This scene immediately stunned everyone.
"Xiaoguang!!"
A roar filled with immense fury erupted, waking Qin Chuan and Chen Jinyu from their daze. By the time they regained their senses, they saw Zheng Chengdao and Yao Dong rushing towards the table of guests at breakneck speed.
"I'll kill you!"
Yao Dong's roar echoed through the area.
"Boss!"
Chen Jinyu instinctively turned to look at Qin Chuan beside him, his face pale. This sudden turn of events was too shocking for many, and they couldn't accept it.
Who could instantly accept that their close buddy, who was just a few seconds ago eating, chatting, and boasting with them, was now stabbed in the stomach and lying in a pool of blood?
As Chen Jinyu turned to look at Qin Chuan, he noticed Qin Chuan casually grabbing a set of iron skewers from the table, his face ferocious, without a hint of fear, and charging forward.
These iron skewers were remnants of their barbecue.
Each skewer was over a foot long and half a centimeter wide, made of pure iron with very sharp tips.
Seeing this, Chen Jinyu instinctively imitated him, grabbing a handful of iron skewers from the table. Once in his hand, he felt they weren't substantial enough. Although sharp, they were too light and lacked significant killing power.
He looked around and spotted a shovel in the corner. He quickly ran over, picked it up, and followed.
By the time Chen Jinyu arrived, a fierce melee had already begun.
Zheng Chengdao and Yao Dong, like two enraged lions, emanated killing intent as they fought the group, their moves incredibly vicious.
But their opponents were equally strong. One man with long hair and a cross-shaped scar on his forehead was fighting Zheng Chengdao to a standstill.
This man was Blood Wolf!
His face contorted with savage ruthlessness, and he tightly gripped a dagger. His fighting style was vicious and seasoned, leaving the bare-handed Zheng Chengdao unable to gain an advantage.
Another opponent was comparable to Yao Dong. Both exchanged blows that landed with solid thuds, fighting fiercely.
Qin Yang also displayed great ferocity. He fought two men alone, wielding a wooden stool with the commanding presence of a lone defender against a thousand.
As for Qin Chuan, he was being surrounded by two grim-faced youths. Fortunately, the sharp iron skewers in his hands made the two youths wary, allowing him to hold on for the time being.
"Ah!!!"
Chen Jinyu swung the shovel with speed, quickly coming to Qin Chuan's aid. The powerful shovel strike forced one youth to retreat quickly to dodge, significantly reducing Qin Chuan's pressure.
However, after only two exchanges, Chen Jinyu's shovel was snatched by the opponent, and he took a hard punch to the chest, sending him sprawling to the ground, gasping for air.
He was just an ordinary person who had never been in many fights. Moreover, this group clearly consisted of professional thugs who had come with a plan.
"Jinyu!!"
Qin Chuan glanced back and his eyes blazed with fury.
The youth who had punched Chen Jinyu down was now raising the shovel, his face extremely malicious, about to strike.
If that shovel landed, Chen Jinyu would likely be instantly severely injured, following the same path as Bai Xiaoguang.
They had already lost one person. Bai Xiaoguang, caught off guard, had been stabbed in the stomach and was still lying in a pool of blood!
If Chen Jinyu met the same fate, the cost would be too great!
Just as Qin Chuan's eyes blazed with fury, a tall figure suddenly surged forward from his side. The youth holding the shovel was then violently knocked flying.
"Brother Yang!"
Seeing Qin Yang suddenly appear and save his life, Chen Jinyu was so moved he almost wept.
"Don't just stand there, get up quickly! Strike while the iron is hot!"
Qin Chuan shouted. Chen Jinyu scrambled up from the ground, retrieved the shovel, and began to vigorously beat the youth.
Instantly, the opponent cried out in pain, barely able to stand.
At the same time, Qin Chuan, enduring two punches, closed in on the man fighting him. With the sharp iron skewers in his hands, he ferociously plunged them into the opponent's stomach, returning the favor.
With over ten skewers embedded in his body, the man's stomach immediately developed more than a dozen small holes. He writhed in agony, unable to stand.
However, he was also a ruthless character. Even with his stomach pierced, he didn't stop. He used his hands to grip Qin Chuan's neck, seemingly trying to strangle him.
They remained locked in this struggle. Qin Chuan's vision swam, his head spun, and an overwhelming sense of suffocation descended. He resisted with all his might, while simultaneously using every ounce of strength in his arm holding the skewers to push and twist them further in.
Blood sprayed out from the opponent's stomach like water from a tap, staining both of their clothes.
But Qin Chuan continued to stab, his expression incredibly fierce.
This was something he had learned from Zheng Chengdao a few days ago: when in danger, anything around could be used as a weapon. Even a small toothpick, if aimed correctly, could incapacitate an opponent.
Qin Chuan wouldn't have been able to do this normally, but Bai Xiaoguang's sudden stabbing had ignited the rage deep within him. He fought without fear, driven only by the desire to kill these scoundrels.
This situation lasted for about ten seconds. The opponent's strength finally waned, and he released his grip on Qin Chuan's neck, slowly collapsing.
Qin Chuan, meanwhile, squatted on the ground, clutching his neck and chest, coughing violently as if trying to expel his lungs.
Soon, however, Qin Chuan couldn't attend to his own pain, for he saw Bai Xiaoguang lying on the ground, a large pool of blood already forming around him.
The man's face was as pale as paper, his body trembling as he tightly clutched his abdomen. The gleaming dagger had not been removed and was still lodged in his stomach.
Perhaps this was the best possible scenario. Anyone with common sense knew that in such a situation, removing the dagger would be more dangerous, causing the wound to bleed uncontrollably and leading to death by exsanguination.
"Bo... Boss!"
Noticing Qin Chuan looking at him, the weakened Bai Xiaoguang let out a hoarse voice.
"Xiaoguang, don't move! Absolutely don't move. I'll take you to the hospital right away!"
Qin Chuan scrambled up from the ground, his movements the fastest they had ever been. He knelt before Bai Xiaoguang and quickly took off his short-sleeved shirt, pressing it against Bai Xiaoguang's stomach to minimize blood loss.
Then, he forcefully picked up Bai Xiaoguang and rushed towards the car parked not far away, shouting, "Xiaoguang, hold on! I'm taking you to the hospital!"
As Qin Chuan, carrying Bai Xiaoguang, sprinted towards the car, ready to leave, Blood Wolf, who was fighting Zheng Chengdao, noticed this and shouted, "Don't let him escape!"
His target was clearly Qin Chuan, not anyone else!
Hearing Blood Wolf's shout, one of the two men fighting Qin Yang immediately disengaged from Qin Yang and chased furiously after Qin Chuan.
"Where do you think you're going!!"
Qin Yang roared. He grabbed a large wooden table nearby and swung it like a weapon, smashing it towards the pursuer.
The rapid rush of wind behind him forced the pursuer to stop and dodge quickly. The wooden table crashed to the ground with a clang, shattering into pieces.
Taking advantage of this moment, Qin Chuan reached the car with Bai Xiaoguang.
He opened the car door, quickly put Bai Xiaoguang inside, and started the engine with utmost speed.
With a roar, the tiger-head Benz sped away, disappearing down the street in an instant.