Chapter 94: Chapter 093 Golden Bell Shield Iron Cloth Shirt
"I am your husband."
Qin Tian turned his head towards Murong Fei with a chuckling smile, only to find her sizing him up with a strange look—one that was unlike any she had ever given before.
"Don’t give
the laughs, who exactly are you?"
Murong Fei asked again.
Today, Qin Tian had profoundly shocked her.
She had always thought Qin Tian was just a simple-minded country bumpkin, but to her surprise, his martial arts skills were exceptional.
In the confrontation with the bodyguards and Cui Xing, although the process was straightforward, Murong Fei could tell that Qin Tian’s strength was enormously understated.
Murong Bei was a martial arts master, and Murong Fei, having learned martial arts for self-defense since childhood, was well-versed in it and had seen many masters.
The skill Qin Tian had demonstrated today left her sowhat astonished; she feared that his abilities might be at least equal to hers.
Moreover, during the mont Qin Tian threatened Cui Xing, the chilling aura he exuded was terrifying, sothing Murong Fei had never experienced before.
How could a re country bumpkin possess such a daunting presence?
"Did grandfather want
to marry him because of his outstanding skills?"
Murong Fei furrowed her brows and scrutinized the man before her, suddenly feeling that even though Qin Tian was all smiles, he was unfathomable.
"Who are you, really?" she asked again.
"A man."
Qin Tian curled his lips, responding succinctly.
"You really aren’t willing to tell
about your past?" She frowned, and the two continued to walk outside.
"Let’s talk about it later; there will be plenty of opportunities," Qin Tian said seriously. "You’ve lived a life of luxury since you were a child, while my past life might shock you if you heard about it."
Qin Tian smiled faintly, "Director Murong, in the future, don’t trouble yourself with this debt collection business; it’s futile. You see, in the end, it still cos down to strength. Fists are simple and crude, yet highly effective."
Qin Tian gestured with his fist in front of Murong Fei.
"You really are a strange person," Murong Fei pursed her lips. She had made up her mind; after so ti, once Murong Bei was back, she would thoroughly investigate Qin Tian’s background.
"Hehe, beauty, we et again."
As they were just about to leave Tian Shang Ren Jian, at the hallway by the first-floor elevator, a familiar figure blocked their way.
With a beer belly protruding, Liu Jiacheng stood with a cigar in his mouth. When he smiled, his cheeks wobbled like those of a fat pig.
It wasn’t just Liu Jiacheng; behind him stood four muscular n in black T-shirts, each looking formidable, clearly the professional enforcers of Tian Shang Ren Jian.
Seeing Liu Jiacheng, Murong Fei’s brow furrowed, but she said nothing, intending to leave with Qin Tian.
Liu Jiacheng had no intention of letting them go and deliberately stepped in front of Murong Fei, closing his eyes slightly, "Oh, how fragrant. Beauty, you must be wearing imported perfu, right? Nice."
His lecherous gaze roved over Murong Fei’s body, causing her to feel disgusted and her skin to crawl.
At that mont, Qin Tian stepped forward and positioned himself in front of Murong Fei.
"Keep your distance." With a slight smile, Qin Tian stood between Liu Jiacheng and Murong Fei.
Liu Jiacheng frowned: "Ha, you again? Kid, it seems you’re really her lackey."
"Not a lackey," Qin Tian said, "I am her boyfriend."
Qin Tian spoke with righteous indignation.
Upon hearing this, Liu Jiacheng was stunned, and Murong Fei behind Qin Tian had a slight movent in her cheeks, wanting to say sothing, but in the end, she said nothing. Looking at the familiar figure in front of her, she felt warmth in her heart.
"We t on the plane. Kid, do you think I’d believe your words? If she were your girlfriend, would you give up your seat to ? Hmph, do you take
for a pig?" Liu Jiacheng laughed loudly.
"You really are self-aware," Qin Tian replied with a smile as well.
At these words, two of the four burly n in black behind Liu Jiacheng couldn’t help but laugh out loud, Liu Jiacheng’s stature really did resemble that of a pig.
Upon hearing this, Liu Jiacheng’s cheeks twitched, and he sneered coldly, "You, a bumpkin, are also worthy of having such a beauty as a girlfriend? I don’t care if you really are her boyfriend or not, now, if you know what’s good for you, scram, or you’ll regret it for the rest of your life!"
"I would like to see who can make
regret it for a lifeti."
Qin Tian didn’t move an inch, his aura becoming more imposing.
"Damn it, you’re asking for it!"
Liu Jiacheng angrily threw his cigar on the ground and said to the four black-clothed, burly n, "Throw him out for !"
The four burly n in black didn’t say a word and charged forward.
Bang!
Qin Tian casually punched one of the burly n, who was over 1.9 ters tall, in the abdon, yet the man didn’t react at all.
"Heh, you think you can affect ? Try? I’ll give you another chance."
The burly man patted his chest with a smug expression and said, "Co on, aim here."
He had practiced the Golden Bell Shield and Iron Cloth Shirt. Although he was only a beginner, it was enough to strut around in the city.
So, when he felt that Qin Tian’s punch was like tickling, the burly man thought to show off in front of his boss, Liu Jiacheng.
This burly man was clearly the leader of the four black-clothed n; when he spoke, the other three also stopped moving and just surrounded Qin Tian and another person.
On the side, Liu Jiacheng took out another cigar, lit it, and watched as if he were watching a show.
This black-clothed burly man nad Wu Di was famous for his formidable Golden Bell Shield and Iron Cloth Shirt. Seeing Wu Di wanted to show off, Liu Jiacheng was also happy to flaunt his power in front of Murong Fei.
"Co on, I’ll let you punch
three tis. Haha, today I’m going to open your eyes and let you know what an impregnable wall is," Wu Di said as he patted his chest again, which thumped soundly. It seed that the large area from his chest to abdominal muscles indeed had an impressive ability to withstand hits.
"Really?" Qin Tian asked back, a sly smile appearing on the corner of his mouth.
Fucker, trying to show off in front of ?
Qin Tian could tell at a glance that this guy had practiced Golden Bell Shield and Iron Cloth Shirt, but it was just at the beginner’s level, and he still dared to show off.
It was approximately three years ago when Qin Tian alone took on three beginners in Golden Bell Shield and Iron Cloth Shirt, reducing them to disabled states within minutes.
He really hadn’t expected that, three years later, soone of that level of ability would also dare to beat their chest and tell him to hit as he pleased.
"Here, aim at this," Wu Di said, pounding his solid chest, disdainfully.
"You said it."
Qin Tian’s right fist gently kneaded, and he walked two steps to stand right in front of Wu Di.
"Be careful, he’s practiced Golden Bell Shield and Iron Cloth Shirt."
Behind him, Murong Fei reminded him with so worry.
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