"Not hiding! Not hiding! I already said I'm not hiding anything! You youngsters really..."
Chen An was so worked up that he couldn't catch his breath, his eyes went dark, and he fainted from anger.
In fact, he wasn't truly unconscious.
However, since he couldn't beat him, if he didn't pretend to pass out, Qin Chuan might suspect him of hiding sothing.
So, Chen An conveniently feigned unconsciousness, sparing himself the worry.
His pride was certainly shattered, but at this point, who the hell cares about that?
He just wanted soone to quickly take him to the hospital.
Otherwise, if those two broken ribs pierced his lung, he might really kick the bucket.
Seeing Chen An 'passed out', Qin Chuan was sowhat taken aback.
He instinctively looked back at Su Qian, his bewildered expression seed to say: Didn't you say Xiang Jinghui has so expert by his side?
At this point, Su Qian was already dumbfounded, unable to answer his question.
As for Feng Xiyang nearby, his face showed a hint of horror and grave concern, with a trace of disdain.
Qin Chuan withdrew his gaze and turned to Xiang Jinghui: "Do you have any other expert hidden around?"
"Hmm?"
Awakening from shock, Xiang Jinghui imdiately beca furious: "How dare you talk about hiding, you..."
Before he could finish, Qin Chuan darted forward, grabbed his outstretched finger, and twisted it: "Still acting arrogant?"
"Let go, let go… Let go, damn it let go... It hurts, it hurts... It's breaking..."
Having his finger twisted, Xiang Jinghui was in excruciating pain, beads of cold sweat erging on his forehead.
"Now you know what pain is? Why didn't you hold back when you smashed the flower shop?"
Qin Chuan taught him like a little brat, raising his hand and slapping him.
Xiang Jinghui, enraged: "You damn... trying to…"
Before he could finish, Qin Chuan twisted his finger harder.
"It's breaking, breaking…" Xiang Jinghui couldn't act arrogant anymore.
"So, tell , after smashing my stepmother's flower shop, how do you plan to compensate?" Qin Chuan asked.
Xiang Jinghui gritted his teeth but with his finger still in Qin Chuan's grip, he could only yield temporarily: "I'll pay, I'm willing to cover all the losses."
"Get the card, get the card damn it!"
Xiang Jinghui turned to his underlings, barking orders.
Soon, they handed Qin Chuan the bank card Feng Xiyang gave earlier for fifty thousand.
Qin Chuan took the card, glanced at it, and casually tossed it back at Feng Xiyang's feet.
Upon seeing this, Feng Xiyang's face instantly turned gloomy.
Qin Chuan's act not only embarrassed Xiang Jinghui but also him.
"The kid won't live long."
Feng Xiyang picked up the bank card and quietly told Su Qian.
"Uncle Feng, what do you an?" Su Qian frowned, expressing displeasure.
Feng Xiyang sneered: "Do you even know who Xiang Jinghui is, who the Red Dragon Association is? Does he really think he can leave here unhard tonight?"
Su Qian shivered, seemingly realizing sothing, and hurried to pull Qin Chuan away.
But as she stepped forward, Feng Xiyang grabbed her back: "Are you crazy? If you get involved, even your dad can't save you!"
"I don't care, I can't let Brother Qian get into trouble."
Su Qian seed determined to insist.
"Let it go. I won't let you do it." Feng Xiyang forcefully restrained Su Qian.
Unable to break free, Su Qian could only shout to Qin Chuan: "Brother Qian, run! The Red Dragon Association's people are coming, run, hurry!"
"You're crazy; get in the car!"
Feng Xiyang was infuriated, quickly having two underlings escort Su Qian into the car.
Seeing this, Qin Chuan furrowed his brow, worried about Su Qian's safety.
However, he soon realized Feng Xiyang was a friend of Su Qian's father, likely not a threat to her.
It was good she was leaving; now he wouldn't have to worry about implicating her.
Qin Chuan regained focus, taking the other bank card Xiang Jinghui offered.
"Is there really thirty thousand on it? If not, I'll have to find you again." Qin Chuan asked earnestly.
Xiang Jinghui was so furious his liver nearly exploded, yet he didn't dare show it.
He was waiting.
This was the Red Dragon Association's territory, and the matter had been going on for a while.
Their people must have already heard, and they'd be arriving soon.
That's when Qin Chuan's ti would be up!
"Damn it! I'll ss you up, have ten guys wreck you, damn it!" Xiang Jinghui thought savagely.
"Don't harass my family again; if there's anything, co after . Otherwise, you'll catch alone, understand?"
Qin Chuan patted Xiang Jinghui's face.
He feared no retaliation from Xiang Jinghui, only worried Xiang Jinghui would harass his stepmother and stepsister.
After speaking, Qin Chuan kicked Xiang Jinghui away.
Having done all this, Qin Chuan planned to take a taxi and leave.
But as he waited for a cab, suddenly the streets around him burst with noise.
From all four directions, figures wielding clubs and knives erged.
Each of them nacing, clearly above the petty thugs hanging around Xiang Jinghui.
Perhaps they'd cut down more people, or so might even have killed before.
Their violent aura was markedly distinct.
Of course, if it were only these people, Qin Chuan wouldn't feel fearful.
The real concern was the seven or eight fierce-eyed, intimidating middle-aged n among them.
Their presence was much more powerful than Chen An earlier; clearly, they were seasoned martial artists.
One-on-one, Qin Chuan wasn't afraid.
But against seven or eight, he'd need to consider carefully.
After all, he hadn't fought them before, unsure of their skills.
"Get him! Kill him!"
Xiang Jinghui, who had initially yielded, was now rejuvenated, angrily shouting from behind the crowd.
Qin Chuan surveyed the situation, planning to start where there were fewer people on the left.
But just as he was about to act, bright headlights suddenly shone from afar, followed by blaring horns.
Everyone was startled by the sudden noise, looking on.
A red Ferrari, like a wild horse unleashed, wildly charged into the crowd.
The crowd dispersed quickly.
Yet the red Ferrari didn't stop, driving directly to Qin Chuan, executing a beautiful drift before coming to a sturdy halt.
"What are you waiting for? Get in the car!"
The car door opened, revealing Shi Qing, whom Qin Chuan had seen at school earlier that afternoon.
Surveying the scene, Qin Chuan decisively got into the car.
"Hold tight, sis will take you flying."
As the door shut, Shi Qing brushed her sleek short hair, hit the accelerator, and the Ferrari engine roared.
The speeding Ferrari was like a rampaging bull no one dared to stop.
Shortly after, Shi Qing even rolled down the window and tossed out a business card.
After throwing the card, she reached out and flashed a cool middle finger at the crowd behind.
Then, without asking Qin Chuan anything or waiting for approval, she drove him to her place, a luxury apartnt in a high-end complex.
As Qin Chuan stepped inside, Shi Qing suddenly stopped, crazily asking for a kiss.
While kissing, she started removing her small blazer.
In no ti, her blazer and the shirt underneath were tossed to the floor.
Her full, round breasts ca vividly into Qin Chuan's view.
No preludes, no words.
Her kiss, like her personality, was fiery and assertive, leaving no room for reaction.
Qin Chuan was a bit stunned, as if his mind short-circuited.
While kissing, Shi Qing said: "Give it to ; I want to be a normal woman just once..."
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