Chapter 221 — The Price of Itchy Hands - "No Way!" Tang Yun Pouted: "Aren't You Helping Your Little Brother Chase Girls?"

"A bit of both, I'd say." Wei Zhao made no attempt to deny it.

Tang Yun gave an inward snort and said nothing. Her entanglement with Wei Zhao grew more knotted by the day, impossible to cut and impossible to sort out. Just thinking about it gave her a headache, so the best course was not to think at all.

It was not long before Director Ma personally wheeled Xiao Fen into the ward. Wei Zhao smiled to himself. Director Ma clearly took him to be on very close terms with Guan Xuemin.

Once Xiao Fen was settled, Director Ma left and quiet returned to the ward. Zou Tiandi, Zhao Guangdong and the others who had been at the doorway had slipped away at some point without anyone noticing.

"Huh? Boss, that Zou whatever just walked off like that? Didn't he tell us to wait?" Kang ** found Zou Tiandi's departure strange.

"Gone to fetch help, most likely?" Wei Zhao hardly supposed Zou Tiandi would let it drop like that. "Or if trouble comes looking for us in a bit, he does not want the police dragging him into it, so he cleared out first to distance himself."

Kang ** nodded, and before he could reply a clamor rose in the corridor. The next instant the ward door was kicked open with a bang, and a yellow-haired youth burst in with four or five thuggish-looking men. "All the men in this room, get out... huh?"

Yellow Hair had meant to order all the men out of the ward, but his gaze suddenly landed on Tang Yun. He had never expected to find such a beautiful woman in a hospital room!

Yellow Hair was a lecher through and through. He had come to teach someone a lesson, but the sight of Tang Yun shifted his plans a little. He shot a look at the man beside him. As the boss, he could hardly voice such thoughts aloud. That would have made him look cheap.

The man was Yellow Hair's trusted lieutenant and understood at a glance. He pointed at Tang Yun. "You come out too!"

Tang Yun started, then realized Yellow Hair had his eye on her and meant her harm. She glanced at Wei Zhao in some panic, only to see the man standing there perfectly at ease, as if nothing had happened.

Annoyed and reassured at once, she steadied herself. With Wei Zhao here, surely she would come to no harm? Though part of her resisted his kindness to her, in a moment like this she could only hope he would protect her.

Tang Yun herself could not tell what she felt. It was strange, that was all.

Seeing his man take the hint so smartly, Yellow Hair nodded inwardly. Now that it was out in the open, he dropped all restraint and reached out to pull Tang Yun into his arms and drag her from the room.

Tang Yun jumped and tried to dodge back, only to bump into someone. She glanced sideways to find Wei Zhao. She was about to ask what he was doing when she saw him seize Yellow Hair's outstretched hand.

"Got an itchy hand, have you?" Wei Zhao smiled faintly at Yellow Hair. "I haven't even held her yet, and you want to put your arm around her?"

At Wei Zhao's shameless remark, Tang Yun flushed and glared at him. What did he mean by he had not held her yet?

"Kid, if you haven't held her, then she's nothing to you. Are you trying to play hero?" Yellow Hair's face darkened as he tugged at his hand, but it would not come free.

"I never act by any rule, so it's not about playing hero. I just think your hand is asking for it." As he spoke, Wei Zhao gave a sudden wrench. There was a sharp crack, followed by Yellow Hair's heart-rending howl.

"Ow... my hand... my hand..." A boring pain shot through Yellow Hair's palm, and he nearly burst into tears!

"That was just a little warning, and look at you? Such a coward? Tell me, did Zou Tiandi send you?" Wei Zhao had not expected a broken hand to reduce the man to wailing. What a loser.

"Ow... my hand..." Yellow Hair did not answer Wei Zhao's question and went on howling like a ghost.

"..." At his wits' end, Wei Zhao gave another helpless twist. Another crack. "There, stop yelling. It's back in. Now answer..."

The four men Yellow Hair had brought stood dumbfounded. Who was this guy? Was this some acrobatic act, yanking Yellow Hair's hand out of joint and then popping it back in like nothing?

They wanted to rush forward, yet hesitated. Yellow Hair had given no order, and they had to consider his safety.

"Get him! All of you, get him! Kill the little bastard..." With his hand set, the pain eased at last, and Yellow Hair roared.

Crack. Another crisp snap as Wei Zhao wrenched Yellow Hair's palm out of joint again.

"Ow..." Yellow Hair yelped. This time Wei Zhao had used even more force. The hand was not merely dislocated but deformed, bent at an impossible acute angle.

After two cries, Yellow Hair rolled his eyes and collapsed to the floor in a dead faint.

"I should never have set it for you. You're just asking for it." Wei Zhao did not bother questioning him further this time. He turned to Yellow Hair's men, who had started forward and then hung back. "Any of you lot got itchy hands too?"

Staring at Yellow Hair's twisted hand, the four men felt their stomachs turn. What kind of madman was this, so brutal?

"N-no... no..." None of them wanted to end up like Yellow Hair, and they shook their heads on instinct.

"Oh, then it'll be you." Wei Zhao pointed at the man who had ordered Tang Yun out just now. "Tell me, was it that Boss Zou who sent you?"

"Th-this..." The man was Yellow Hair's absolute confidant and could not bring himself to betray him. Looking down at Yellow Hair on the floor, a surge of vicious resolve rose in him. He suddenly drew a dagger and charged at Wei Zhao, shouting, "I'll fight you to the death!"

Yet just as he closed on Wei Zhao, he abruptly changed direction and thrust the dagger at Tang Yun!

Tang Yun jumped with a cry and tried to dodge, but it was too late. Just as the blade was about to reach her, the attacker lurched strangely sideways and toppled toward Yellow Hair, plunging the dagger into Yellow Hair's bent palm.

Yellow Hair had already fainted from the pain, but the stab jolted him awake with a howl. Seeing his own trusted man stabbing him, he exploded with rage at being betrayed by his own side. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

From somewhere Yellow Hair found the grit and courage to yank the dagger from his wounded hand with his left and point it at his lieutenant. "Stabbing me in the back?"

"Boss... you've got it wrong, it wasn't me... I meant to stab that kid and that woman, but I don't know why, when I got close he gave my leg a light kick and the whole leg went numb, and then I fell over." The lieutenant waved his hands frantically in explanation. "I don't know how I ended up stabbing you, Boss..."