15: 0015 Nightmare 15: 0015 Nightmare “Kid, you finally arrived; I’ve been waiting for you for a long ti!” Kuige picked up an iron rod and stopped paying attention to Shen ngchen as he walked toward Ye Qiu.
Kuige’s face bore a cold grin as he steadily approached, a curve forming at the corner of Ye Qiu’s mouth.
Ill intentions indeed!
“Patron, would you like to disable his leg or an arm?” Kuige asked, looking toward the tattooed youth.
Ye Qiu also glanced over, only to hear from the other end, “Teach him a lesson and let him understand that so people should not be provoked.”
“Huh?” Ye Qiu frowned, realizing that the person on the other end of the video was the mastermind, intending to teach him a lesson!
“Kid, you heard it—soone wants to teach you a lesson; you won’t escape today,” Kuige laughed.
“Hide?” Ye Qiu laughed and said, “I won’t hide.
Since you are after , let her go.
Being so rough with a girl is really unseemly.”
“Ha, are you talking to about what’s refined and what’s vulgar?” Kuige laughed as if looking at a joke, pointing at Ye Qiu and couldn’t help saying, “Tying up this girl was indeed to lure you here, but how can I let go of a beauty that fell into my hands?” Kuige remained unmoved.
His fingers slid across Shen ngchen’s cheek, reddening the delicate skin imdiately.
“Get away from !” Shen ngchen yelled, continuously shaking her head to escape as she shouted, “Ye Qiu, co save quickly.”
“Save you?” Kuige sneered twice, “He’s hardly able to protect himself, let alone expect him to rescue you.”
Ye Qiu stood still, his expression serene.
Facing Kuige, who kidnapped Shen ngchen, he seed to be facing not a villain but an ordinary person, barely drawing any special attention from him.
“Scared, kid?
If you behave, I’ll make it quick today, disabling a leg and an arm in no ti!” Kuige weighed the iron rod, with two henchn standing behind him holding sharp machetes, glistening coldly.
“Patron, watch closely.
I’m going to disable him right in front of you,” Kuige said, alerting the person at the back end of the tattooed youth.
Ye Qiu calmly stood at the doorway, not moving, letting Kuige approach him closely.
The iron rod in Kuige’s hand was as long as an adult’s arm, silver-black and gleaming, exuding a tallic cold sheen.
Kuige weighed it briefly, then he gave Ye Qiu a sinister smile and suddenly swung the iron rod at him.
The iron rod whooshed down, creating a strong wind; the force Kuige used was so great that not only would it break arms or legs, but it could also knock a chunk off a brick-and-tile house.
In an instant, the iron rod was about to hit Ye Qiu.
A joyful expression appeared on Kuige’s face as he anticipated hearing a scream of agony, expecting Ye Qiu to be rolling on the ground, sobbing in pain.
“Get down!” Kuige roared as he swung down.
Whoosh!
Just as the iron rod was about to strike Ye Qiu, his voice suddenly rang in Kuige’s ear, “You think you can disable ?”
When Kuige heard this, he suddenly found he couldn’t swing his arm further because two fingers had clamped onto his iron rod, no matter how hard he tried, those two fingers wouldn’t budge.
“How is this possible?” Kuige was shocked, having been in the underworld for many years and having seen all kinds of tough characters, he would never believe that soone could stop his iron rod with just two fingers.
Yet, today he truly believed it was possible.
“You…
you know martial arts!” Kuige’s mouth dropped open, his eyes full of panic, knowing he had encountered a master this ti.
“Martial arts?” Ye Qiu smiled and shook his head lightly, saying, “I don’t need martial arts to deal with you!”
Ye Qiu’s fingers suddenly twisted, and Kuige felt the iron rod slipping from his grasp, overwheld by a strong force transmitted through the rod; he eventually couldn’t hold on anymore, and the iron rod imdiately slipped from his hand.
Bang!
Ye Qiu flicked his fingers, and the iron rod was violently thrown out, piercing straight into a can with a plop; the liquid inside splattered—if one were to look closer, they would see that the can had been completely pierced by the iron rod.
Seeing this, Kuige froze, feeling as if he had encountered a monster!
“Which leg did you want to disable?” Ye Qiu’s gaze challenged Kuige.
“Dare not…
dare not…” Kuige hastily shook his head, retreating backward, regretting provoking Ye Qiu—such a non-human being; how could he have boasted about disabling him?
This wasn’t the act of soone courting death; it was outright absurd!
Kuige’s two henchn were even more terrified, collapsing there, their eyes filled with horror, viewing Ye Qiu as a demon.
Ye Qiu ignored Kuige and his minions, simply passing by everyone to reach Shen ngchen.
At this mont, she looked at Ye Qiu with her eyes filled with stars.
She witnessed Ye Qiu block Brother Kui’s weapon single-handedly without any effort—it was incredibly fierce!
At that mont, Ye Qiu had greatly changed in Shen ngchen’s mind, no wonder her father had invited Ye Qiu; this guy was terrifyingly powerful.
“Ye Qiu…” Shen ngchen murmured.
“It’s okay, I’m here.” Ye Qiu helped Shen ngchen up, comforting her.
Shen ngchen was unusually docile at this mont, gently acknowledging with a sound, like a little kitten, she obediently stayed there, her eyes fixed unblinkingly on Ye Qiu.
“You…
co here!” Shen ngchen was saved, and Ye Qiu beckoned to the tattooed man.
The tattooed man, holding a phone pointed their way, didn’t know what to say when he saw Ye Qiu signaling him.
Compelled by how Ye Qiu had effortlessly blocked Brother Kui’s attack earlier, the tattooed man had no choice but to walk toward Ye Qiu.
“Hand it over.” Ye Qiu extended his hand, his aning clear.
With the phone in his hand, Ye Qiu said to the person on the other end, “You went through a lot of trouble to strike at , and it seems you’ve failed now.”
The other party was silent.
“Such clownish roles, I advise you not to let them appear before in the future, otherwise I have no desire even to make a move.”
“I know who you are, but I won’t expose you.
I’ll give you another chance.
If you fall into my hands again next ti, you will end up like today’s tal barrel.”
With his last words filled with coldness, Ye Qiu made the person on the other end of the phone shiver uncontrollably, his fearlessness making him appear even more arrogant than him.
“Damn, I’ll definitely cripple you.” With those words, the video call suddenly ended.
Ye Qiu returned the phone to the tattooed man, saying, “Pass a ssage to your boss behind you.
He can target , but if he dares to hurt Shen ngchen, I will make him regret being born in this world.”
“Understood, understood.” The tattooed man shivered and after hearing this, he ran away as fast as he could, not daring to stay a mont longer in front of Ye Qiu.
“That…
master…
can we leave now?” Brother Kui smiled ingratiatingly at Ye Qiu.
“Leave?
Which hand did you touch her with?”
Brother Kui extended his left hand.
Ye Qiu glanced at it and said, “Slap your own face, left hand to right cheek, keep going until I’m satisfied.”
“This…” Brother Kui was reluctant, but when Ye Qiu glared at him, he imdiately began slapping himself.
“Hehe, well done.” Shen ngchen clapped and cheered from the sideline, finally soone stood up for her.
…
At the entrance of Rongda United Group, twenty-so cars stopped in a row.
Wang Chenghu stood at the entrance, personally welcoming the people alighting from the cars.
“Third brother, I heard you’ve been having so trouble lately?” At that mont, an elderly man stepped down from one of the cars and expressed his concern to Wang Chenghu.
“To not hide anything from you, second brother, I’ve indeed encountered so troubles recently.”
“Don’t beat around the bush with us, what exactly happened?”
“Our old rival Shen Tianlong has sohow found a skilled person who has disturbed my office several tis, so I was thinking…”
“You’re thinking of killing him?”
“Yes, this person has tarnished my face several tis, he cannot remain.” Wang Chenghu said.
“Since he is a skilled person…heh, it seems he has to make a move!” the middle-aged elder spoke blandly, his face full of confidence.
Wang Chenghu, feeling uneasy, asked, “Second brother, whom will you send to deal with him?”
“Speaking of this person, I’ve only heard of his title.”
“The assassin world calls him…
‘Nightmare’!” The middle-aged elder’s eyes carried a chilling presence, as if the re title was enough to defeat any adversary.
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