Qin Chuan’s face gradually turned somber, a thick layer of dark clouds settling between his brows.
“So, there’s no room for negotiation?”
“Are you going to keep bothering me?”
Han Shifei nodded decisively. “Yes!”
“Qin Chuan, you’re a cultured man, you must have heard the saying, ‘How can one sleep soundly with someone snoring by the bedside?’ Or perhaps, ‘One mountain cannot tolerate two tigers!’”
“Just as you said, Yongnan County is too small, and the pie is only so big!”
“If someone else overtakes you, those who occupied the territory before will suffer greatly.”
“I’ve given you opportunities before, we could have cooperated, but you refused!”
“From that moment on, one of us was destined to leave!”
Han Shifei’s voice grew colder, revealing the overbearing nature of a King Han who had dominated the underground world of Yongnan County for many years.
“Han Shifei, if I interpret your words correctly, it means that because I developed too quickly, you became scared, and that’s why you’ve been sending people to pull those malicious little stunts!”
To Han Shifei’s surprise, after his refusal, Qin Chuan not only showed no shock but also seemed considerably more relaxed, his words laced with sarcasm.
“Scared of your mother, Qin! What kind of thing are you to be feared by us!”
The shouting voice rang out again, the same burly man from before, his face ferocious.
This time, Qin Chuan finally raised his dark eyes and slowly turned to look at the man, his gaze sharp as a knife.
That aggressive gaze and powerful aura made the burly man inexplicably uneasy.
But with so many people present, he couldn't back down. He emboldened himself and continued his ferocious demeanor:
“What are you looking at, you prick? You’re nothing, Qin Chuan, just a little brat. When I was in the江湖, you were still drinking milk… Oh~~!”
Before he could finish speaking, a figure suddenly flashed out from Qin Chuan's team under the bright lights. The shouting man let out a scream as his entire body flew backward, crashing heavily onto the ground several meters away.
Whether it was due to the force of the blow or his sheer size, everyone heard a “thump” as he landed, a sound that made one’s teeth ache.
When the burly man, groaning, lifted his head, everyone saw blood gushing from his mouth and nose, and his front teeth seemed broken. He was in a miserable state, likely having hit his mouth on the ground during his fall.
The sudden turn of events intensified the already tense atmosphere. Everyone on Han Shifei’s side erupted in fury, spewing curses and brandishing their weapons, ready to fight.
“Come on, you bastards!”
“Are you coming one by one, or shall I take you all down individually!”
Yao Dong’s dark face was etched with fierce killing intent. He was not tall, only 1.7 meters, but his build was incredibly sturdy, like an iron stake rooted in the ground.
He was the one who had kicked the burly man flying. As one of Qin Chuan’s trusted lieutenants, he would not tolerate anyone insulting his boss.
“Han Shifei, since you’re unwilling to draw a line, from this moment on, our conflict will escalate to a new level!”
Qin Chuan stared coldly into Han Shifei’s eyes and spoke.
“Tonight, I’ve brought so many people here. Either your men will beat us all down, or my men will thoroughly crush yours!”
“Come on, send out all your elite warriors. Let’s have a head-on confrontation in the style of the江湖!”
As Qin Chuan’s words fell, everyone in his team began to clench their fists, the crisp cracking of their knuckles sounding like firecrackers.
Whether it was Bai Xiaoguang, Zheng Chengdao, or brothers Qin Erge, Qin Dage, or even San Mao and Ergou, all had fierce expressions.
Since everyone had come to Han Shifei’s territory tonight, they had never considered peaceful coexistence. Each and every one of them was already prepared.
“Boss, let me!”
Perhaps provoked by the arrogant stance of Qin Chuan’s men, a man from Han Shifei’s team, radiating hostility, stepped forward. He held a saber in his hand.
Under the lights, the saber gleamed with a cold, eerie glint.
“Playing with knives, huh? I’ll play with you!”
Seeing the saber in the man’s hand, Bai Xiaoguang licked his lips and grinned menacingly.
“Just a petty punk, thinking you’re the best in the world just because you’re holding a knife!”
“I can take down ten of these low-class trash with my bare hands!”
Yao Dong stopped Bai Xiaoguang from advancing, stretched his limbs, and then beckoned to the man. “Grandson, come on!”
“You’re asking for death!”
The opponent was enraged by Yao Dong’s arrogant demeanor. He lunged forward fiercely, wielding his saber, his movements suggesting he wasn't just an ordinary thug but had actually learned saber techniques, his strikes sharp and fierce.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Yao Dong moved with agility, dodging all five of his attacks without even his clothes being grazed.
Both sides watched tensely. The man fighting Yao Dong, somewhat embarrassed, suddenly charged forward with a fierce leap, like a tiger pouncing. He leaped high into the air, gripping the saber tightly with both hands, and brought it down with full force towards Yao Dong’s head.
If this strike landed, Yao Dong’s head would be split in two. It was a lethal blow.
“Yao Dong, don’t hold back, cripple him for me!”
Seeing this, a cold glint flashed in Qin Chuan’s dark eyes as he issued a ruthless command.
Yao Dong, who had been preparing to dodge again to wear down the opponent’s momentum, immediately changed his strategy upon hearing the order. He didn't dodge. He allowed the saber to descend towards his head.
“Be careful!”
As the chilling saber drew closer to his head, everyone on Qin Chuan’s side gasped in shock, unsure of what Yao Dong was doing.
When the saber was less than a foot from his head, Yao Dong finally moved. With a maneuver like a monkey stealing a peach, his sturdy body narrowly avoided the descending saber.
Then, with even greater speed, he closed in on his opponent, his fists striking like lightning, like the beating of large drums.
Dong!
Dong dong dong!!
Yao Dong unleashed a flurry of punches, a dazzling barrage reminiscent of Wing Chun’s explosive short-range power in movies.
“Dong!”
With the final blow, Yao Dong’s fist landed heavily on the man’s chest, sending him flying backward with the sound of breaking bones.
As the man collapsed on the ground, foamy blood began to seep from his nostrils and mouth, a terrifying sight.
Qin Chuan was also startled, his expression grave. If this person were to die, it would be a serious problem.
“Boss, don’t worry! He’s just suffered internal injuries, he won’t die!”
Perhaps sensing Qin Chuan’s concern, Zheng Chengdao quietly stepped forward to explain.
Qin Chuan breathed a sigh of relief. As long as no one died, it was fine.
“However, this guy is completely crippled. He’ll never be able to hold a knife again, and he won’t even be able to do heavy labor!”
Zheng Chengdao further explained.
Qin Chuan sneered, his face cold. Crippled? So be it. If you choose to be in the underworld, you must be prepared to be crippled at any moment.