Seeing his full-force palm strike caught between Wang Yan's two fingers, Lone Wolf was shocked.
After the defeat in the morning, Lone Wolf had taken Wang Yan seriously but never imagined the gap between them was this wide.
At this moment, it became clear that even his palm was no match for Wang Yan's two fingers.
The surrounding bodyguards were even more shocked. Lone Wolf's martial skill was astonishing; he could defeat several of them combined, yet this young man had caught him with just two fingers.
Lone Wolf urgently pulled his hand back, but Wang Yan's fingers were like iron clamps, and Lone Wolf's hand couldn't move at all.
Lone Wolf panicked, shouting and raising his other hand to grab his wrist and pulled back with all his might.
At this moment, Wang Yan loosened his grip, letting go of Lone Wolf's hand.
Lone Wolf, using his full strength at the time and not expecting Wang Yan to release him, suddenly applied all the force onto himself.
Lone Wolf's body rushed backward like a ball, rolling out and knocking over beds and medical equipment before crashing into the wall.
Lone Wolf's face slammed into the wall with a sound like "snap," his hands and feet spread out against the wall as if stuck there.
In the sight of everyone's widened eyes, Lone Wolf slowly slid down from the wall, lying on the ground as two trails of blood marked his descent on the snowy white wall.
Shakily, Lone Wolf stood up, his nose bent with two streams of blood flowing, one cheek swollen like a bun, and a bloody gash opening on his head, with blood flowing profusely.
Lone Wolf shook his head to regain consciousness, looking at Wang Yan with eyes full of fear.
He staggered back two steps, leaned against the wall, unable to retreat further, but fortunately, a window was behind him. Lone Wolf retreated backward, opened the window, and rushed outside.
Wang Yan saw and shouted, "Don't run."
At once, Wang Yan lunged forward and chased after him.
Beiming Xue hastily followed to the window, seeing the two dark figures already on the rooftop, disappearing into the night.
Elder Beiming nodded and said, "Young friend Wang Yan is truly extraordinary! Skilled in medicine, formidable in martial arts, and astute in thinking, he's no ordinary person. What happened today must not be leaked to prevent other families from knowing that our Beiming Family has obtained a treasure."
After speaking, Elder Beiming waved off the bodyguards and called Beiming Xue aside, saying, "Xue'er, tell me carefully about the origins of this Wang Yan."
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At this moment, Wang Yan was chasing Lone Wolf, weaving through streets and rooftops, growing farther away.
Seeing Wang Yan persistently close behind, Lone Wolf shouted angrily, "Who are you? Why are you chasing me? Do you really want to drive me to death?"
Wang Yan replied, "An ancient saying goes: when eliminating evil, do so thoroughly. Since I witnessed evil, I won't overlook it."
Hearing Wang Yan's answer, Lone Wolf was deeply distressed, thinking: Where did this old-fashioned person come from, spouting ancient sayings everywhere yet being incredibly powerful, truly troubling.
Lone Wolf ran desperately, hiding and sharply turning, but Wang Yan followed closely, unable to shake him off, getting closer and closer.
As Wang Yan was about to catch up, Lone Wolf suddenly sensed a familiar chilly aura emanating from a dark alley, grinning.
Turning swiftly, Lone Wolf dashed into the dark alley.
Wang Yan followed Lone Wolf into the alley, only to find it a dead end with Lone Wolf trapped inside.
Lone Wolf wanted to turn back, but Wang Yan had already caught up, panic arising on his face.
This alley was desolate; however, under a dim streetlight, they discovered a young woman leaning against the wall between them, seemingly bemused by their sudden appearance.
The young woman had a charming face, an exquisite figure, heavy makeup, and fiery red lips. Wearing a strapless leather jacket, an extremely short leather skirt, and sharp high heels gleaming like daggers.
Wang Yan coldly glanced at the two people before realizing nothing was abnormal, but after his nose twitched, the corners of his mouth lifted into a cold smile.
Upon seeing Wang Yan and Lone Wolf rush in, the fiery leather skirt woman smiled slightly, saying, "No business all night, but here come two at once. Who wants to go first? Only 200 yuan."
Saying this, the woman walked between Wang Yan and Lone Wolf, twisting her plump body, her tongue licking her lips, looking at them both.
Lone Wolf angrily shouted, "Get out of the way; we're fighting for our lives."
The woman glared at Lone Wolf, saying, "Don't know how to cherish beauty, forget it, I'll choose this handsome fellow."
With that said, the woman strutted toward Wang Yan.
Wang Yan glanced at the woman and said, "So you're a courtesan; sorry, please step aside."
Unexpectedly, the woman didn't heed Wang Yan's words, stepping closer to him, attempting to drape her arms over his shoulders.
Wang Yan quickly raised his hand, trying to push the woman away.
Strangely, faced with Wang Yan's extended hand, the woman didn't dodge; instead, she thrust her chest toward his hand.
Ever since rescuing Beiming Xue on the cliff, Wang Yan knew that a woman's soft front was a crucial point not to be touched.
Thus seeing the woman thrust her chest forward, Wang Yan quickly withdrew his hand.
The woman took advantage, pressing forward, her hands landing on Wang Yan's shoulders, her body close into Wang Yan's chest, coquettishly saying, "The night is short; handsome man, let's spend it together. If it's your first time, I won't charge you; I'll even give you a big red envelope."
Wang Yan felt a dazzling whiteness before him, struggling to keep his eyes open, with a rich floral scent entering his nose.
The scent differed from Beiming Xue's faint aroma, triggering primal urges within a man's body upon inhaling.
Wang Yan immediately felt a rush of heat throughout his body, his eyes becoming somewhat unfocused.
At this moment, through the woman, Wang Yan suddenly saw Lone Wolf in the alley about to escape.
Distracted by this, Wang Yan noticed the woman's hand behind him; her fingertips suddenly extended, razor-sharp like blades.
Next, these five sharp claws aimed at Wang Yan's back, thrusting forward.