Urban Supernatural Medical Saint

Jiangzhou's night was pleasing to the eye.

The moonlight, clear and bright, sprinkled on the frightened face of Xu Zhaopei as her body trembled.

A gentle breeze carrying a bloody scent swept over abruptly. The scene of blood spraying instantly made Xu Zhaopei's stomach churn, and she couldn't help but vomit.

Xu Zhaopei's heartbeat was frantic, and she stared at Fang Yu fearfully, clueless.

Fang Yu had killed again.

If the last time on the rooftop was self-defense, what was this?

The moment she arrived here, she saw Fang Yu overpowering his opponent with formidable strength.

The man who was killed clearly had fear in his eyes, he was already immobile, yet Fang Yu still killed him.

The bloodstains on the ground and the scattered iron rods looked like remnants of a great war, a complete mess.

But Xu Zhaopei couldn't focus on these things. What she truly cared about was that Fang Yu had killed.

That meant—crime!

Xu Zhaopei's mind went blank, she couldn't understand why Fang Yu would do such a thing.

Lifting her leg, her gaze blurry, Xu Zhaopei finally spoke with a trembling voice, "Why... why did you kill him?"

"I didn't kill him, he would have killed me." Fang Yu's voice was calm, his tone even.

Xu Zhaopei confusedly said, "They are desperados, are you one as well?"

In her worldview, if a dog bites a person, one should seek the correct method to counterattack, not bite back. She couldn't wrap her head around something as grave as murder!

"Peipei, you're not a child anymore," Fang Yu, took a gentle breath.

"Why?!" Xu Zhaopei, still half-immersed, exclaimed shockingly.

"Why?" Fang Yu narrowed his eyes, very dismissive, "These people are criminals themselves, have committed numerous murders, they deserved to die. If I don't act, more people will get hurt...?"

Xu Zhaopei's gaze stayed tightly on Fang Yu, seemingly evasive, "No matter what you say, you can't justify your killing."

"Enough!" Fang Yu threw back indifferently, "If you want to preach about these moralities, go talk to those dead people. I have no interest!"

After speaking, Fang Yu slowly turned around.

He had intended to head towards the road junction, away from this place of trouble.

Yet, he found himself unsure of where to go.

Seeing his resolute manner, Xu Zhaopei felt a surge of sourness deeply inside.

Compared to this stern Fang Yu, she found the earlier gangster-like Fang Yu somewhat more acceptable.

Watching Fang Yu's fading silhouette from a distance, her head gradually cleared.

She followed up at the moment.

Fang Yu entered a small private supermarket on a nearby street and bought a bottle of water.

Then he aimlessly wandered the streets.

Xu Zhaopei had never seen Fang Yu in this state before.

Melancholy after murder, not fearful and panicky from escaping.

Throughout the whole event, Xu Zhaopei was full of doubts. When Fang Yu sat by the roadside drinking water, Xu Zhaopei also sat next to him and asked softly, "Fang Yu, who are these people?"

"Assassins!" Fang Yu replied, a hint of coldness flickering in his eyes.

Xu Zhaopei showed a surprised expression, "Assassins? They are all assassins?"

"Yes." Fang Yu had no desire to distinguish whether all of them were assassins or not. But to him, anyone who came for his life was an enemy.

"Did you offend someone?" Xu Zhaopei asked puzzledly.

Only those who have offended some big shots would be pursued and intercepted with such grand effort. Even though Xu Zhaopei had not seen much of the world, she clearly understood these were not ordinary street thugs.

This meant that Fang Yu must have offended someone.

Fang Yu chuckled and said, "There is only one reason for murder—benefit!"

"What do you mean?"

"I couldn't help it, I blocked someone's path."

"Who is it?" Xu Zhaopei asked, astonished.

Fang Yu turned his head to look at Xu Zhaopei and said, "You are better off not knowing these things."

Just as Xu Zhaopei wanted to delve deeper—

Three black sedans sped over, their headlights glaring. As soon as the cars stopped, a burly man jumped out and shouted, "Brother Yu! I've been searching hard for you... Are you alright?"

The man was none other than one of Fang Yu's brothers, Yan Hu.

Walking up to Fang Yu, he extended his hand, squeezing Fang Yu, fearful he might be injured.

"How did you know I was here?" Fang Yu wondered.

"Brother Ji told me," Yan Hu said furiously, "Which bastard wants to harm you, tell me, I'll chop them up for you!"

Fang Yu shook his head slightly and indifferently replied, "They are already dead!"

"Dead?" The burly man was momentarily stunned, then burst into laughter, "Brother Yu is domineering!"

Xu Zhaopei was gradually beginning to understand. She initially thought these people were also here to kill Fang Yu.

"Are you friends?" Xu Zhaopei asked.

Seeing them muscular and flamboyantly dressed, spitting all over when they talk, Xu Zhaopei hardly believed that Fang Yu would know such people—they didn't seem like ordinary folks.

"Bullshit!" Yan Hu was really annoyed, and his tone was less friendly, "I've been Brother Yu's brother for more than a decade!"

"This is my friend, Xu Zhaopei," Fang Yu introduced.

Yan Hu glanced at her, frowning. Brother Yu really knows how to pick them, it hasn't been long and there's a new sister-in-law, and each one is so beautiful!

As he spoke,

After the last sedan stabilized, several people got out. The crowd turned back to look, the attitudes of Yan Hu and the others became more respectful.

Under the moonlight, a man, nearly thirty years old, dressed in a white suit, sharp features giving him the appearance of a scholar.

He was Ji Qiubai.

Fang Yu's brother who had fought beside him in the past.

Accompanying Ji Qiubai were three or four young men dressed in black suits, burly, wearing dark glasses. Including those brought by Yan Hu, there were a total of more than ten people.

Seeing the gentle and refined Ji Qiubai appearing in such a place, even Xu Zhaopei, who usually paid no mind to underworld figures, was startled.

Because Ji Qiubai's reputation was indeed massive, thunderous!

Xu Zhaopei had once seen Ji Qiubai on the cover of a magazine… described as some company's CEO, but now he looked more like an underworld boss!

Grown-up, stable, with profound eyes.

Here was a charming man who exuded an aura of magic.

At this moment, Ji Qiubai walked as if he were a beloved figure in the fashion circle, step by step, unhurried and calm.

Such a suave gentleman, so elegantly breathtaking, was actually the famed Ji Qiubai from Jiangzhou!?

Xu Zhaopei felt her eyes turning dry, her throat parched. Who could have thought, if this Yan Hu claims to be a friend of Fang Yu for over a decade, then what is Ji Qiubai to him?

PS: Recommending a friend's book called "Great Song Wanderer". Super interesting! If it's not good, feel free to scold him as much as you want!