Seeing San Zai get the short end of the stick, Fang Senyan shoved the gold-chained man aside and charged forward.

The gold-chained man was about to intervene, but he suddenly felt an irresistible force surge from the man's arm, causing him to stumble backward several steps. He only avoided a complete loss of face by hitting the wall behind him, his mind filled with astonishment at the sheer strength of this young man.

Fang Senyan yanked San Zai, who was clutching his head, up in one go. San Zai, with tears welling up, rubbed the large bump on his head, managed a choked cry of "Brother Yan," and was rendered speechless. Fang Senyan pulled San Zai behind him just as a man in a skull-emblazoned jacket strode out from the inner room. He had Chen Hao-nam’s hairstyle, Liu Huan’s face shape, and Sammo Hung’s build, and was inexplicably sporting a pair of slick, glossy black leather riding boots. He tossed back his greasy, shoulder-length black hair and pointed at San Zai, roaring, "Get lost! I’m telling you, if you keep yapping in front of Brother Ma Tong, I swear I’ll make your whole family miserable—chickens and dogs alike! Eating, sleeping, you’ll be stuck in the toilet!"

A blazing intensity ignited in Fang Senyan's eyes. Ignoring him completely, he asked San Zai, "Where’s Fourth Uncle? Is he alright?"

San Zai huddled behind Fang Senyan and shook his head, his eyes still watery. "He’s fine. I left him waiting in the nearby consultation room. Then, because I was waiting too long, I came to fetch the doctor, and he started cursing me and hit me!"

The rage in Fang Senyan's eyes subsided slightly, but San Zai knew his elder brother’s capability well. He immediately darted behind Fang Senyan and yelled back, "You fat pig! Is this hospital your family’s property? Why won't you let us see a doctor!"

Brother Ma Tong’s eyes popped wide open, and he exploded in a torrent of curses: "You damn fool, you don't know what you’re dealing with! I’m not 'fat,' I’m voluptuous—voluptuous and sexy! If I don't tear your mouth open today, I’m not Brother Ma Tong!"

Saying this, he lunged forward to grab him, his hand snapping out!

How could Fang Senyan let him succeed? He reached out and blocked Ma Tong’s grab. This fatty was surprisingly agile—he was about to kick, but Fang Senyan had already preemptively placed his foot on the top of Ma Tong’s instep, which had risen less than ten centimeters off the ground, giving him no chance to generate power. Fang Senyan then followed through with a swift kick!

Brother Ma Tong suffered a concealed blow, lost his balance, threw his arms out, and staggered backward with a series of shuffles, pulling the nearby medical cart down with him. Syringes, cotton swabs, iodine, and alcohol scattered everywhere with a clatter!

Having lost such face in front of so many people, this fellow’s complexion immediately turned the color of pig liver. However, though his name was Ma Tong (Toilet Bowl), his mind wasn't filled with excrement. He sensed that this "Brother Yan" was probably quite a formidable martial artist. He immediately bellowed with his gravelly voice, "Si'er, Da Liu, Dan Ta, cripple this trash for me!"

At Ma Tong’s shout, four men rushed out from the inner examination rooms. Some pulled out gleaming switchblades from their coats; others sneered and picked up shards of glass from the floor, making motions to slit throats. The one named Dan Ta was biracial; he deliberately pulled open his jacket to reveal the half-grip of a black handgun tucked into his waistband.

"They actually... have a gun?" Fang Senyan felt a tightening in his heart. He wasn't afraid of the weapon itself, but he was concerned for Old Fourth Uncle and San Zai. Ma Tong, however, misinterpreted this reaction. He laughed loudly and swaggered over, grabbing a handful of Fang Senyan’s hair, then slapped his face, sneering, "Scared now, aren't you? Get on your knees right now and lick my boots clean, bit by bit. Today, Brother Ma Tong will let you go with your lives!"

Fang Senyan’s gaze was sharp, but he didn't move, allowing Ma Tong to hold him. This was because his face was turned toward the hallway, allowing him to see things Ma Tong could not.

As Ma Tong advanced on him, the door to the heavily guarded sickroom opened.

The two men in black suits standing guard bowed silently. Two bodyguards stepped out first from the room, cautiously surveying the surroundings before a figure emerged from within.

A figure Fang Senyan found disturbingly familiar—it was Gu Yue'an, the man he had encountered in Hong Kong.

Fang Senyan still remembered clearly the utterly bizarre question that man had posed back then: "You actually didn’t kill me..." as if not killing him was a major oversight on Fang Senyan’s part.

Strictly speaking, Fang Senyan had been responsible for the deaths of several of Gu Yue’an's subordinates. However, when Yi Wufu later attempted to silence them using a skill from the Nightmare Space, Fang Senyan took a blow meant for Gu Yue'an, effectively saving the Chairman’s life. One could call their debts settled.

As far as Fang Senyan was concerned, Old Fourth Uncle and San Zai would likely be staying in Taiwan for some time, so maintaining a low profile was preferable. Still, he was not the type to wait until patience was exhausted before acting. If Gu Yue'an remained indifferent to the current situation, or worse, sought revenge for his underlings, then the doctors in this hospital today would likely be working through the night... A crowd of people appearing to be in conflict had gathered near Room Two. For a boss like Gu Yue'an, who was constantly on guard against assassination, this disturbance naturally demanded his attention. The tactic of assassination amid chaos was a tried-and-true finishing move for gangsters. As a result, Gu Yue'an’s eyes immediately locked onto that face! That person!

That utterly unremarkable face... the man who turned blood and slaughter into a kind of manic, assembly-line operation!

Fang Senyan looked at Gu Yue'an, knowing he had been recognized, but subtly shook his head, signaling him not to reveal his identity. Ma Tong, still with his back to the hallway, walked over unknowingly and grabbed Fang Senyan's hair... Just as Gu Yue'an approached with an icy expression, he happened to overhear the words, "lick my boots."

Fang Senyan allowed his hair to be yanked and said calmly, "I just wanted to find a doctor for my uncle. You demand I lick your boots?"

Ma Tong brushed his hair back! He roared, "Stop the nonsense! I’m telling you, kneel down now, or I’ll break both your legs!"

At that moment, a hand suddenly reached in from the side and violently yanked Ma Tong’s long hair with a sharp tug! Ma Tong let out a yelp, and a string of curses erupted from his mouth, but seeing that the assailant was one of Gu Yue’an’s bodyguards, the continuous stream of foul language instantly vanished down his throat.

The bodyguard spread his palm, intending to look cool and see the sight of hair fluttering down. However, Ma Tong apparently hadn’t washed his hair in at least half a month, and perhaps even frequently spit in it to slick it down. It was disgustingly greasy; a few severed strands actually stuck to his palm. Nauseated, he didn't say another word and launched into a barrage of kicks.

After the bodyguard stopped, breathing heavily—no, stopping his feet—and wiped the sticky hair remaining on his palm onto the wall with a look of utter disgust, Gu Yue'an spoke sternly, "This kid is named Ma Tong, right? The original purpose of setting up this company was to find an honest living for our brothers, not for you to use the company's name to bully others and disrupt social order! Your big brother Ah Hu is inside, his fate unknown, and you are here ruining his reputation! This is a public hospital, and you won’t even let others see a doctor! Does this look like you’re praying for him? Does this behavior suggest you wish him well? Ah Hu can’t discipline you right now, but I can! Break both his legs!"

Fang Senyan thought to himself, As expected of the Chairman... Even though he was the chairman of a triad, his words were delivered with such commanding rhetoric, pinning one weighty accusation after another onto Ma Tong. Ma Tong stood there dumbfounded, his whole body aching, but the fear in his heart was immeasurable.

For a small-time punk like him, to put it bluntly, if Gu Yue’an spat on the ground, he wouldn't even be qualified to wipe it up. Today, to be publicly reprimanded so loudly by the boss, Brother Ma Tong was completely stunned, only able to stare blankly as the Chairman's mouth moved, hearing nothing of what he said except for the final phrase, "Break both his legs," which landed clearly in his ears.

In that instant, Ma Tong suddenly remembered how he had initially approached that person... This is divine retribution! Then he saw the bodyguard next to him actually pull out a gun! This was not the imitation piece he had asked Dan Ta to buy! Seeing the black muzzle pointed directly at his left leg, Ma Tong’s mind went blank, and a foul odor began to emanate from his trousers...

At this moment, Fang Senyan frowned slightly. Gu Yue'an’s attempt to ingratiate himself was too obvious. Ma Tong was indeed an annoying fool, but if both his legs were broken, it undoubtedly meant Gu Yue'an was granting Fang Senyan a huge favor. Fang Senyan could afford to owe the Bamboo Union boss a favor, and he certainly wasn't afraid to disregard it, but he still had to consider Old Fourth Uncle and San Zai.

So, Fang Senyan abruptly pulled San Zai out, telling him to find the doctor for their uncle. Simultaneously, he covertly kicked Ma Tong’s backside. Just then, the bodyguard’s gun fired. Unexpectedly, Fang Senyan’s kick struck the ground, sending sparks flying, and the ricocheting bullet zipped out into the hallway. Ma Tong screamed repeatedly but then realized there was no pain; his trousers were indeed wet, but it was from wetting himself out of shock, not blood... Even so, the entire man collapsed onto the ground, almost too weak to move.

Seeing Fang Senyan’s action, Gu Yue’an waved to stop the bodyguard from taking further action. He then turned to the others crowding the hallway and sternly rebuked them, "Those with business, get back to work quickly! Those without, go burn some incense for Ah Hu or check for rats among yourselves. What are you all crowding around for? Will crowding here make Ah Hu better? Do you all want to attract police attention? Ah Hu’s safety is my concern as the boss! Scram, scram, get out of here!" With the highest authority speaking, the disciples and grandchildren of the Bamboo Union obeyed without question. Fang Senyan glanced at Gu Yue'an, then turned and entered the examination room. He knew this major gang leader likely needed his help for something, but just as he could use him, couldn't he use him too? Their relationship was mutually exploitative, so he felt no fear.