"Xiao Fan, what are you doing?"
As Qin Fan’s behavior grew more erratic, Ji Yi felt a sudden, inexplicable panic.
"Don’t worry, nothing major will happen," Qin Fan said, his smile gone. Though his tone had softened considerably, Ji Yi was unsettled to see that the cold fury hadn’t faded from his face.
Originally, she had just wanted to teach the rcedes driver a lesson. But now the man’s head was bleeding and he’d pissed his pants in fear. Was Qin Fan still not done with him?
It was a good thing those hedonistic scions from Beijing weren’t here. Otherwise, they would have t Ji Yi’s thoughts with a long, knowing laugh.
Let him off? Wei Shihao ended up in the ICU just for being disrespectful—for calling soone a "stinking bitch" without knowing the situation. A bleeding head is barely a start.
Faced with Qin Fan’s unyielding attitude, Ji Yi hesitated for a mont before answering, "It wasn’t that serious. At first, he was just hitting the old man with a broom. Then, because of , he slapped the old man and kicked him!"
"What about the injury on your elbow, Miss Ji?" Chang Yuanyi interjected before Qin Fan could speak.
"This... he kicked in the stomach, too. I scraped my arm when I fell, but it’s nothing serious," Ji Yi said, her voice laced with apprehension. The main issue was that she couldn’t figure out what Qin Fan was planning to do.
"Alright, I understand."
Qin Fan nodded. He then ignored the strange looks focused on him. His eyes scanned the ground. He walked over to the broom, bent down, and picked it up.
Without another word, he swung it with imnse force at the rcedes driver.
Although he wasn’t using his True Qi, for a cultivator at the Golden Core Stage like Qin Fan, his normal physical strength was more than enough to overwhelm a muscular man in a single blow, let alone this ordinary person of average build.
AHHH!!!
"No, no, no!"
As the broom struck, the rcedes driver let out an agonized scream. Countless red welts instantly appeared on his body. With the force Qin Fan applied, each thin bamboo splinter struck like a vicious, brutal soft whip.
Subconsciously, as his screams died down, the driver raised his hands to shield himself. It was a pitiful, helpless gesture.
But why would Qin Fan care about that?
After one swing, he struck again.
AHHH!!!
"Help! Sobody help !"
"Master Qin, no, please! I was wrong! I was wrong!"
"It hurts! It’s killing ! Master Qin, please, stop!"
Hysterical, pitiful pleas poured from the rcedes driver’s mouth, but Qin Fan’s movents didn’t pause for a second.
He only stopped when the man’s entire body was flayed open and seeping blood. This was no act of rcy—the broom had simply disintegrated from the force of the blows. One could only imagine the tornt the rcedes driver had endured. His already bloodied face was now covered in a fresh lattice of gashes, each one torn open by the whipping bamboo.
The horrific scene made the driver’s cronies curl up and tremble, but it also gave the young masters of Jinling a true taste of Master Qin’s thods.
Having beaten the man until the broom handle itself shattered, Qin Fan let out a breath. "Which foot did you kick them with?" he asked coldly, his face an emotionless mask.
"No, Master Qin, please! Don’t! Don’t!"
As if facing a demon, the rcedes driver seed to forget the pain all over his body. He huddled on the ground, hesitating in sheer, desperate terror.
"Fine. You won’t say? Then I’ll just assu it was both feet," Qin Fan stated.
At these words, how could the rcedes driver not understand what Qin Fan ant?
He’s going to cripple both of my legs? NO! No, he can’t!
Before Qin Fan could even move, the driver saw the sinister, vicious intent crystallizing in his eyes and shrieked in terror, "Master Qin, no, please! Not both! The right foot! It was my right foot! I only used my right foot!"
"Right foot?" Qin Fan acknowledged. He turned and called out to the assembled young masters, "Does anyone have a bat or a club in their car?"
"Master Qin, I do! A baseball bat! I’ll get it for you, right now!"
The mont Qin Fan finished speaking, one young master responded faster than anyone else, his hand shooting up. After all, this was a chance to get on Master Qin’s good side, and nobody wanted to miss it.
"Alright," Qin Fan said, nodding once at the young man.
The other young masters watched, green with envy, all kicking themselves for being too slow. With dozens of people present, it was impossible for everyone to make an impression on Master Qin, who had barely seed to notice them. To seize the perfect mont to offer such a small favor and earn a direct glance from him... that guy was ridiculously lucky.
His heart pounding with excitent, the young master returned in less than twenty seconds. He respectfully walked up to Qin Fan and held out the baseball bat. "Master Qin, here you go."
"Thanks," Qin Fan said, nodding politely as he looked at the young man.
"It’s my honor, Master Qin! Yes, my honor!" The young master hadn’t expected Qin Fan to actually look him in the eye and thank him. He beca so ecstatic he was tongue-tied.
Qin Fan offered no further response. Gripping the baseball bat, he advanced step by step toward the rcedes driver.
"Qin Fan!" Jiang Yino cried out from behind him, her voice filled with panic, knowing exactly what he was about to do.
Qin Fan paused. He turned and forced a faint smile in her direction.
"Don’t," she whispered, the sound so faint she could barely hear it herself. She shook her head, her face a mixture of fear and worry.
"Yinuo," he began, his voice low but resolute. "In this life, there are always people you must protect, people for whom you would defy the entire world. That young lady is one, and you are another. He who touches the reverse scale of Qin Fan shall be punished!"
He who touches the reverse scale of Qin Fan...
...shall be punished!
With that arrogant declaration, Qin Fan turned away without another glance. He swung the baseball bat, unleashing its intimidating power. With the speed of a lightning strike, he brought it down viciously on the rcedes driver’s right leg.
The attack was so sudden that the onlookers didn’t even see the motion clearly. It was followed by a sky-shattering, heart-rending scream from the rcedes driver.
His entire right leg was twisted into an unnatural shape from the devastating blow. With that one swing, any hope of recovery was shattered. He would be lucky to avoid amputation.
The man’s desperate screams pierced the hearts of the watching young masters. Seeing his mangled state, they all shuddered involuntarily. The way they looked at Qin Fan now held an even deeper level of awe and fear.
His declaration echoed in their minds for a long ti: *He who touches the reverse scale of Qin Fan shall be punished!*
Last ti, it was Wei Shihao in the ICU.
This ti, the rcedes driver t this horrific fate.
And next ti? A chill ran down their spines at the thought.
Li Qiuzhe glanced at the mangled driver on the ground, then walked over to Qin Fan as he tossed the baseball bat aside. "Master Qin," he asked, "why did you have bring the paint?"
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