This was the first time Ye Qiu looked directly at the young man.
The young man appeared to be around twenty-five or twenty-six, with a crew cut, a shiny gold earring in one ear, and a lizard tattoo on his neck that looked somewhat repulsive.
As for his attire, it was beyond garish.
He wore a Gucci suit and a flashy Rolex gold watch, the epitome of a nouveau riche.
At the same time, Ye Qiu noticed that the young man had the skills of a Tiger List expert.
But even a Dragon List expert would be nothing more than someone Ye Qiu could easily trample.
At this moment, the young man spoke, “Kid, I’ll be honest, your skills are impressive, and I admire you.”
“I’ll say it again, if you join me and let me have your woman for a few days, I’ll let bygones be bygones.”
“How about it?”
Ye Qiu smiled and took a step forward.
Whoosh!
In an instant, he appeared in front of the young man, raising his hand to slap his face.
Ye Qiu deliberately slowed his movement, wanting the young man to sense his intent.
“Hmph, you dare fight me? You’re asking for death.”
The young man threw a punch at Ye Qiu’s chest.
“Bang!”
His fist struck Ye Qiu, and the young man was initially delighted, but then his face turned the colour of liver.
He kept shaking his right hand.
He realised that his punch didn’t feel like it hit Ye Qiu’s body but rather a steel plate.
It hurt!
Before the pain in his fist subsided, a stinging sensation spread across his face.
“Slap!”
Ye Qiu’s palm struck the young man’s face.
The young man’s head buzzed, nearly turned into an idiot by Ye Qiu’s slap.
As for Zhang Xiaoru, she was dumbfounded.
She knew the young man’s background well, and seeing Ye Qiu dare to hit him, she was shocked but secretly thrilled.
“Bastard, you dare hit Shan Ge? You’re done for.”
Ye Qiu ignored the woman and asked the young man with a grin, “Feel good?”
Feel good, my ass!
The young man glared at Ye Qiu.
“You don’t look like you’re enjoying it. Let’s try again.” Ye Qiu raised his right hand again.
Again?
Do you think I’m trash?
The young man was furious and threw a punch at Ye Qiu’s palm.
But as soon as his fist met Ye Qiu’s palm, that same sensation returned, as if he’d struck a steel plate.
The young man quickly retracted his fist in pain, but Ye Qiu’s palm came down smoothly.
“Slap!”
Another solid slap landed on the young man’s face.
In an instant, five bright red handprints appeared.
After two consecutive slaps, the young man was seething with murderous intent.
“You dare hit me? You’re playing with fire.”
With that, the young man pulled a spring-loaded knife from his pocket and stabbed at Ye Qiu’s heart.
“Ye Qiu, be careful!” Tangtang cried out.
Ye Qiu swiftly grabbed the blade, then applied a bit of force, and a “crack” sounded.
The blade shattered into pieces.
“This…”
The young man’s pupils contracted sharply.
Only now did he realise that Ye Qiu’s skills far exceeded his expectations.
He quickly stepped back, pulling a silenced pistol from his waist and aiming it at Ye Qiu.
Hmm?
Ye Qiu raised an eyebrow, not out of fear of the gun but out of curiosity about the young man’s identity.
From his accent, Ye Qiu had already deduced that the young man was from Hong Kong.
For someone from Hong Kong to carry a gun into the mainland, he must have some status.
The young man pointed the gun at Ye Qiu’s head, sneering, “No matter how skilled you are, can you outmatch a bullet?”
“Kid, kneel and apologise right now, then cut off both your hands, and I’ll spare your pathetic life.”
“Otherwise, I’ll shoot you dead.”
Tangtang darted in front of Ye Qiu, shouting at the young man, “Possessing a firearm is a crime. I advise you to put the gun away immediately, or else…”
“Or else what?” The young man sneered, “I’m not afraid to tell you, I’ve killed before.”
“And not just one person.”
“To me, killing someone is as easy as slaughtering a chicken.”
Seeing the young man draw a gun, Zhang Xiaoru grew bold, saying fearlessly, “Offending Shan Ge is asking for death.”
“Kid, get on your knees.”
“I’m telling you, even if Shan Ge kills you, he won’t go to jail. In short, Shan Ge is someone you can’t afford to mess with.”
Hearing this, a thick sneer appeared on Ye Qiu’s face.
In the entire world, was there anyone he couldn’t afford to offend?
Not to mention himself, even Tangtang—how many people would she not dare to cross?
“These two idiots, if they knew Tangtang’s true identity, they’d probably be scared half to death without me lifting a finger.”
To be honest, if this young man hadn’t been so arrogant and Zhang Xiaoru hadn’t pushed so hard, Ye Qiu wouldn’t have bothered to act.
With his current skills, dealing with two ants was beneath him.
“Kid, what are you laughing at?”
The young man, holding the gun, said to Ye Qiu, “I’ll count to three. If you don’t do as I say, I’ll shoot.”
Ye Qiu said, “No need to count, just shoot!”
What?
The young man was stunned.
Zhang Xiaoru was also stunned.
Both stared wide-eyed at Ye Qiu as if he were an idiot. What did this kid mean?
“I told you to shoot, are you deaf?” Ye Qiu snapped.
Instantly, the young man’s face flushed with anger, “Damn it, since you’re begging to die, I’ll grant your wish.”
Pfft!
The young man pulled the trigger, and a bullet sped toward Ye Qiu.
Ye Qiu quickly pulled Tangtang behind him, then waved his right hand, catching the bullet in his palm.
What, catching a bullet barehanded?
The young man’s face changed drastically. This was something only a supreme master could do.
Zhang Xiaoru’s expression also shifted. She wasn’t unfamiliar with catching bullets barehanded—she’d filmed such scenes in movies—but that was acting. This was the first time she’d seen it in real life.
How was it possible?
How could this kid catch a bullet with his hand?
Was he even human?
“Hmph, I’d like to see how many bullets you can catch!” The young man snorted coldly and fired again.
Pfft, pfft, pfft—
Bullets rained toward Ye Qiu like a storm.
Soon, the clip was empty.
Ye Qiu stood unscathed, opening his palm to reveal the bullets in the young man’s view.
Then, with a slight squeeze, all the bullets turned to dust.
“Phew—”
Ye Qiu blew gently, and the bullet dust scattered in the air, vanishing in the blink of an eye.
Seeing this, the young man was so terrified his throat went dry, and he swallowed hard.
“You said, compared to these bullets, who’s tougher?” Ye Qiu asked.
Seeing the killing intent in Ye Qiu’s eyes, the young man panicked and hurriedly said, “Sir, I think we can talk this over.”
“There’s nothing to talk about with you.” Ye Qiu stepped forward, standing right in front of the young man.
