"Uh..."
The old trickster shook his numbed wrist, which had been stunned by the shock. He had only infiltrated Old Hong's side about twenty days ago, and he really had no idea that the latter was skilled in hard qigong.
"Damn it, I've hated traitors who turn coat all my life. Go to hell!"
"Huff..."
With white shoulder-length hair, the raging Old Hong's hair flew about furiously as he got angry, his aura as intimidating as a fierce tiger.
Raising his hand, he spun a fierce current of air and slapped it down towards the old trickster.
"Uncle Trickster, be careful!"
Lu Wenrou blurted out in warning.
Known within Dragon Gate for stealth and gathering information, excelling in unorthodox thods, the old trickster wasn't much of a fighter.
"Oh crap..."
The old trickster shrank his shoulders and quickly rolled to the side, employing a desperate evasion technique.
Bang...
Just then, a shadow flashed and soone caught Old Hong's palm.
It was Qin Yu!
"Young man, what's your background?"
Old Hong asked in a deep voice.
As a Half-Step Pill Holding master, he had dominated Jinling for decades with no rival, but tonight, an unknown youngster had erged and actually caught his palm
Moreover, the youngster's energy was even more abundant than his own, which indicated that his cultivation was even higher.
"You don't need to know so much, just admit your guilt and accept your punishnt!"
Qin Yu said indifferently.
"Damn, what an arrogant prick. I practice hard qigong, impervious to sword and spear. If I want to leave, you can't stop !"
Old Hong said unpleasantly, then turned to flee.
"Is hard qigong really that powerful?"
Qin Yu quickly snatched a steel knife from a burly man's hand, his figure blurred a few tis, and he caught up with Old Hong.
Swoosh...
A knife swung down towards Old Hong's back.
Rip...
The knife only succeeded in cutting through his clothes, leaving a red mark on his back.
Hmph...
Knowing that Qin Yu was more formidable than himself, Old Hong did not dare to delay and ran with all his might.
"Stop..."
Qin Yu's figure flashed, blocking Old Hong's path, tossing aside the steel knife and revealing a fine silver needle in his hand.
"What do you an by this?"
Old Hong's eyes widened, feeling humiliated. Was this young man not using a steel knife but a silver needle against him? What did that an?
"As far as I know, all hard qigong has a life gate, right? Even though I don't know where your life gate is, I'm very familiar with the thirty-six major acupoints of the human body. I can try them one by one!"
Qin Yu said, gently twirling the silver needle.
"You..."
Old Hong's face stiffened. Qin Yu was right, he indeed had a life gate among the thirty-six major acupoints.
"Get out of the way. We have no quarrel, no grudges. Why create trouble for yourself?"
Old Hong said coldly.
"Personally, we indeed have no grudges, but capturing you is my duty!"
After Qin Yu finished speaking, he took out his identification and flashed it.
"So, you are the elusive Dragon Gate Leader?"
A flicker of recognition passed through Old Hong's eyes.
"Indeed, it is I! Take this!"
As soon as Qin Yu finished speaking, he reached towards Old Hong's shoulder.
"Damn it!"
Old Hong certainly wouldn't just wait to be captured; he clenched his fist, ready to fight Qin Yu desperately.
"Ah, it hurts..."
But with a swift move, Qin Yu twisted Old Hong's arm behind his back, while kicking his calf, forcing a great power that made Old Hong stagger and half-kneel.
Swish, swish...
Given Qin Yu's proficiency with pressure points, it would take him no more than half a minute to jab the thirty-six major acupoints.
"Damn it, let go of ..."
Old Man Hong began to shout in panic.
If Qin Yu disrupted his vital point, his prided Golden Bell Shield would be useless. Once in Dragon Gate's hands, he could only be manipulated by them.
"Shut up!"
At that mont, Lu Wenrou ca over, pointing a gun at Old Man Hong's eyes, "I don't believe your eyeballs are impenetrable to swords and guns!"
"You... you're from Dragon Gate, you can't do this..."
Old Man Hong spoke weakly, his imposing manner gone from before.
Qin Yu's strong arm gripped his shoulder, and his foot was on Old Man Hong's calf, keeping him in a half-kneeling position, unable to move a muscle.
If Lu Wenrou really fired, he would be nothing but a live target.
"There's no need to play by the rules with scum like you!"
After saying this, Lu Wenrou's finger rested on the trigger.
"Alright, I'll cooperate, I'll cooperate..."
Old Man Hong caved, not wanting to lose an eye.
Pop...
It was at this mont that the silver needle in Qin Yu's hand pierced into Old Man Hong's body, causing him to tremble and his forrly tense muscles to relax.
"This is his vital point. If he doesn't behave, just shoot there and it'll break!"
Qin Yu withdrew the Silver Needle, having found Old Man Hong's vital point, ensuring he wouldn't resist stubbornly.
"Alright, tie him up!"
Lu Wenrou pulled out a rope made from special materials from her lower back.
"Okay!"
Qin Yu quickly took the rope and firmly bound Old Man Hong.
"Whew..."
Qin Yu let out a breath of turbid air. Tonight's operation had gone smoothly. They had captured Wang Jinbo and Old Man Hong, and a few days earlier had even slain Mad Concubine, effectively cutting off Living Yama's arms and legs.
Having pushed him into a corner, he doubted that Living Yama could remain calm.
"Let's watch the fun for a bit. Tank got hurt there last ti; he's definitely out for revenge today!"
Lu Wenrou sat down on the grass, watching Tank battle the dwarf Ma Taishan.
Actually, Tank's combat strength was not bad. His defeat last ti was completely unexpected, not realizing that Ma Taishan was a master.
Now fighting with all his might, Tank nearly matched Ma Taishan blow for blow.
"You little cripple, taste your uncle's fists as big as a clay pot!"
Tank, swinging his fists, smashed them hard into Ma Taishan's body.
Thump...
After taking a punch, Ma Taishan's body staggered a few tis. Before he could regain his footing, Tank kicked him up into the air.
Imdiately after, he grabbed his ankle and forcefully slamd him to the ground.
Once, twice...
With Ma Taishan's ankle in hand, Tank hamred away as if we were cracking walnuts with a hamr, smashing him over and over again.
After about a dozen hits, Tank finally dropped the disassembled Ma Taishan onto the ground, "Hmph, got that out of my system!"
"Alright, work's done!"
Lu Wenrou stood up, tilting her head, and walked out of the villa with the others, carrying Old Man Hong.
Qin Yu, worried about his sister, didn't plan to join the interrogation and drove straight back to the hotel.
As he opened the door and entered, he saw Qin Wei'er wrapped in a bath towel, revealing her fair and delicate shoulders, sitting on the couch looking at her phone.
She was quite tall, so the bath towel could only just cover the roots of her thighs, exposing two long and tight legs, leaving much to the imagination.
Seeing Qin Yu return, she stood up, her eyes rippling with an unusual glint, "Brother, hug !"
"Uh..."
Qin Yu did not hug Qin Wei'er, but rather touched her forehead and muttered, "You're fine, what's wrong?"
"Oh, I just want a hug!"
Qin Wei'er stamped her foot, her chest rippling like waves.
"Wei'er, what's actually wrong with you?"
His sister's warmth made Qin Yu sense sothing out of the ordinary.
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