Take My Breath Away

Tayson left to have his wounds treated. Carlos and his right-hand men were left in the living room. "Find that man and bury him alive!" Carlos' voice was indifferent, yet it was filled with an incredible murderous aura. 'Evelyn nearly died because of him; he should pay with his life, ' he thought furiously.

Dixon got closer to him and asked, "Mr. Huo, what if Miss Evelyn Huo finds out?"

Carlos didn't respond. After pondering for a while, he ordered, "Find some women to seduce him. If he falls for the trap, then kill him!"

Dixon nodded, "Got it, Mr. Huo. And, what if he doesn't fall for the trap?"

The killing intent in Carlos' eyes decreased a little. "Then, break his leg!" This was the biggest concession he could give in his punishment.

If it weren't for Evelyn who had pleaded with him to not interfere, he wouldn't easily let go of the man who had hurt her.

At the nephrology department of Y City First General Hospital

"Dr. Tang, I'm leaving."

"Dr. Tang, where are you planning to spend the night?"

"Dr. Tang, I'm so envious. There are so many girls around you."

The popular Dr. Tang leaned lazily against the wall of the corridor, wearing his white doctor's gown. He had a stethoscope hanging around his neck. He had fair skin and a charming smile on his face.

His eyes shone, and it felt like they had a sensual voice of their own. As he cast a casual glance at a nurse nearby, she immediately flushed and her heart raced wildly in her chest. She whispered into the ear of another nurse, "Dr. Tang is so handsome. I can't even breathe when he's looking at me."

"I can't breathe either, though he's not even looking at me! Look at that face! Such delicate features. Did he have a plastic surgery or something?"

"I'm so glad that he's a member of our nephrology department. Girls from the other departments must be so jealous of us."

"That's true. Anyway, we gotta leave. Dr. Tang is leaving too."

The doctors and nurses left one after the other. Sheffield took the stethoscope off his neck and went back to the duty room.

He changed into his casual clothes, grabbed his wind coat and left the nephrology department.

On his way home, a dozen men in black suits came out of nowhere and blocked his path.

Sheffield slammed on the brakes, and the car stopped in front of them, only a few centimeters short of hitting the men.

One of them knocked on the car window. "Get out!" he ordered.

Sheffield opened the door and got out of his car calmly. He looked around and asked in a casual tone, "Hey guys, what's up?"

"Sheffield Tang?" someone asked.

"Yeah."

"Good! Guys, let's do this. Break his leg!"

Sheffield flashed a wicked grin and didn't seem frightened at all. He fished his phone out of his pocket and dialed a number. "Bro, I'm at the Harvest Road and in deep trouble. Bring some guys with you."

As he spoke, he took out a pack of cigarettes and placed one between his lips. He lit the cigarette and asked, "May I know whom you work for?"

"You don't need that information. All you need to know is that we're about to break one of your legs."

'Huh?' Sheffield flicked the ash from his cigarette and asked, "What did I even do to you?"

"You did nothing to us. But you offended someone you couldn't afford to offend. And now, you'll pay for it. Guys!

The men rushed towards Sheffield and as they were about to grab him, Sheffield quickly dodged. "Guys, even if you wanted to kill me, I would still want to know who I am dealing with. Whom exactly did I offend?"

A middle-aged man walked out of the group and sized Sheffield up before saying, "Our boss has ordered us to break your leg. You hurt his precious daughter while in D City."

'In D City? Whose precious daughter?'

A pretty face popped up in his mind.

The wicked smile on his face disappeared. Stubbing out the cigarette, he asked in a serious tone, "How is she now?"

"Not good."

'Not good?' Sheffield fell silent.

His friends arrived soon after. A dozen cars braked all around them, and men stepped out one after another, standing behind Sheffield.

The two sides stood opposite each other in a tense atmosphere. When the men behind Sheffield were about to rush forward to fight, he stopped them.

He looked at the middle-aged man, lifted the wind coat and showed his long leg. Without any hesitation, he said, "Do it!"

Everyone stood stunned. The group who had come to break his leg looked at each other before staring at Dixon.

Dixon made a gesture with his hand, asking them to go ahead.

Ten minutes later

Sheffield's friends carried him into his car; his face was pale as a ghost. "Take me to the suburbs in the west of the city," he said in a weak voice.

His friend started the engine and drove towards the suburbs in the west.

The man sitting in the passenger seat turned around backwards and asked, "Sheffield, why did you let them do it?"

Sheffield chuckled and looked out the window calmly. After a while, he said, "If I had a daughter whom I spoiled rotten for nearly thirty years and she was hurt by a man, I would skin him alive instead of just breaking one of his legs."

The man raised an eyebrow. 'So, he hurt a woman, and this was her father taking revenge?'

In the suburbs

Sheffield was quickly carried into a villa. The old man living there got out of his bed, put on his clothes and hurried to the emergency room for medical treatment.

Sheffield flashed a wide grin despite his pale face. "Master, good evening. Sorry to bug you, but my leg needs to be treated immediately."

The old man frowned. He didn't ask what had happened. Instead, he began the treatment.

At dawn, Sheffield was carried out of the room with his leg in a plaster cast.

"Now tell me. What happened?" the old man asked, staring at his disciple as he wiped his hands clean.

Sheffield hadn't gotten injured in years. The old man couldn't imagine who could have broken his leg.

Sheffield sat in an armchair and answered in a weak voice, "Nothing serious. Will my leg fully recover?"

"I thought you wouldn't ask." The old man threw the towel into the basin angrily.

Sheffield scratched the back of his head. "I don't want to walk with a crutch for the rest of my life," he said with a pout.

"Don't worry. It will be okay. You're a doctor. You don't need me to tell you how to treat your leg, do you?"

"No, I don't. Thanks, master. I gotta go now." He gestured to his friends to help him stand up. "This is great! I can now stay at home and rest for a couple of days."

The old man shook his head and stared at his retreating figure.

His friends dropped him back at his apartment and left soon after. Sheffield lay in bed alone. His wicked grin was now gone.

His eyes were full of affection as he thought about that woman.

Four months ago

At the Rainbow Guesthouse in D City's old town

Four low-key luxury cars slowly stopped at the entrance of the guesthouse. A handsome bodyguard in a black suit got out of the passenger seat of the second car and pulled open the door to the back seat. "Miss, we are here."

"Mm hmm."

A pair of beautiful white branded shoes came into view, and then, a woman in a beige waist-length casual dress got out, holding a brand bag.