Playboy: Medical and Martial Master

Blue Moon Restaurant.

In an ordinary private room.

Sun Zhe stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing at the colorful night scene outside, lost in thought.

The Little Dragon Girl, dressed in a black dress, was standing at the table, devouring a large spread of food, occasionally throwing a compliment or two at Sun Zhe.

But Sun Zhe seemed absorbed in his own world, checking the time on his phone, muttering to himself, "It’s already past seven, Sister Yunwan should be here by now."

An invisible divine sense radiated from his body, condensing into invisible threads that reached out in all directions, sweeping through every corner of the Blue Moon Restaurant.

At the same time, he activated his Yin Yang X-ray Vision.

In less than two minutes, he precisely pinpointed Xie Yunwan’s location — in the luxury suite on the top floor of the Blue Moon Restaurant.

In his perception through divine sense, Xie Yunwan was already unconscious, being carried by a man towards the sofa.

...

"So hot, so uncomfortable..."

Xie Yunwan was drenched in fragrant sweat. As the drug took effect, she felt like she was burning up from the inside out.

At this moment, her consciousness was very blurred, she had thrown everything out of her mind, leaving it blank, while her drug-influenced body began reacting uncontrollably, with an urgent desire for a man in her heart.

"What are you waiting for? Didn’t you want me... Why haven’t you come over?"

The Crown Prince stood before the sofa, a smile on his lips, watching the stunning diva on the couch twisting like a beautiful snake, tearing her collar with her own hands, eyes nearly burning with fire.

"Exquisite, really exquisite!"

On the other side.

Zhao Junwei was sitting at the table, drinking and eating by himself, occasionally glancing at the Crown Prince, his resentment and jealousy growing stronger and stronger.

But he knew the Crown Prince’s temper, preferring to enjoy prey alone, so he dared not disturb, nor even made a sound.

...

The Crown Prince was not in any hurry because a delicious prey was more flavorful when savored slowly.

He grabbed Xie Yunwan’s ankle, examining it closely, the smooth feel of the stockings bursting against his palm, leaving him feeling utterly delighted.

Looking at those elegant toes wrapped in sheer stockings, as beautiful as budding jasmine, he couldn’t help swallowing, his eyes growing ever more fervent.

"No wonder she’s a big star, even her toes are well-maintained and quite beautiful."

He used his other hand to play with them, pinching and rubbing each toe through the sheer silk, sometimes pinching the tip of the stocking with two fingers and pulling upwards.

Zhao Junwei, watching from the side, felt a heat surging through him, wishing to snatch the stunning diva away immediately.

"Damn, this is indeed exquisite too!"

While Zhao Junwei was boiling with envy, the Crown Prince suddenly let out a cry.

All of a sudden, his eyes were glued to the dark depths of Xie Yunwan’s dress, where, through a nearly transparent layer of silk, a layer of white lace beneath was distinctly visible.

In its dim valley, lush greenery could be glimpsed faintly, quite thriving.

Unlike most people who favored the rare purity of white, the Crown Prince loved lush gardens, seeing it as a wild sort of beauty.

Moreover, the more lush the grass, the more abundant the moisture in the land.

He could no longer hold back, immediately shifting to sit on the sofa with the stunning diva’s silk-clad leg draped over his own, and swiftly hiked the already short dress up to her waist, until the waistband of her pantyhose, extending up to her navel, was fully exposed.

"Mmm... This shape is excellent too, full and plump, certainly delicious."

"Young Master Zhao, tonight we’ve got good fortune."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Junwei chuckled twice, raised his wine glass and drank it down in one gulp.

The Crown Prince no longer paid attention to him, placing a hand upon Xie Yunwan’s knee, his palm sliding over the smooth stockings as it moved slowly upward.

"Knock, knock, knock..."

Just as his fingertips were about to touch that soft fragrant mound beneath the thin silk, the door suddenly knocked.

"Who the hell is it?"

The Crown Prince frowned in annoyance, glancing sharply at Zhao Junwei, and said commandingly, "Go check it out!"

Zhao Junwei too was impatient, setting his glass down as he angrily got up and walked to the door.

The Crown Prince didn’t dwell on the matter, knowing Zhao Junwei would handle it.

Suddenly recalling something, he hastily took out his phone and started photographing Xie Yunwan.

His biggest hobby was leaving precious image records of such "prey," partly for personal enjoyment, but also to proudly share among his circle, taking joy in his accomplishments.

"Boom!"

As he was frantically snapping photos, a deafening blast suddenly echoed through the room.

"Ah—!"

Immediately after, he heard Zhao Junwei’s scream, as the towering figure, nearly two meters tall, crashed into the wall.

He was startled into alertness, immediately letting go of Xie Yunwan’s leg and standing up, looking at the young man entering the suite with a murderous aura, and frowned, "Who are you?"

Sun Zhe expressionless, remained silent, flashed over, and raised a hand, slapping the Crown Prince away, then helped Xie Yunwan up, adjusting her disheveled dress.

"Damn bastard!"

At this moment, Zhao Junwei got up with a furious roar, eyes red as blood, brandishing a knife he took from his Storage Treasure and striding towards Sun Zhe.

Just as he was about to reach the door, it was kicked open, and Sun Zhe entered without a word, kicking him away.

"Where’d this little punk come from, I’m gonna chop you up today!"

Sun Zhe sharply turned to Zhao Junwei, whose gaze was frightened; chilling murderous intent in his eyes made Zhao Junwei freeze, cold sweat gushing from every pore.

The tangible oppression almost suffocated him, making him realize quickly this young man was no ordinary person, strength well above his own.

So his tone softened a little: "Do you know who I am?"

Sun Zhe didn’t answer, suddenly radiating golden flames, flashing over, casually grasping Zhao Junwei’s neck, lifting him like he was weightless.

"Scum, I don’t care who you are."

"Brother, calm down, we can talk this out peacefully."

Eyes filled with fear, Zhao Junwei’s tone was pained, having already backed down.

Upon seeing Sun Zhe unleash Pure Yang Sacred Fire, he acknowledged reality — this was a Spirit Gathering Realm expert!

Sun Zhe sneered coldly, suddenly throwing him to the ground, pinning him down for a brutal beating.

As he was dealing with Zhao Junwei, he noticed the Crown Prince getting up, so he pinned him down for a brutal beating as well.

...

A moment passed.

Following the principle of avoiding losses as a hero, a swollen and bloody-nosed Zhao Junwei and the Crown Prince knelt before Sun Zhe, apologizing and begging for mercy.

Facing a Spirit Gathering Realm expert, they really couldn’t muster any resistance.

For such experts were barely bound by worldly laws and morality, even Emperor had to show respect.

Thus, they both understood their own identity and background held no intimidation.

Rather than clashing head-on, it was better to humbly yield.

"Senior, I realize my mistake, I was confused... But we didn’t know she was your woman."

"So, Senior, considering we haven’t done anything to her, please, magnanimously let us go, treat us like air."

Sun Zhe expressionless: "Get out."

"Okay, Senior."

With a face full of smiles, Zhao Junwei assisted the Crown Prince as they left.

A little later.

After they had scurried away, Sun Zhe glanced at Xie Yunwan on the sofa, letting out a gentle sigh.

"Seems like she’s been drugged."

"Sister Yunwan, bear with me, I’ll detoxify you."

"..."