Chapter 231 — How to Resolve It

He lifted Tang Yun up from the floor and checked her breathing, only to find it short and hurried. Wei Zhao frowned at once. Could it be...

Just as Wei Zhao was about to examine Tang Yun more closely, he heard Zou Ruoming's peevish voice drifting in from the corridor not far from the room. "Damn it, I took two pills and still feel nothing. Looks like I need a third. I wonder if the drug has kicked in on Tang Yun's side. If I cannot keep up when the time comes, that will be no good at all..."

Sure enough, the brat had fed Tang Yun something...

Holding Tang Yun in his arms, Wei Zhao leapt down from the window, glanced at Zhong Yongliang lying on the ground, and a wicked smile flickered across his mouth.

Wei Zhao first settled Tang Yun inside Black Panther's van, then grabbed Zhong Yongliang and jumped back through the window into that same room, dumping Zhong Yongliang on the floor and arranging him exactly where Tang Yun had been...

When all that was done, Wei Zhao quickly returned downstairs to Black Panther's side.

After a moment's hesitation, Wei Zhao tossed Black Panther into the back of the van as well, and to be safe sealed several of his acupoints. This time Black Panther would likely not wake for two or three hours.

Naturally Wei Zhao would not stay in such a place. He drove off in Black Panther's van, meaning to find a quieter spot to look over Tang Yun's condition.

If Wei Zhao had guessed right, Tang Yun had been dosed with some powerfully aphrodisiac drug.

He had not driven far when Tang Yun stirred in the passenger seat. "Hot... so hot..."

Was Tang Yun awake? Wei Zhao glanced at her from the corner of his eye. He could not tell whether she was fully awake or hovering between stupor and waking. Her body twisted faintly in the seat as if in great discomfort...

"Tang Yun?" Wei Zhao tried calling her name.

"Mm... hot... I am so hot..." Hearing Wei Zhao's voice, Tang Yun answered instinctively, yet her body kept writhing beyond her control. "I am so hot... burning up..."

Wei Zhao sighed and could only pull the van over at the mouth of a small alley. Judging by her looks, Tang Yun seemed to have come around and kept some awareness, not utterly insensible.

Though Master Lin was highly skilled in medicine, even he would have been helpless at this moment... All Wei Zhao's old comrades-in-arms had been men, with almost no chance of being drugged, so Wei Zhao had never studied how to dispel such a drug.

There was clearly no time to look anything up. Wei Zhao scratched his head, gazed at Tang Yun's flushed and lovely face, and could not help swallowing hard... Girl, do not tempt me...

"So hot..." As if the drug was taking full effect, Tang Yun actually began tugging at her own clothes...

Wei Zhao jumped in alarm and turned to stare at her. "Hey, what are you trying to do?"

"Hot... help me..." Far from obeying Wei Zhao, Tang Yun began begging him for help. Her hands never stopped for a moment. Unable to undo the buttons, she simply tore at them, ripping open her short-sleeved school uniform and exposing the little camisole beneath.

That Tang Yun could be so strong surprised Wei Zhao greatly. Yet even as he marveled, the wicked fire he had just forced down flared up again...

Though Wei Zhao was no gentleman, he truly had no wish to take advantage of Tang Yun in such a state... With her temper, she would most likely not blame him afterward, but she would probably never speak to him again.

While Wei Zhao was still thinking, Tang Yun sat bolt upright in the passenger seat and threw herself at him.

"Tang Yun, calm down!" Wei Zhao cried inwardly that this was bad. It looked like the hospital was the only choice! He had held back before because for a young girl to go to the hospital over such a thing would look bad, but now he could not afford to care.

"Hold me... I am so hot, hold me..." Tang Yun gazed at Wei Zhao with dazed, misty eyes while reaching out to tear at his clothes.

"Damn!" Wei Zhao shoved Tang Yun away. Was this not forcing him to make a mistake? "Hey, Old Jiao, are you there?"

"I have always been by your side, never far away..." Old Jiao said.

"..." Wei Zhao was speechless. "Are you singing 'Legend' now?"

"What is 'Legend'?" Old Jiao asked.

"Never mind..." Wei Zhao had no time to dawdle with Jiao Yazi over this. "Old Jiao, she has been drugged. Do you have any remedy?"

"A remedy... let me think..." Jiao Yazi sank into thought. "Long ago, I helped my martial uncle resolve a similar problem... What method did we use back then?"

Anxious though he was, hearing that Jiao Yazi might have a way, Wei Zhao did not press him, and simply let Tang Yun kiss and cling to him and tear at his clothes...

"Ah... I remember now, but no, the mental cultivation methods you practice are different." Jiao Yazi said with sudden realization.

"... Is there no other way?" Wei Zhao asked helplessly.

"There is. The one you cultivate yourself will do. You need only circulate your mental formula upon these acupoints on her body, and the energy in your body will enter hers and naturally dissolve the drug." Jiao Yazi said. "I think I told you before that the energy in you is all-powerful. You simply forgot..."

"How was I to know the energy could do this?" Wei Zhao gave a bitter smile. "Old Jiao, just tell me what to do. I cannot stand it much longer. I may not hold out."

Jiao Yazi told Wei Zhao the names of several acupoints. Wei Zhao did as told and set the Xuanyuan Yulong Jue in motion, driving the energy within his body with all his strength into Tang Yun. In no time at all, wisps of misty vapor began to rise from her body...

Half an hour later, Wei Zhao breathed a sigh of relief. Tang Yun had fully regained her calm and lay asleep in the passenger seat with her small face flushed, her breathing steady now, no longer rapid as before.

"Phew..." Wei Zhao let out a long breath. "I never thought purging such a toxin would consume so much energy!"

Wei Zhao had truly not expected that merely neutralizing the drug would use up nearly half the energy in his body, leaving him looking rather weary.

"Your level is too low." Jiao Yazi said coldly. "When my martial uncle did this, it cost him almost no effort."

Wei Zhao rolled his eyes and ignored Jiao Yazi. Old Jiao already carried himself like a recluse master. What manner of lofty figure must his martial uncle be? To compare Wei Zhao with him all the time was simply humiliating.

Looking at Tang Yun's little camisole, its seams split from her own tugging and faintly revealing the undergarment beneath, Wei Zhao swallowed hard, picked up her torn school uniform, and covered her with it.