179: Curse of doom! Zhao Tianhu is in crisis!

However, just as he was about to pounce on the girl, an accident occurred again.

He moved too violently, and the car body swayed slightly again.

"Bang!"

A dull thud echoed in the carriage.

Zhao Tianhu only felt the world spin, a sharp pain in his forehead, and golden stars danced before his eyes.

The hard crystal interior light on the car ceiling had made intimate contact with him.

A warm, sticky liquid dripped down his brow bone, obscuring his eyes.

He had actually hit himself so hard that his head was bleeding!

"Ah!"

The influencer girl looked at Zhao Tianhu's blood-soaked, ferocious face and could no longer smile, letting out a short, sharp scream from her throat.

But at this moment, Zhao Tianhu seemed to feel no pain.

He wiped the blood from his face, the sticky liquid leaving a horrifying red streak on his cheek.

His already bloodshot eyes stared intently at the woman beneath him, a twisted arc forming at the corner of his mouth.

"Keep laughing!"

"Why the hell aren't you laughing?!"

He roared, pouncing again!

This time, he succeeded, pinning the girl firmly beneath him, the strong smell of blood making her feel nauseous.

But just as he was about to make his next move, a violent, churning cramp suddenly erupted deep in his lower abdomen!

The feeling was as if someone was holding a red-hot iron tong, stirring frantically in his intestines!

"Gurgle... Gurgle..."

An untimely rumble rolled out from his stomach.

Zhao Tianhu's face instantly changed from a ferocious flush to a deathly pallor!

This is bad!

He needed to go!

And it was an emergency, like a flash flood, the kind where he couldn't wait another second!

His mind went blank; his only thought was to rush out!

He violently pushed away the girl beneath him, stumbled and crawled to open the car door, and plunged headfirst into the dark thicket by the roadside!

"Brother Hu... Brother Hu?"

The influencer girl in the car looked at his scrambling, panicked back, completely dumbfounded.

Just a few minutes ago he was like a man-eating beast, how could he suddenly...

A few minutes later, Zhao Tianhu leaned against a tree, exhausted, having taken care of his urgent business.

He had just let out a sigh of relief, preparing to pull up his torn suit pants and go back, when his foot unexpectedly stepped on something slippery.

He was wearing expensive Italian handmade leather shoes, with soles as smooth as a mirror.

With that slip, he instantly lost his balance, falling forward in a perfectly executed face-plant.

Face first.

The most fatal part was that where he fell, without deviation, was precisely the 'fertile ground' he had just personally cultivated.

Thus, a human tragedy filled with a strong 'aroma' unfolded.

A warm, soft, and familiar-smelling sensation instantly covered his mouth and nose!

"Ugh—!"

Zhao Tianhu's stomach churned, and he dry-heaved on the ground, heartbroken.

He felt like he had never been so disgusted in his life!

He had actually... personally tasted his fresh 'masterpiece'!

This was worse than killing him!

"Second Young Master!"

The two Zhao Family dead soldiers, smoking in the distance, were completely stunned by their young master's 'heroic' posture.

They wanted to go forward and help, but looking at the golden 'minefield' and the overwhelming stench, their legs felt like they were filled with lead, unable to move.

Just as the three of them—master and servants—were caught in an extremely awkward situation, a cold voice, carrying a hint of playfulness, suddenly drifted from the darkness not far away.

"Heh heh, Second Young Master Zhao, what excellent taste.

In the middle of the night, running to this desolate wilderness to play in the mud?"

Who?!

The two bodyguards' expressions changed drastically, instantly extinguishing their cigarette butts and adopting a fighting stance, staring intently in the direction of the voice.

From the darkness, a figure slowly walked out.

The person was nearly 1.9 meters tall, dressed in a well-tailored black Armani suit, with a stern face and eagle-like eyes.

That innate aura of arrogance—who else could it be but Wang Jie, the eldest young master of the Wang Family of Jingcheng?!

"Wang... Wang Jie?!"

Zhao Tianhu, sprawled in the yellow sea, saw who it was, and his mind buzzed, almost ceasing to function.

How could he be here?!

His utterly dishevelled appearance had been seen completely by his biggest rival!

"You... How are you here?!" Zhao Tianhu struggled to get up from the ground, his voice mixed with uncontrollable anger and guilt.

"How am I here?" Wang Jie's face bore a cold smile, and he even took a disgusted half-step back, as if afraid of getting contaminated by something unclean, "I am, of course... here to settle accounts with you."

"Settle accounts? What accounts?" Zhao Tianhu's heart sank.

"What accounts?" Wang Jie's eyes suddenly sharpened, "Zhao Tianhu, I ask you, last month at 'Heaven on Earth' in Jingcheng, did you touch a woman you shouldn't have?"

Zhao Tianhu's pupils suddenly contracted!

Wang Jie, however, didn't give him a chance to think, stepping closer, his voice low but every word like a knife.

"Not only did you touch her, but you also went around telling people that the woman Wang Jie fancied was 'very moist'?"

"Did this happen?"

Boom!

Wang Jie's words were like a heavy hammer, striking Zhao Tianhu's head!

How... how did he know?!

He had done that matter extremely secretly, and that woman was just a second-tier celebrity he picked up at a nightclub; how could she be Wang Jie's woman?!

Impossible! Absolutely impossible!

What was Wang Jie's status? Would a woman he fancied go to such a place to show herself off?

He's trying to trick me!

Having figured this out, Zhao Tianhu instantly gained confidence, and despite his filthy face, his imposing manner did not diminish in the slightest.

"Wang Jie! Stop your damn slandering!" He pointed at Wang Jie's nose and cursed, "When did I ever sleep with your woman?!"

"You can't control what's in your pants, messing around everywhere, and now you're blaming it on me?"

"Are you trying to pick a fight?!"

"Pick a fight?" Wang Jie smiled, that smile carrying the cruelty of a cat playing with a mouse, "That's right, I'm here to pick a fight today."

He slowly adjusted his cuff, his gaze moving from Zhao Tianhu's dishevelled face to his torn crotch.

"Whether that woman is mine or not, it doesn't matter."

"What matters is that you touched her and mentioned my name."

"So..."

Wang Jie's voice suddenly turned cold.

"Today, you must leave your life here."