Chapter 231 — How to Solve It

He lifted Tang Zhi from the floor and checked her breathing, only to find it somewhat rapid. Wei Zhao's brows knitted at once. Could it be...

He was just about to examine her condition further when Zou Ruoming's rather plaintive voice drifted in from the corridor not far from the room: "Damn it, two pills and still no reaction. Looks like I'll have to take another one. I wonder if the drug's kicked in on Tang Zhi's side yet. If I can't keep up when the time comes, that would be a sorry show..."

So that was it. The little bastard had fed Tang Zhi something...

Cradling Tang Zhi, Wei Zhao leaped down from the window. He glanced at Zhong Yongliang on the ground, and a wicked smile suddenly flickered across the corner of his mouth.

He settled Tang Zhi into Black Panther's van first, then hoisted Zhong Yongliang up, sprang back through the window of the room he had just left, and dumped him on the floor, arranging him in the posture Tang Zhi had been in...

That done, Wei Zhao quickly returned downstairs to Black Panther's side.

After a moment's hesitation, he tossed Black Panther into the back of the van as well, then, still uneasy, struck several of his acupoints. This time Black Panther would not be waking for two or three hours, most likely.

Naturally, Wei Zhao had no intention of lingering here. He drove Black Panther's van, meaning to find some quiet spot to check on Tang Zhi's condition.

If he was not mistaken, Tang Zhi had been given some drug with a rather powerful aphrodisiac effect.

The van had not gone far when Tang Zhi's body stirred in the passenger seat. "Hot... so hot..."

Tang Zhi was awake? Wei Zhao glanced at her from the corner of his eye. Whether she was truly awake or somewhere between waking and delirium, her body was writhing slightly against the seat, as though in great discomfort...

"Tang Zhi?" Wei Zhao tried calling her name.

"Mm... hot... I'm so hot..." Hearing his voice, Tang Zhi answered instinctively, yet her body went on twisting of its own accord. "I'm so hot... burning up..."

Wei Zhao sighed. He had no choice but to pull the van over at the mouth of a small alley. From the look of her, Tang Zhi was awake and at least somewhat conscious, not wholly unaware of what was happening.

Lin Dahao's hands were skilled, his medical arts superb, but at this moment there was nothing he could do... Wei Zhao's old comrades-in-arms had all been men, scarcely any of whom could have been drugged, and so he had never bothered to study how to neutralize such drugs.

Looking it up on the spot was clearly too late. Wei Zhao scratched his head, gazing at Tang Zhi's flushed and alluring face, and could not help swallowing hard... Easy there, girl. Don't go tempting me...

"Hot..." As if the drug had begun to take full effect, Tang Zhi actually started tearing at her clothes...

Wei Zhao was startled half out of his wits. He turned to look at her. "Hey, what do you think you're doing?"

"Hot... help me..." Tang Zhi not only ignored him but began begging for his help. Her hands never paused; the buttons were stubborn, so she simply yanked, ripping her short-sleeved school uniform open in one pull and baring the camisole beneath.

Tang Zhi's strength was astonishing—it caught Wei Zhao completely off guard. But even as he marveled, the wicked fire he had just forced down came surging back up...

Wei Zhao was no gentleman, but he truly did not want to take advantage of Tang Zhi in a state like this... Given her temperament, she probably would not blame him afterward, but neither would she ever pay him any mind again.

As he was thinking this, Tang Zhi sat bolt upright from the passenger seat and lunged toward him.

"Tang Zhi, calm down!" Wei Zhao cursed inwardly. Looks like the hospital is the only option! He had been worried that a girl going to the hospital over such a matter would be a shameful thing, but now he could not afford to care.

"Hold me... I'm so hot, hold me..." Tang Zhi gazed at Wei Zhao through bleary, drunken eyes and reached out to tear at his clothes.

"Hell!" Wei Zhao shoved her away. Was she trying to make him do something he'd regret? "Hey, Elder Jiao, are you there?"

"I have always been by your side, never far away..." Elder Jiao said.

"..." Wei Zhao was somewhat at a loss for words. "Are you singing 'Legend'?"

"What is 'Legend'?" Elder Jiao asked.

"Never mind..." Wei Zhao had no time to quibble with Jiao Yazi over such things. "Elder Jiao, she has been drugged. Do you have a way to help?"

"A way... let me think..." Jiao Yazi sank into thought. "A long time ago, I helped my martial uncle solve a similar problem... What method did we use back then?"

Though Wei Zhao was anxious, hearing that Jiao Yazi had a method, he did not rush him, and simply let Tang Zhi kiss him and embrace him and tear at his clothes right there...

"Oh... I remember now. No, it won't work. The mental cultivation methods you practice are different," Jiao Yazi said with sudden realization.

"...There is no other way?" Wei Zhao was somewhat speechless.

"There is. The one you practice yourself will do. You only need to circulate the mental cultivation incantation over these acupoints on her body, and the energy in your body will enter hers, and naturally dissolve it," Jiao Yazi said. "I seem to have told you before that the energy in your body is omnipotent. You are the one who forgot..."

"How was I supposed to know this energy could do such a thing?" Wei Zhao smiled bitterly. "Elder Jiao, please tell me quickly how to do it. I can't hold on much longer. I may not be able to endure it soon."

Jiao Yazi told Wei Zhao the names of several acupoints. Wei Zhao did as instructed and circulated the Xuanyuan Dragon-Taming Art. The energy within his body was driven forth with all his strength and transmitted into Tang Zhi's body. In less than a short while, wisps of watery steam began to rise from Tang Zhi's body...

Half an hour later, Wei Zhao let out a breath of relief. Tang Zhi had completely regained her calm. Her little face flushed red, she lay asleep in the passenger seat, her breathing steady now, no longer rapid as before.

"Phew..." Wei Zhao let out a long breath. "I never thought detoxifying her would consume so much energy!"

Wei Zhao truly had not expected that merely neutralizing the drug's effects would use up about half of the energy elements in his body, leaving him looking somewhat weary.

"Your rank is too low," Jiao Yazi said coldly. "When my martial uncle did this sort of thing, it took him almost no effort at all."

Wei Zhao rolled his eyes and ignored Jiao Yazi. Elder Jiao was already the picture of a reclusive master; what sort of master must his martial uncle have been? To keep comparing him to his martial uncle was practically an insult.

Looking at the little vest on Tang Zhi's body, which she had pulled so hard that some of its seams had come apart, revealing a glimpse of her undergarment beneath, Wei Zhao swallowed hard. He picked up the school uniform she had torn and laid it over her body.