Chapter Fifty-Two: Apology

At this moment, Xu Juan stood nearby, her face frosted over with anger as she glared at Lu Hao. “Lu Hao, I never imagined you were this kind of person. In broad daylight, you actually intend to commit murder. Apologize to my husband right now, or I’ll use the Sun family’s connections and make sure you’re prosecuted!”

Although Xu Juan had not yet married Sun Wengu, she was already assuming the airs of an official’s wife.

Lu Hao merely sneered coldly. “Apologize? If Sun Wengu doesn’t apologize to me, he won’t be able to walk away from this today, and you expect me to apologize to him?”

Seeing her son growing stubborn, Liu Xiulan panicked. She quickly stepped forward to mediate. “Young Master Sun, my son’s a bit hot-tempered. Let me apologize on his behalf. I’m sorry, it’s my fault for not raising him better.” As she spoke, Liu Xiulan took several hundred yuan from her bag and handed it to Xu Juan. “Juan, for my sake, please let Lu Hao off this time. He’s young and impulsive. He lost his temper for a moment—he didn’t mean it.”

Unexpectedly, in the next second, Xu Juan slapped the money from Liu Xiulan’s hand, sending it scattering to the ground. “Aunt Liu, your money is far too much for me to accept,” Xu Juan said with a face full of mockery.

Having been spoiled by Sun Wengu, even tens of thousands meant nothing to her now, never mind a few hundred. Her spending had far surpassed her real means, and most of the money came from loans Sun Wengu tricked her into taking out under her name, while secretly paying off a few installments to hide the truth.

“What’s more, he just tried to commit murder. That’s a crime, not something I can simply forgive—it depends on what my husband says.”

Sun Wengu burst into laughter, pointed at Liu Xiulan, and shouted, “Liu Xiulan, let me tell you, even if you gave me half a million, I still wouldn’t forgive your son! Your boy is a wicked criminal—do you understand?”

Lu Hao glared at him, fury burning in his eyes. “Sun Wengu, don’t push me too far. If you insist on stopping me from opening my clinic today, you’ll pay a bloody price.”

Liu Xiulan hurriedly tugged at her son’s arm. “Enough, son, don’t say another word. Let me handle this. Young Master Sun, look, this is all a misunderstanding…”

Sun Wengu stared at Liu Xiulan like a viper. “A misunderstanding? What do you mean, a misunderstanding? I was nearly strangled to death just now—I was almost meeting the King of Hell himself. Is that a misunderstanding to you? You mother and son are two of a kind.”

Hearing this, Lu Hao’s temper flared again. He rolled up his sleeves. “What did you say? Say it again if you dare!”

Sun Wengu’s eyes blazed with anger. “Why wouldn’t I? Do you really think I’m afraid of you?” He hid behind a group of Sun Group security guards, already plotting to find an excuse to send in the excavators and bulldozers to demolish Lu Hao’s clinic.

At that moment, Lu Hao began explaining the whole story to his mother, not expecting Sun Wengu to suddenly turn to Xu Sen behind him, his face twisted with malice. “Start digging right now! Level Wang De’s courtyard—whatever the cost, I’ll pay it. The Sun family can afford any compensation, just demolish it.”

Xu Sen strutted off to give the order to the drivers, looking smug. Meanwhile, Sun Wengu snatched up the baseball bat he’d used earlier, crept up behind Liu Xiulan, and swung it at her head.

People often said the village bullies of Peach Blossom Village were the chief Zhou Qiang and his son Zhou Run, but in truth, the Sun family, with Sun Wengu at its head, were the true ruthless overlords behind the scenes.

“Watch out!” Lu Hao leapt forward, sheltering his mother and blocking the blow. In the same motion, he kicked Zhou Run aside.

This time, Lu Hao no longer believed in compromise or in avoiding trouble by keeping the peace. He believed only in striking hard to prevent further attacks. So, he kicked with all his strength, sending Sun Wengu flying three or four meters. Sun Wengu clutched his stomach, howling in pain.

“Sun Wengu, you’re beyond redemption. If you insist on hurting my mother, don’t blame me for what happens next.” Lu Hao lunged forward, grabbed Sun Wengu’s right arm with one hand, and twisted it tightly.

“Did you just use this hand to hit my mother?”

Sun Wengu, writhing in agony, found himself pinned and his right arm immobilized. “Let go of me, you bastard! Are you trying to die? Let go of me!”

Without warning, Lu Hao seized Sun Wengu’s hair, yanking him up by the scalp, revealing his own ruthless side. He meant to terrify Sun Wengu so thoroughly that he’d never dare challenge him again.

“Sun Wengu, kneel before my mother and apologize. Unless she forgives you, I’ll take your life.”

But Sun Wengu was no coward who bullied the weak and feared the strong—he was a true villain, rotten to the core and unyielding. “Damn you, Lu Hao, dream on! I’ll never apologize to you or your family—not in this life! If you lay a finger on me, all the wrath of the Sun Group will come down on you and your family tomorrow.”

Lu Hao’s eyes blazed. “Fine, if that’s how you want it, then you don’t need this right hand any longer.”

With a loud crack, Lu Hao used a special technique from the Azure Dragon Legacy to dislocate Sun Wengu’s right arm—not a simple dislocation, but a compound fracture that could not be set right again.

Sun Wengu’s screams poured out as cold sweat beaded on his brow like beans, his face turning ashen as if all the blood had been drained from it. His right hand was lost to him forever.

Xu Juan, witnessing the scene, was driven half-insane by terror. She watched as Lu Hao twisted her man’s arm into an impossible angle, nearly fainting from the shock.

“Lu Hao! You’re finished! How dare you hurt Young Master Sun—you’re done for!” she screamed, her voice hoarse with panic.