Chapter 985: Chapter 985: If You’re Sick, Take Medicine

He Chen looked at Shang Yu’s actions, his eyes filled with worry, “Shaoyan…”

Shang Yu forced open He Chen’s shoulder and strode to the helicopter’s cabin door. Just one look made Wei Ang’s whole body stiffen with fear.

At this moment, Shang Yu was different from every other time he fell ill.

He disregarded everyone, even all life.

When Shang Yu no longer restrained his emotions, his eyes were dark and thick, devoid of any human feelings.

Under the man’s intimidating gaze, Wei Ang tremblingly jumped down from the cockpit. They were very close, and he could clearly feel the suffocating sensation before death.

Shang Yu grabbed the cabin door, stretched his long legs, and instantly got into the cabin.

Just before the cabin door closed, Shang Zonghai walked over slowly. He glanced at the puzzled Old George in the back seat, then raised a hand to stop Shang Yu from closing the door.

Shang Zonghai blocked the door with one hand, while the other gently brushed over the man’s neck, “Shaoyan, have a good sleep. We will talk about everything after you wake up.”

In such a state, Shang Yu certainly could not be allowed to fly away recklessly.

The man’s eyes were blood-red, gripping the handle while sitting inside the cabin door and looking directly at Shang Zonghai, “You’re going to stop me?”

Shang Zonghai remained silent, his gaze focused on the throbbing of his menacing temple, clearly using his strong willpower to fight against the drug’s effects.

Only after half a minute did Shang Yu gradually lose consciousness.

Shang Zonghai’s brow relaxed, and he turned his head to instruct Zuo Xuan, “Take him back to the villa. Without my permission, don’t let him out.”

Zuo Xuan nodded with a grave expression, but inside he was puzzled, wondering how confident he would be in stopping him when the hall master woke up?

However, another change occurred.

Gunshots rang out from the darkness, catching everyone off guard.

A heavy off-road vehicle suddenly drove out from the roadside, bullets fired continuously from the rear window, yet did not harm anyone, seemingly intended to drive everyone back.

Zuo Xuan and Wei Ang immediately shielded Shang Zonghai, while Zuo Tang rushed to the helicopter to close the cabin door.

However, the opponent’s shooting was very dominant. Just as Zuo Tang reached out, a bullet directly grazed her hand, leaving a noticeable blood mark.

The off-road vehicle drifted, directly hitting the tail of the helicopter. The co-driver’s door opened, and a figure ducked and rushed into the cockpit, lifting Shang Yu’s arm onto his shoulder. Under the cover of bullets, he sent the man into the back seat.

Everything happened in a flash, and the continuous shooting from the opponent created the best shield.

At this moment, Zong Zhan somehow got hold of a gun, aiming it at the wheels of the off-road vehicle, ready to pull the trigger.

But two hands simultaneously covered his on the gun, belonging to He Chen and Shang Zonghai.

Zong Zhan, with a stern aura, squinted his eyes tightly, “You know them?”

He Chen squinted at the vehicle’s license plate number, licked his back teeth, and looked at Shang Zonghai with a thoughtful expression, asking, “Old man, do you know Bai Yan too?”

He stopped Zong Zhan from firing because he recognized the license plate number.

And the person who leaped down from the co-driver to take Shaoyan away was Bai Yan and Li Qiao’s close aide, Little White Cow.

Yet, Shang Zonghai abruptly stopping Zong Zhan seemed a bit puzzling.

Facing He Chen’s inquiry, Shang Zonghai composedly withdrew his hand, looking ahead with unfathomable depth, “He doesn’t have the surname Bai.”

He Chen sharply narrowed his eyes, increasingly feeling that the old man of Shang’s was unfathomable.

…

In the back seat of the off-road vehicle, Bai Yan threw the gun on the floor, glancing sideways at the man next to him with closed eyes, “Shang Shaoyan, if you truly were schemed against by your father, I’d be the first to look down on you.”

With a “click,” the lighter flickered, and Bai Yan turned his head again, seeing Shang Yu with a cigarette in his mouth, his messy hair covering his eyes, “Oukan Road exit, stop the car.”

Bai Yan raised an eyebrow slightly, easily seeing the needle mark on his neck under the dim light, “Sedative or anesthetic?”

Shang Yu smoked heavily with his eyes closed, ignoring his words, revealing an inherent coldness.

Bai Yan puffed his cheeks, chuckling as he took out two medicine bottles from his pocket, “Got a malady, take medicine.”

The man slowly opened his eyelids, gazing at the inky-black outside, speaking in a cold, low tone, “Stop the car.”

The driver was Little White Tiger.

He glanced in the rearview mirror, initially not wanting to comply, but his body didn’t follow his brain’s command, unconsciously pressing down the brake.

Including Little White Cow, it was the first time noticing that the rumors about Shang Shaoyan of the South Sea weren’t fabricated.

Bai Yan detected the car slowing down, irritably kicking the front seat back, “What the hell are you doing?”

Little White Tiger wanted to accelerate, but upon meeting Shang Yu’s gaze, he subconsciously slammed the brake pedal to the floor and unlocked the car doors.

The vehicle swayed violently twice, leaving Bai Yan amused with irritation.

He was just about to speak when the rear door was abruptly pulled open by someone.

The person wore a pitch-black training suit, a baseball cap on their head that obscured the face, yet the voice was exceptionally respectful, “I’ve seen the association leader.”

Shang Yu stepped out of the car, perhaps the sedative was still in effect, his body swayed lightly, but his tone remained especially calm and cold, “Move out.”

“Shang Shaoyan, Li Qiao asked you…” Bai Yan whispered from the back seat, but before he could finish, the car door was slammed shut by someone.

Bai Yan cursed lowly, looking at the two small medicine bottles on the leather seat, muttering, “Everyone under Shang Shaoyan is just as damnable as he is.”

Don’t think I didn’t see that the door was slammed shut by that man in black just now.

The front row, Little White Cow and Little White Tiger, watched out the window simultaneously. They saw Shang Shaoyan take something from the man in black, and before they realized, four bullets accurately burst their car’s tires.

The two were trembling, “…”

Bai Yan gritted his teeth, lowered the car window, and cursed angrily, “Shang Shaoyan, you repay kindness with enmity?”

The man stood three meters outside the car, tossed the handgun back to his subordinate, his tone indifferent as water, “In the way.”

He wouldn’t allow anyone to obstruct his upcoming actions.

A business vehicle in Bai Yan’s gaze, gradually moving away.

He rubbed his chin, murmuring, “Does Shang Shaoyan have some serious illness?”

Under the effects of the sedative, still waking up so quickly, is he even human?

…

Elsewhere, in the armory district bungalow.

Old George stood beside Shang Zonghai, quietly waiting for something.

The three He Chen brothers stood not far away, smoking silently.

Before long, movement was heard at the bungalow’s entrance. The few people looked over, seeing Margaret being carried out horizontally by someone.

Her condition was very poor, her cheeks overly flushed, breathing rapid, and she occasionally mumbled something in her sleep.

Most present were men, instantly understanding the situation.

Most likely, she had been given some kind of aphrodisiac, and… her neck bore some suggestive kiss marks.

Many couldn’t bear to look any further; such a well-bred princess, ruined like this, a real shame.

Old George stared solemnly ahead, until a group stepped out of the bungalow, under the side lights his expression was visibly startled, “William?”