Zhang Yang casually released Hu Yan Aobo, nodding slowly. He was at the third layer, even the late third layer, and with his strength, Hu Yan Aobo couldn't stir up much trouble in front of him.
Furthermore, his objective wasn't to capture this member of the Hu Yan family; he merely wanted revenge for Hu Xin. Hu Xin’s enemy was this Boss Wang, not the Hu Yan family, so he had no need to make an eternal enemy of the Hu Yan family over Boss Wang.
Of course, it all depended on whether Hu Yan Aobo understood the situation. If Hu Yan Aobo insisted on defending Boss Wang, Zhang Yang would unfortunately have to offend him.
“You—how old are you, exactly?” After being released, Hu Yan Aobo didn't seem happy about regaining his freedom, nor did he ask about Boss Wang. Instead, he asked Zhang Yang a question with a bitter tone.
Zhang Yang’s age was currently his foremost concern. Hu Yan Aobo had always believed himself to be the undisputed top genius of the current era.
Even Long Chang, the most outstanding disciple of the Long family, was only comparable in strength to him. Long Chang was four years older than Hu Yan Aobo, and three years older than Long Feng.
Given four years, Hu Yan Aobo was confident he could surpass Long Chang; by the time he reached Long Chang’s current age, he would already be at the late second layer. Even the Long family members couldn’t compare to him, let alone others from different families.
Other clans had some outstanding young talents, but they were far inferior compared to him. “I’m exactly twenty, turning twenty-one after the New Year!” Looking at him, Zhang Yang stated plainly.
He decided not to hide this fact. He was actually in his thirties, but that was his age from his previous life.
Measured by the household registration in this life, he was indeed precisely twenty years old, without any deception. “Twenty years old!” Hu Yan Aobo’s face instantly turned rather pale.
He had estimated Zhang Yang’s age to be around that number, but hearing it confirmed directly from Zhang Yang delivered a massive shock. To reach the mid-third layer or above at twenty years old—this was simply unimaginable.
Such a person likely hadn’t existed since ancient times. Such an individual couldn't simply be called a genius; he was nothing short of a monster.
After speaking, Zhang Yang paid no further attention to Hu Yan Aobo, instead turning his gaze toward Boss Wang standing nearby. Boss Wang was the root cause of this entire affair, and punishing him was Zhang Yang’s ultimate goal.
Hu Yan Aobo’s appearance had merely been an unforeseen complication. “Brother Hu Yan, my demands remain unchanged.
If the Hu Yan family has any dissatisfaction, they can direct it entirely at me. I am securing this justice for my friend, and I will see it through!” Zhang Yang’s icy words caused Boss Wang to collapse onto the floor with a thud.
Even if he were foolish, he understood by now that his greatest reliance was completely outmatched—this enemy was too powerful. The current Hu Yan Aobo could not seem to protect him.
“Brother Zhang, we agree to your demands, but we hope you will uphold your promise—this matter is considered closed?” Before Boss Wang could speak, Hu Yan Aobo urgently interjected. Hu Yan Aobo wasn't stupid; he was a genius, not a martial fanatic.
As difficult as it was to accept, the reality was clear: he understood Zhang Yang’s power. Making an enemy of someone like Zhang Yang was clearly unwise.
A person of Zhang Yang’s caliber was almost guaranteed to reach the fourth layer of the Inner Strength realm, and no family would willingly provoke an enemy at that level. Moreover, the lineage of the Medical Sage was always sparsely populated and nomadic.
Creating enmity with them would only bring misfortune upon their own people. Hearing this, Boss Wang’s complexion immediately turned ashen.
He knew clearly that this time, no one could save him. Ceding the 51% of shares meant this company would henceforth be under their control, and they could gradually erode his remaining influence.
As for severing an arm, that was a physical torment he would have to endure firsthand. Alas, he couldn't change any of this.
Only now did he finally understand the feelings of those whose companies he had forcibly seized in the past. At this moment, a saying came to his mind: ‘Evil deeds are eventually repaid; retribution may be delayed, but it is never forgotten.’ He was finally about to pay the price for the wickedness he had committed before.
“Rest assured. As long as he doesn't act foolishly or recklessly again in the future, this matter will be considered settled!” Zhang Yang nodded.
He intended to reclaim exactly what Hu Xin had suffered, and this time he hadn't planned to kill him. However, if the other party harbored any thoughts of revenge, he would not hesitate to respond in kind.
With Hu Yan Aobo present, Zhang Yang couldn't probe further, but once Hu Yan Aobo was gone, he would apply the Soul Confusing Technique. Zhang Yang would not tolerate hidden enemies or potential dangers, even if the person held little combat power.
Having lived two lives, he absolutely would not leave any latent risks for those around him due to his own oversight. “Brother Zhang, please rest assured, he absolutely will not!” Hu Yan Aobo walked over to Boss Wang and suddenly kicked him.
Boss Wang cried out in pain and immediately clutched his arm, falling to the ground. With that single kick, Hu Yan Aobo had broken Boss Wang’s arm.
Hu Yan Aobo acting first was, in a way, for Boss Wang’s own good. The Medical Sage Zhang family possessed the strongest medical arts, capable of inflicting the most severe damage.
He worried that if Zhang Yang acted, Boss Wang’s arm might be permanently crippled, which would leave him with no standing to complain. By striking first, he could at least ensure Boss Wang’s arm—a broken one could heal.
Though Boss Wang was older, he would likely recover within six months without any lasting impairment. Boss Wang was in agony, but he also understood that Hu Yan Aobo was helping him; at least the arm he broke was minor.
Who knew what the outcome would have been if Zhang Yang had done it. “Sir, Senior, I will transfer the 51% of shares to you immediately!” Gritting his teeth, Boss Wang added.
Zhang Yang nodded subtly. Boss Wang was indeed malicious and capable of all sorts of evil, but he wasn't entirely without merit.
At least he could take responsibility and was clever enough to know what decision to make. Zhang Yang only hoped the man’s heart truly reflected this commitment, otherwise, he would merely invite his own death—not literally, perhaps, but Zhang Yang could certainly manage to drive him insane and turn him into a fool.
After saying a word to Hu Yan Aobo, Zhang Yang rose and left. Hu Yan Aobo hesitated for a moment before finally following him out.
The confrontation just now, especially after realizing Zhang Yang’s true strength, made it almost impossible for the thought of opposing Zhang Yang to take root in his mind. For someone so young to be this formidable—who knew how strong he would become in the future?
If they had identified an enemy like Zhang Yang earlier, they would have found a way to nip him in the bud. Unfortunately, Zhang Yang was already too powerful to be easily suppressed.
To kill an enemy like Zhang Yang would likely require paying a considerable price, which they deemed utterly unworthy. Since cultivating enmity was not worth it, the only alternative was to seek alliance.
Hu Yan Aobo wasn't rigid, and moreover, their conflict hadn't reached an irreconcilable point. After the two departed, Boss Wang struggled back inside the room, pulling out his phone to call for a ride.
His arm was broken; he needed to get to the hospital. The arm injury was easily treatable, and if Zhang Yang dropped the matter, he would recover quickly.
However, this incident served as a stark warning, instilling a deep sense of fear in him. When a person encounters an entity far superior to themselves, they are little more than fish on a chopping block.
He used to be the powerful entity, and others were the fish; having now experienced being the fish, he had lost any desire to continue his wicked ways. This realization was, in fact, what saved his life.
At least, he harbored no desire for revenge against Zhang Yang; had he genuinely planned retaliation, he would likely have met misfortune before finding an opportunity to act. Leaving Boss Wang’s company, he finally noticed police cars arriving at Hu Xin’s office building.
Zhang Yang just shook his head at their arrival, saying nothing, and drove away alone in his car. The Development Zone Hospital was quite busy that day.
The weather had recently turned cold, coinciding with a flu outbreak, resulting in a large influx of patients. The grounds were crowded with people, and the few parking spaces inside were completely occupied by bicycles and tricycles everywhere.
Zhang Yang was forced to park his car outside the main entrance and walked straight in. After making a quick call to inquire about Hu Yu’s room number, Zhang Yang soon arrived at Hu Xin’s ward.
Hu Xin was awake now, a bandage wrapped around his head, letting out a wry smile. Beside him, Xiao Dai was crying buckets, and Gu Cheng looked equally miserable.
Nannan and Mi Xue were already on their way, having received the news slightly later. “Zhang Yang!” Upon seeing Zhang Yang, Hu Xin tried to sit up, but the movement strained his wound, causing him to cry out in pain again.
He was completely bandaged, and his arm was immobilized in a splint. Fortunately, his arm was only fractured; otherwise, surgery would have been necessary.
His condition was actually slightly less severe than Boss Wang's—he should recover in three months at most. If Zhang Yang had intervened, he wouldn't even have needed three months; he could have returned to normal much faster.
“Boss, you’re here!” Gu Cheng quickly got out of bed and approached him. He had sustained only minor injuries that didn't impede his movement.
Yet, his appearance made him look even worse off than Hu Xin, his face bruised and swollen, making it hard for him to speak coherently. These two were now truly comrades in suffering.
“You two look worse off than I did last time!” Looking at them, Zhang Yang couldn’t help but laugh, remembering his own situation when he had first returned from his transmigration. He had also been in the hospital then, with gauze wrapped around his head, though he hadn't suffered a fracture, and his body had only needed time to recover.
“Last time?” Hu Xin paused briefly before also beginning to laugh. Gu Cheng and Xiao Dai also recalled the previous incident.
Speaking of it, this group of theirs seemed quite fated to visit hospitals; someone was always ending up admitted. Hu Xin was even joking about whether they should hire someone to check the feng shui.
Seeing his optimistic attitude, Zhang Yang finally felt relieved. Hu Xin had a good temperament, and this setback seemed not to have affected him severely.
After a while of laughing, Xiao Dai went back out, as Nannan and Mi Xue had arrived at the hospital and were searching for the ward. She went out to meet them.
Moments later, Nannan rushed in quickly, her face still etched with anxiety. “Gu Cheng, are you alright?” Upon entering, she only saw Gu Cheng.
Seeing his pathetic state, her tears couldn't help but flow, and she stared at him through her tears. Mi Xue followed in behind her, her face also full of worry.
Both Hu Xin and Gu Cheng were their good friends, and Mi Xue was naturally concerned for them. Kind-hearted Mi Xue never wished for any of her friends to suffer an accident.