Playboy: Medical and Martial Master

Chapter 616: Chapter 595: One Against Seven!

With Sun Zhe’s words, the atmosphere suddenly became quiet.

The large private room was so silent that you could hear a pin drop.

The smile on Sun Zhe’s face gradually stiffened, as he glanced at the women of the "dance troupe" staring at him with strange looks, he suddenly regretted speaking impulsively.

This is ridiculously absurd!

It’s purely courting death!

"Um... haha, well, I was joking just now, um, a joke."

Sun Zhe smiled awkwardly, sat obediently and buried himself in his food, pretending that nothing had happened.

"Bang!"

Unexpectedly, Li Zhishan suddenly slapped the table, full of momentum: "Alright, bring it on, I’ve long been fed up with you!"

"Who’s going to deal with this jerk tonight? Raise your hand to sign up!"

After saying that, she was the first to raise her hand, looking quite fired up.

The air became quiet again.

Three seconds later, Bai Ran also raised her hand, "Count me in, I’m fed up with him too."

Then Meng Shiyang also raised her hand, "My master is overdue for a beating, count me in!"

Then Jiang Yushu, Su Qingli, and Gu Lingxue followed suit, raising their hands one after another.

Thinking of the "humiliation" they had suffered under Sun Zhe, all the women were suddenly riled up, wanting to take the chance for revenge, and one after another signed up to join the battle, each one full of enthusiasm like a death-defying team.

In the end, only Su Nanzhi, Leng Yueshuang, Lin Shuqing, and the three major campus beauties along with Zhu Yan didn’t sign up for this absurdity.

But even if there were seven who didn’t sign up, there were still seven left—Li Zhishan, Jiang Yushu, Su Qingli, Bai Ran, Meng Shiyang, Lin Miao, and Gu Lingxue.

"Oh gosh... I was just kidding, are you all taking it seriously?"

Looking at the seven women who had already stood up fully geared, Sun Zhe felt bitter and just wanted to fly away.

His record at best was one versus three, but now he’d have to face seven; even with improved physique and increased strength, he was like a broken hoe—lacking confidence.

Gu Lingxue squinted her eyes challengingly at him, "What, afraid to face seven now? Weren’t you arrogant before?"

Sun Zhe felt tearless grief, wanting to slap himself hard.

Why did he get impulsive to suggest such a thing?

If he hadn’t brought it up, these women probably wouldn’t have brought it up themselves.

At this moment, Li Zhishan spoke: "Pavilion Master Sun, this is a test for you. If you can’t even pass this, how can you perform your duty as the Pavilion Master? How can you lead us?"

"Exactly!" Meng Shiyang hastily nodded in agreement, "Master, you told me before that you could take on ten. Now it’s just seven."

Sun Zhe grumbled, "Can’t you learn to be a bit more reserved like Shuang’er and Shuqing?"

Bai Ran giggled, covering her mouth, "You’ve no shame, why should we be reserved?"

Lin Shuqing then spoke, "Although we’re not participating, we still support you. Go Sun Witch Master!"

Zhu Yan smiled and said, "You little rascal, you’re the best, I believe in you."

"..."

Watching as the women egged each other on with their words, Sun Zhe realized he couldn’t evade anymore; he had to accept the consequences of his momentary impulse.

So.

After dinner, leaving the restaurant, Sun Zhe braced himself and followed the seven women, heading to a vacation villa in Yang City suburbs.

At the restaurant entrance.

Zhu Yan found Sun Zhe alone, suppressing her laughter saying, "Little rascal, I’ll come pick you up tomorrow. You have to do your best!"

Sun Zhe looked bitter, "I feel like you’re enjoying my misery?"

"Am not!"

Zhu Yan corrected her expression, reached out to rub his hair, "Actually you should be glad I’m more reserved, if I’d chosen to join the fight tonight, you’d have been even worse off."

"Sigh!"

Sun Zhe sighed deeply, turned and walked towards Li Zhishan’s Porsche, his steps a bit wobbly.

Watching his back, Zhu Yan suddenly felt like "The wind howls and the water chills, the hero will leave and never return."

Just then, Ye Qiao came running and hugged her arm, worriedly asking, "Mom, do you think Sun Xiaozhe will be squeezed to death by them?"

Zhu Yan poked her forehead lightly, "What nonsense are you talking?"

Ye Qiao giggled, "But I’m really looking forward to it, mom, how about a bet between us?"

"A bet on what?"

"Let’s bet whether Sun Xiaozhe wins or loses tonight. If you win, then I’d have lost."

Zhu Yan pinched her amusingly, "Alright, get back to school. Stay safe."

"Okay, but remember to report the outcome in the ’Harem Group’ tomorrow."

"..."

...

Late night.

Yang City suburbs.

Li Zhishan’s purchased vacation villa.

"This place is quiet and isolated, with a serene environment, surrounded by greenery, perfect for group battles."

Gu Lingxue stood at the villa entrance, making comments while her gaze occasionally flicked to Sun Zhe with a crafty look.

On the way here, she’d already imagined how miserable Sun Zhe would be tonight.

With an all-out attitude, Sun Zhe strode through the villa gates, "Alright, stop standing around, let’s get started. Sister Zhishan, since you’re the boldest tonight and initiated it, why not kick things off?"

Li Zhishan’s heart twitched with a bad premonition upon hearing this.

Sun Zhe’s lips curled, "What, feeling timid now?"

"Timid, my foot, bring it on, who’s afraid of whom?"

Li Zhishan steeled herself, grabbed Sun Zhe’s arm and dragged him towards the living room.

Sun Zhe suddenly bent down, wrapped his arm around her silky stockings-clad legs, easily lifted her up and strode towards the room next to the living room.

Actually, Sun Zhe had already strategized on the way here.

In a situation of being ganged upon, facing multiple adversaries would definitely be disadvantageous, so at this point, the best tactic was to pick out one of the most troublesome and target them relentlessly.

Doing so would instill fear among the others and diminish their fighting spirit.

In the living room.

Su Qingli, legs crossed, seemed intentionally flaunting to her sisters, asked, "You think Zhishan can last how long?"

Gu Lingxue pinched her chin, seriously analyzing, "Zhishan is newly cultivated, physique is weak, probably just one round."

"Hmm ha—!"

"Can’t you go slower? It’s still dry... it’s killing me."

Suddenly amidst the conversation, from the room beside the living room came Li Zhishan’s cries, half crying half shouting.

...

In the room.

Sun Zhe was completely naked, legs wide apart standing in front of the bed, shoulders bearing two sleek black stockings-clad legs, staring fiercely at the beauty beneath him.

"Sister Zhishan, there’s still time to plead for mercy."

Li Zhishan, tears in her eyes, retorted, "What are you boasting about? There’ll be plenty to deal with you later."

Sun Zhe chuckled, said no more, moved swiftly, thrusting deeply.

"Then I’ll deal with you first!"

"..."