Miraculous Doctor in Flower City

Yang Ziru's eyes grew colder and colder!

And a twisted sense of anticipation surged within her.

These four weren't just any ordinary people.

They were top-tier hired killers, brought in by Yang Ziru at massive expense for one reason: to make sure Liu Sanming ended up dead.

But in a sudden instant, the scene flipped—Liu Sanming, supposedly hunted from all sides, turned the tables in a heartbeat.

With one punch, he knocked out the assassin on his left!

One brutal kick sent the killer on his right flying; he crashed to the ground, out cold!

The last two, stabbed by Liu Sanming's finger like a sword—gone in a flash, totally helpless, sprawled on the floor without a sound.

Within seconds, all four top assassins were crushed!

Liu Sanming stood there, expression icy—like the embodiment of death.

The moment his gaze landed on Yang Ziru, she couldn't help but tremble violently, her body shuddering in terror!

"No, there's no way you're this strong! I don't believe it!! No!"

All her life, she'd never really tasted failure—until Liu Sanming came along. Now defeat after defeat.

The humiliation exploded inside her, brain feeling like it'd been bombed out!

"I was actually planning to spare you. Too bad you're so damn vicious."

Liu Sanming spat coldly.

As he spoke, his foot lashed out gently!

Toes nailed the downed killer's skull; the guy twitched spasmodically, then went limp for good.

Liu Sanming would never let these four leave alive.

But murder gets you locked up, so better to wreck these four's brains—turn them into living vegetables. Cleanest solution.

Step by step, within seconds, all four lay twitching on the floor—all now idiots for life.

Such cold-blooded brutality sent Yang Ziru into sheer panic!

She scrambled backward, darting over to Xu Wan'Er's side!

"Wan'Er, save me!! Please! I don't want to die!"

"How am I supposed to save you? You brought this on yourself—you never listened to Boss Yang, you had to go challenge Mr. Liu!"

Xu Wan'Er ripped her arm free of Yang Ziru's grip, panicked and bolted for a different corner.

That left Yang Ziru utterly alone.

There was still that hottie waitress behind the door, but seeing what Liu Sanming was capable of, she didn't dare move a muscle!

"Don't come any closer! I'm the Yang Family's heiress—I surrender, okay? I apologize! I won't fight you anymore!"

Yang Ziru was terrified to her core!

Looking at Liu Sanming now was like gazing into the eyes of a demon from hell.

"Too late. The moment you threatened my sister-in-law and my little sister, no one on earth can save you."

Liu Sanming's tone was freezer-cold.

The next second he strode forward, gripping Yang Ziru's throat!

His eyes crackled like thunder, unleashing a surge of Profound Power, chant spilling from his lips!

Yang Ziru's desperate flailing withered instantly—like she'd turned to stone, standing there blankly.

Her eyes were lifeless, her face slack!

At the same time, Liu Sanming turned to the waitress by the door.

The moment their eyes locked, she looked stunned, mind blown out like a bullet to the skull—her brain instantly a blank, blinding white!

It was as if Liu Sanming's eyes weren't flesh, but twin gun barrels!

Next instant, the waitress's gaze went empty; her face slackened, too.

Anyone involved in setting up Liu Sanming today—no escape from his retribution.

Even that waitress—he wasn't sparing her either!

If he didn't have these powers, it'd be his corpse on the ground now.

Yang Ziru wouldn't have pitied him—in fact, the waitress would just watch and gloat.

If Liu Sanming showed mercy now, he'd be a pathetic, naïve little saint.

"Get out there and tell everyone it's all fine inside."

Liu Sanming again fixed that cold stare on Yang Ziru.

Then glared at Xu Wan'Er. "You too—go outside and guard the door."

Xu Wan'Er nodded in terror, bolted out the door fast as she could.

Out in the hall, it was packed—security, cooks, management.

They all knew Yang Ziru was holding a banquet for some high roller tonight.

They didn't know Yang Ziru was scheming to set up Liu Sanming—hoping to get him killed.

Soon, Yang Ziru walked out, her eyes blank and icy: "Why aren't you idiots working? Get lost! Nobody's allowed near here!"

At her words, everyone scattered instantly, fear written on their faces.

Once the coast was clear, Yang Ziru returned to the private room and shut the door.

Xu Wan'Er stood sentry, too terrified to think about what would happen next.

Murder? Violation?

She could only screw up her courage and strain to listen in.

Inside, Liu Sanming sat down unhurriedly and started eating.

To waste all these gourmet dishes would've been a crime.

He ate and praised the food over and over.

After an hour of wolfing it all down, full as hell, belched loudly.

Wiping his mouth with a few napkins, Liu Sanming eyed the dazed Yang Ziru and the slack-faced waitress.

"Strip naked, both of you. Come serve your master."

Liu Sanming didn't intend to let these two live—but why waste good flesh?

Their looks were seriously top shelf.

As soon as he ordered, Yang Ziru and the waitress stripped obediently, showing not a hint of resistance.

After all, both of them had already been hit with Liu Sanming's Joyful Slave Curse.

Now they were nothing but little sluts.

Sluts live to obey their master—no thought of rebellion at all.

Yang Ziru's body was the textbook rich bitch—soft skin, pale and curvy, looked fragile enough to break with a breath.

Small frame, sure, but top-heavy—two round tits, proud and plump, like piping hot buns straight out of the steamer. Pink nipples, striking and tempting, surrounded by dark, rosy areolae.

Her belly was flat and delicate, her thighs just a bit meaty, calves trim and long.

The best part—her secret spot in the middle, pubic hair lush and wild, a thick, black forest.

Girls her age rarely had such a dense bush; it was Liu Sanming's first time seeing one like this.

Clearly, Yang Ziru was a thirsty girl right down to her bones.

On top of that, above her mound and down near her thigh, she had a gorgeous peony tattoo inked in.

When her legs were shut, the peony looked closed.

But if she spread her thighs, the flower bloomed in full, alluring display.

Liu Sanming appreciated the view, grinning—he slapped his thigh and pointed at Yang Ziru.

Yang Ziru immediately crawled between his legs and expertly unzipped his pants.

The dragon inside sprang out, thick and veiny, flushed purple-red, a beast.

"What are you staring at? Put your mouth to it! Lick it, suck it, rub it!"

Liu Sanming saw her hesitate, so he backhanded her—hard—right across the face.

Five purple-red finger marks popped up instantly!

Only then, eyes wide in terror, did Yang Ziru open her mouth and take the dragon in. Her movements were clumsy, no skill—it was obvious she hadn't done this before, no experience.

But that only made it hotter for Liu Sanming.

He yanked her hair, forcing her head down, using her mouth like a fleshlight, shoving in and out.

At the same time, he turned his gaze to the waitress next to him.