The bar's front door was kicked open.
The commotion was so loud that it startled Yi Zhengen inside.
The guy instinctively grabbed the pistol beside him and was about to call his bodyguards in—yet the moment he saw the intruder, he let out a long breath of relief.
"Brother Zhou, what's got you in such a rush? You nearly scared me to death."
The visitor was Zhou You.
But after entering, he abruptly stopped.
He looked around, his brow furrowing deeper and deeper.
The lounge was still the same lounge, but the thick stench of blood was nearly tangible. The liquor table at its center had vanished, replaced by a cold operating table.
A human body lay atop it. Its abdominal cavity had been cut open, nearly half its organs removed, yet for some reason, it was still alive, even twitching.
Clearly, this shoddy "operation" had been performed without anesthesia.
Zhou You walked over, took a few looks, and immediately recognized the man as Doctor Xu, who had operated on him before.
He shot Yi Zhengen a glance, and the pervert immediately began gesturing wildly as though claiming credit.
"Brother, what do you think of my skills? I never studied medicine before, but didn't I do a pretty fine job with this surgery?"
Zhou You ignored his rambling. Looking at Doctor Xu's agonized face, like a fish gasping after being hauled from the water, he slowly asked, "What happened?"
Yi Zhengen wiped his face with his blood-covered hand, then answered with a smile, "You must've heard about it a few days ago, right? This guy wanted to betray me and run away. I'm a very magnanimous person, but that's the one thing I can't tolerate, so I gave him a little lesson..."
"But I heard the Medical Science Association transferred