Upon hearing this, Qin Long thought it over and felt a surge of warmth rise within him. He never thought Tang Xuewu actually cared about him.
"Alright, I’ll go after her and explain everything," Qin Long said. Supported by Zi’er, he turned to leave.
Just then, a voice dripping with disdain rang out. "Well, well, if it isn’t the great fool, Qin Long?" From a short distance away, a young man in a white suit strolled over. It was none other than that bastard, Wang Ming. He had a cigar dangling from his lips, followed by seven or eight voluptuous female bodyguards dressed in black.
"Young Master Wang!" Imdiately, all the staff mbers addressed Wang Ming with the utmost respect.
"I was wondering which bastard managed to upset Xuewu," Wang Ming sneered. "So it was you, you idiot. But don’t you worry. I’ll help you take good care of her. Oh, I’ll make her cry alright, but they’ll be tears of joy... in bed! Hahaha!" Wang Ming wore a lewd expression, his every word intended to provoke Qin Long.
Qin Long wasn’t foolish enough to start a fight here. He had already seen through Wang Ming’s ploy.
"Wang Ming, there’s a limit to everything," Qin Long said, leaning on his cane and regarding Wang Ming with a mocking smile. "It’s not that karma doesn’t exist; it’s just a matter of ti."
"Ooh, trying to scare ? I’m so scared," Wang Ming sneered, beckoning tauntingly at Qin Long with his finger.
Still, the warnings from Yang Xue and his mother ca to mind. Yang Xue’s imnse concern for that sword suggested its owner was likely a friend of Qin Long’s. If he offended so powerful figure because of this, the loss would far outweigh the gain. But even if it were a formidable person, they might have already forgotten the favor. Or perhaps there was no significant figure to begin with. To Wang Ming, killing Qin Long would be as easy as swatting a fly.
"Qin Long, if it weren’t for Xuewu, you’d be a dead man already," Wang Ming snarled, his expression savage as he glared at his rival.
Qin Long ignored his yapping and turned to leave, leaning on his cane.
"What, trying to run?" The more Qin Long ignored him, the more incensed Wang Ming beca. "Co, let show you the Sky Garden I’ve prepared for Xuewu. After all, it’s where I plan to propose to your fiancée. I thought you might want to offer so suggestions. You probably know her habits better than anyone, right? When I win the beauty’s heart, I’ll be sure to give you a hefty red envelope!"
Wang Ming’s face was a mask of arrogance as he looked at Qin Long with utter contempt. He was practically trying to take a shit on Qin Long’s head. How could Qin Long possibly endure this? Declaring he would marry your fiancée right to your face... Is Qin Long not a man? Does he have no spine at all?
But Qin Long simply ignored him, slowly walking away with Zi’er’s support. Wang Ming stepped forward and snatched Qin Long’s cane.
"A good dog doesn’t block the path," Zi’er roared at Wang Ming, her eyes turning cold and murderous. "Get lost, or don’t bla for what happens next!"
Wang Ming was the young master of the powerful Wang Family of Jiangzhong, but Qing’er had instructed her to protect Young Master Qin at all costs, so she imdiately stepped in front of him.
Wang Ming threw a punch at Qin Long, but Zi’er t it with her own swift fist.
"Young Master Wang, look out!" one of the female bodyguards behind him suddenly shouted. She lunged forward, kicking Zi’er so hard she staggered back, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth.
The nearby reception staff flinched in terror. They dared not incur the wrath of Young Master Wang.
"Good hit!" Wang Ming scoffed, looking at Zi’er’s pained expression with utter disdain. "A little protective bitch dares to lay a hand on ?"
Zi’er clenched her fists, steadied herself, and charged forward again.
"Little bitch! Break her legs!" Wang Ming snarled, glaring at the four female bodyguards behind him. At his command, they instantly sward Zi’er, unleashing a flurry of blows. Two fists are no match for eight hands, and she was quickly overwheld, unable to fight back.
"Let her go!" Qin Long roared. "Or all of you will die!" An icy killing intent instantly flooded the area, making everyone present shudder involuntarily.
"You’re killing !" Wang Ming scoffed. "What can a cripple like you possibly do?" He calmly lit a cigarette, took a slow drag, and exhaled the smoke as he watched Qin Long. His right leg bounced restlessly, a picture of absolute disdain and smug arrogance.
Still, Wang Ming knew Qin Long had so skill, so he remained wary and kept a safe distance. But so what? Qin Long was just a useless cripple with a cane; what could he possibly do? The mont his bodyguards made a move, Qin Long would be beaten to a pulp in minutes.
"Qin Long, I’d advise you to know your place," Wang Ming said, growing more arrogant by the second. "Let be blunt. Tang Xuewu can only be my woman. I’ve already booked the most exclusive Sky Garden in Jiangzhong to propose to her and create a story for the ages.
"Don’t worry," he added with a raucous laugh, "I’ll be sure to personally deliver you a big red envelope then!"
But in the next instant, Qin Long’s cane shot forward. He moved so fast that no one clearly saw what happened. The cane hooked Wang Ming, pulling him stumbling forward. By the ti Wang Ming reacted, Qin Long’s fist was already smashing into his chest.
"You court death!" Qin Long’s icy voice rang out. "Did you really think I wouldn’t dare touch you?"
His heavy punch landed a mont later.
Wang Ming couldn’t believe it. Qin Long was impossibly fast. Was this still the sa fool who needed a cane? How had he been snatched in the blink of an eye?
"AHHHH!" Wang Ming was still in a daze when a trendous force slamd into him, as if he’d been hit by a car.
SWOOSH!
The next second, Wang Ming was forced to his knees, a spray of blood erupting from his mouth.
Everyone nearby stared in shock. The young master of Jiangzhong’s prestigious Wang Family, forced to his knees by a single punch from a cripple leaning on a cane? If word of this got out, he’d be a laughingstock. Had they not witnessed it themselves, none of them would have believed it was possible.
"I’ve broken three of your ribs as a small lesson. Understand?" Qin Long said calmly, slowly retracting his fist.
Wang Ming clutched his chest, glaring at Qin Long with clenched teeth. The hatred in his heart was so intense he wished he could kill him on the spot, grind his bones to dust, and scatter the ashes. Qin Long had broken his ribs just like that? This was the third ti he had been attacked! He was the young master of the Wang Family of Jiangzhong! Who would dare? While he might not hold the status of a Marquis of Jiangzhong, his family’s power was such that a re stomp of his foot could make the city tremble. Among the elite of Jiangzhong, who didn’t flatter him and treat him like a lord? And now he’d been so brutally beaten? By Jiangzhong’s infamous cripple who lived off a woman, no less! And this wasn’t even the first ti! This humiliation had to be repaid!
As these thoughts raged through his mind, Wang Ming exploded with fury. He clenched his fists and scread manically at his bodyguards, "Kill him for ! And you, the Dragon Spring security! All of you, get him! Break his arms and legs! I’ll take full responsibility for whatever happens!"
Wang Ming’s roar made his female bodyguards’ expressions turn icy. They instantly drew their knuckle-dusters.
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