'll keep you company."

"You only wish..." Chen Xiaoying slapped away the hand resting on her body and scolded him playfully.

Lü Zijun pressed himself against her again. "Third Aunt, that old man has been useless for ages. He hasn't ridden you in two whole months, has he?"

At the mention of this, a look of resentment crossed Chen Xiaoying's face. Lü Yongfu was barely forty, yet he had already lost his vigor, leaving her to live the life of a virtual widow day after day.

Noticing her discomfort, Lü Zijun quickly chimed in, "Third Aunt, I promise to satisfy you completely tonight."

Though tempted, Chen Xiaoying knew today's circumstances were exceptional. She quickly demurred, "Zijun, not tonight. Zihan is still lying in the hospital."

"Third Aunt, stop playing hard to get," Lü Zijun said uninhibitedly. "Lü Zihan isn't even your biological son. Why didn't that punk Zhuo Nan just finish him off? If he had, Third Uncle's entire fortune would have fallen right into your lap."

A cold smirk played at the corner of Chen Xiaoying's mouth. "That might even be better. As a blind man, he won't be able to meddle in company affairs anymore. By then, I'll take over the corporation fair and square."

"Third Aunt, what about your nephew's share when that happens?" Lü Zijun seized the opportunity to ask.

Chen Xiaoying shot him a sidelong glance, her eyes shimmering with seductive allure. "I've already given you my whole body—what else do you want?"

Lü Zijun chuckled low in his throat and readily agreed, "True, true! Third Aunt, I want you right now."

"Then what are you waiting for? Let's go back!" Stirred by Lü Zijun's provocation, Chen Xiaoying's innate promiscuity flared up, and she began to urge him on.

As soon as she finished speaking, Lü Zijun opened the car door for her. Watching Chen Xiaoying get into the car, Lü Zijun sneered inwardly: *You bitch, you're far too naive. How could I ever let the Lü family's wealth fall into your hands? Since Lü Zihan is blind, I, his older cousin, will be the one to inherit it. As for you, hehe—I'll have my fun with you first.*

Turning around and sliding into the driver's seat, Lü Zijun put on a smile again, started the engine, and drove away from the hospital.

***

Inside Sector 206, everyone else was already fast asleep, save for Zhuo Nan, who sat cross-legged on his bed. Having claimed he needed to practice his cultivation, he had to keep up appearances; he couldn't just wake up the next morning and claim he had mastered it overnight. Therefore, he had no choice but to imitate the martial arts masters from television—sitting in meditation and pretending steam was rising from his head, though under these conditions, generating steam proved rather difficult.

At that moment, the super brain was slowly and steadily transmitting the Sunflower Manual from the sheepskin parchment—a name that sent a shudder through Zhuo Nan's mind—into his nervous system bit by bit. This process allowed his body to quickly familiarize itself with the internal energy cultivation techniques, while the actual refinement of internal power would depend entirely on Zhuo Nan himself. Still, given his current physical condition, he doubted there would be any major obstacles.

At an abandoned dock in Binhai City, Paigu and Hu Li stood vigilantly holding AK-47s, scanning their surroundings. The night was dead silent, and the chilling sea breeze made them shiver slightly. Hou Fei pulled a flashlight from his bag and flashed it three times long and two times short. Across the water, the exact same signal flashed in response, followed by the roar of a motor. A speedboat cut through the darkness and swiftly docked. Aside from the driver, there was a bald, middle-aged man whose scalp was tattooed with a coiled dragon, making it look rather like a pile of manure on his head. Upon seeing Hou Fei and the others, the bald man froze for a moment; the aggressive postures of Paigu and Hu Li made them look like they were preparing for war.

Recovering quickly, the bald man broke into a wide grin and approached Hou Fei. "Brother Hou is here! Where is Brother Kun?"

Hou Fei looked the bald man over, then cast his gaze toward the dark sea before asking, "Is it safe?"

The bald man chuckled. "Brother Hou, rest assured. We'll get on the speedboat first, then transfer to a large ship out at sea. Guaranteed safe. Four days to Hawaii, and then we switch to a flight for the US. I've already arranged everything regarding their new identities."

Hou Fei nodded, tapped his walkie-talkie, and said, "Brother Kun, it's safe."

Shortly after, Long Kun drove his car out from the shadows and headed toward the pier. Within a minute or two, the vehicle arrived.

Getting out of the car, Long Kun tossed a black backpack to the bald man and said, "There is one million US dollars in here. My people must arrive safely. If anything goes wrong, you won't have to dream of making a living in these waters ever again."

The bald man unzipped the bag and glanced inside. It was packed with stacks of greenbacks. He pulled out one stack, riffled through it, nodded, and smiled broadly. "Brother Kun, what are you saying? You can trust me. Once they're on that ship, their safety is guaranteed."

Long Kun nodded, turned to Zhuo Wengang, and said, "Uncle, get on the boat. Once you reach Hawaii, you'll be given new identities that Baldy has already arranged. From there, you'll take a plane to Miami. Nan has already bought a house there."

Zhuo Wengang grasped Long Kun's hand and said, "Long Kun, thank you."

"Uncle, please don't mention it. It's only right. It's getting late—please board," Long Kun replied politely.

Sighing, Zhuo Wengang nodded and pulled Wang Liru onto the boat. Once everyone was settled, Long Kun grabbed the bald man by the shoulder and said earnestly, "Baldy, I'm entrusting them to you."

The bald man blinked in surprise, unaccustomed to seeing Long Kun speak so earnestly. Realizing how important these people were to him, he quickly promised, "Don't worry, Brother Kun. I've been in this business for years; I know what I'm doing."

Long Kun waved a hand, and the bald man gave the order to cast off. Soon, the speedboat vanished into the dark horizon. Aboard the vessel, Wang Liru stared at the receding coastline, her heart filled with anxiety. She prayed that Nan would be able to reunite with them safely in America.