The bald bodyguard's reaction was extremely fast; the moment Fang Ming pushed open the door and entered, he discovered his presence.
Seeing Fang Ming rushing in, he realized the visitor meant harm. He immediately stopped closing the door and reached for the baton at his lower back.
The Zhou Family's business wasn't as large as the Lu Family's, but the family's influence was not weak at all. To be Zhou Zihao's personal bodyguard, one naturally wasn't some weakling; normally, under bare-handed conditions, three to five people couldn't get close.
Even for an expert of Soldier King Chu Feng's level, it would take some time to deal with two of them.
Fortunately, Fang Ming had come prepared. He had asked the Soldier King for a Tranquilizer Gun. Although this thing only had one shot, it was enough to deal with one person.
When the distance between them was less than five meters, Fang Ming suddenly raised his hand.
Swish!
The tranquilizer needle easily hit the bald bodyguard's chest.
With the two of them face-to-face, Fang Ming decisively threw the gun away. While dodging the opponent's baton attack, he didn't retreat but instead closed in.
Elbow strike, slap to the face, front kick to the lower abdomen, and a roundhouse kick to the chest.
Although the bald bodyguard weighed 180 and Fang Ming weighed 148, there was a certain weight gap, but fighting didn't rely purely on weight.
The bald man was already a bit flustered from being hit by the tranquilizer needle, and he hadn't expected Fang Ming to be such a good fighter.
This series of moves completely dazed him. Finally, he staggered back several steps, lost his balance, and slumped to the ground.
"You're looking for death!"
The bodyguard responsible for guarding the other side reacted. He didn't shrink back but let out an angry roar. With his waist and hips moving as one, he threw a heavy swing punch aimed directly at Fang Ming's temple.
The sound of the wind whipped up by this punch was exceptionally piercing in the narrow corridor; it was clearly a lethal blow.
Fang Ming didn't take it head-on. Instead, he ducked slightly. The moment he sidestepped the fist, his right palm, like a steel blade, accurately sliced into the inner side of the opponent's wrist.
The Grandmaster Level Combat Technique was utilized to its peak at this moment.
*Crack!* The crisp sound of a bone dislocating.
The bodyguard's cold sweat broke out instantly from the pain, but he was indeed tough. His left hand turned into a claw and lunged directly for Fang Ming's throat.
Fang Ming followed the momentum with his right hand while charging his left fist. Using the power from his twisting waist and abdomen, he delivered a clean, sharp uppercut from bottom to top, slamming heavily into the bodyguard's jaw.
Bang!
The bodyguard's head was jerked back by the massive force. The sound of teeth clashing was clearly audible, and his brain went into a state of shutdown at that moment.
Fang Ming pressed his advantage. Elbow strike, swing punch, knee strike, side kick—the entire process was as smooth as flowing water, so fast it was dazzling.
The second bodyguard was knocked unconscious by Fang Ming almost in a single encounter.
As for the bald bodyguard? He pulled the needle out of his chest and tried to stand up to fight again, but as soon as he rose, he felt his head spin.
Clearly, the anesthetic had begun to take effect.
Fang Ming glanced at him and ignored him further, pushing the door open and entering... inside the room.
Zhou Zihao had already thrown Shen Wanyin onto the large silk bed.
"Damn, this woman is really heavy..."
Zhou Zihao panted heavily while hurriedly unbuttoning his shirt, a smug, wretched smile on his face.
By now, Shen Wanyin had completely lost consciousness. Because of the previous struggle, the slit of her dark green qipao had torn up to the root of her thigh, revealing a large expanse of snow-white, plump skin.
Her hands unconsciously tugged at her collar, and she let out bursts of soft moans that would make one blush. Her whole body exuded an extreme, ripened charm.
"But now... hehe, you're mine."
Zhou Zihao leered and was about to pounce when he heard a muffled thud from the entryway.
His movements stiffened, and he whipped his head around. "Fuck, what the hell are you two doing... ugh!"
Before he could finish, Zhou Zihao's pupils suddenly constricted.
Because what he saw wasn't his bodyguards, but an unfamiliar man with an extremely cold and stern face.
"Who are you? What do you want?"
Before Zhou Zihao could finish speaking...
Thump!
Fang Ming had no intention of wasting words with him. He swung his right leg in a wide arc, a heavy sweep kick slamming into Zhou Zihao's abdomen.
Although the Zhou Family was a martial arts family and he was no longer the profligate rich second generation of the past, he was essentially still an ordinary person who didn't exercise much and had only slightly strengthened himself with drugs.
How could he resist Fang Ming's strike? He was sent flying from the bedside like a broken sack by that kick.
Crash!
Zhou Zihao crashed into a nearby wine cabinet. Expensive red wine spilled all over him, leaving him in a pathetic state.
"Cough... cough cough!"
Zhou Zihao curled up on the floor, vomiting bile in large gulps!
Fang Ming gave him no time to think. He stepped forward and grabbed Zhou Zihao's hair with one hand.
"I'll fuck your mother..."
Slap!
Before Zhou Zihao could finish, Fang Ming slapped him hard across the face.
"Do you fucking know who I am? I'm from the Zhou Family—"
Slap!
Another heavy slap.
"You fucking—"
Slap!
The slapping continued.
"Ah, I'm going to kill you... cough... cough cough cough!!"
Zhou Zihao roared in anger. Fang Ming produced a pill from somewhere and quickly threw it into his mouth.
The sudden medicine stuck in his throat made him instinctively swallow, followed by a violent coughing fit.
"You... what did you give me to eat??"
"Something that can make you quiet."
"Are you Lin Chen??" Zhou Zihao suddenly thought of something and looked at Fang Ming in horror.
Hearing this, Fang Ming was actually stunned. His hand gripping Zhou Zihao's hair suddenly tightened. "Lin Chen? You know Lin Chen?"
Lin Chen was currently squatting in the deep mountains and old forests thousands of miles away. How could Zhou Zihao, the eldest young master of the Yanjing Zhou Family, blurt out this name??
Could this guy also be a reincarnator??
Zhou Zihao's face, which had been contorted in pain, instantly froze. A flash of regret crossed his eyes. He realized that in his haste, he had leaked information he shouldn't have. He hurriedly shook his head desperately, but because his hair was being pulled, his movements appeared comical and struggling.
"I don't... I don't know him... I just guessed randomly. Let me go!"
"A random guess could be that accurate?" Fang Ming sneered, his gaze gradually turning cold. "Since you don't want to talk, I'll help you open your mouth."
Zhou Zihao was definitely not a reincarnator; Fang Ming could be certain of that in an instant. Otherwise, he couldn't have mistaken him for Lin Chen.
But this guy definitely had other secrets. Otherwise, how could he know of Lin Chen's existence?
"Mm-hah..."
What Fang Ming had fed Zhou Zihao was the pill version of Calming Powder. On the bed, Shen Wanyin let out a timely moan.
Fang Ming, who was about to conduct a forced interrogation, hesitated. He felt that now was not the time to interrogate Zhou Zihao.
"I'll interrogate you later!!"
After saying this, once he confirmed that the other party posed no threat, he quickly stood up and walked toward Shen Wanyin.