Call for backup?
Young Master Zhang thought he’d misheard, staring at Ye Qiu in disbelief.
“What, didn’t you hear me?”
“Call someone right now.”
“And make sure it’s the toughest person the Zhang family has.”
Ye Qiu glanced at his watch as he spoke, “I’m giving you fifteen minutes.”
“If no one shows up to save you in fifteen minutes, get ready to meet the King of Hell!”
A thick murderous intent flashed in Young Master Zhang’s eyes. He pulled out his phone and made a call.
The call connected.
Young Master Zhang roared, “I don’t care where you are—bring people to save me now!”
“I’ve been crippled!”
“Bring as many as you can, the more the better, hurry!”
Hanging up, Young Master Zhang glared at Ye Qiu, “Just you wait. If you don’t die today, I’ll write my name backwards.”
Ye Qiu ignored him, opened his car door, sat in the driver’s seat, and started playing with his phone.
In less than ten minutes.
The roar of engines filled the air.
First to arrive was a green Lamborghini, pulling off a flashy drift before stopping nearby.
Then, over twenty Audi sedans rolled in from all directions.
Following them, more than thirty vans appeared.
The doors swung open, and over two hundred thugs poured out—each one burly and imposing.
Every one of them wielded a collapsible baton.
Their faces radiated menace.
Such an overwhelming display had already scared off the nearby onlookers, who fled to avoid getting caught in the crossfire.
Ye Qiu paid no mind to the thugs, his eyes fixed on the green Lamborghini.
The Lamborghini’s door was the last to open.
A young man stepped out.
He looked even younger than Young Master Zhang—barely twenty, about 1.7 meters tall. His hair was dyed red, he wore an earring, and he was dressed in baggy pants and flip-flops, exuding a carefree, rebellious vibe.
“Damn!”
Seeing Young Master Zhang’s condition, the youth shouted and rushed over to help him up, asking, “Zhang哥, you okay? I didn’t get here too late, did I?”
“Duoduo, you’re right on time,” Young Master Zhang pointed at Ye Qiu, snarling viciously, “Brothers, kill him!”
In an instant, the two hundred-plus thugs surrounded Ye Qiu and his car.
“Hold on!” Ye Qiu shouted.
“What, scared now? Want to beg for mercy?” Young Master Zhang sneered grotesquely, “Too late.”
“Aren’t you supposed to be a badass fighter? Let’s see just how tough you are.”
“You might handle twenty, but can you take on two hundred?”
“Brothers, whoever breaks one of his arms gets 100,000. Whoever kills him gets a million.”
“And that’s not all—I’ll treat you all to a night at Shengshi Mingliu. All expenses on me.”
*Roar! Roar! Roar!*
The thugs howled in excitement. They’d heard Shengshi Mingliu had a fresh batch of tender girls they hadn’t sampled yet.
Young Master Zhang’s words ignited their bloodlust—they wanted nothing more than to crush Ye Qiu and then party with their boss.
“I told you to call the toughest person in the Zhang family. Who the hell did you bring?” Ye Qiu asked, eyeing the red-haired youth, “You’re not from the Zhang family, are you?”
“Whether I’m from the Zhang family or not is none of your damn business,” the red-haired youth snapped rudely, “You dared touch my Zhang哥. Even if the King of Heaven showed up today, he couldn’t save you.”
“Who the hell are you?”
Though Ye Qiu felt no fear, he needed to figure out this youth’s background. That way, he could gauge how far to take things.
If this kid was from some prominent family in the capital—one that had been involved in the ambush against Ye Wushuang back then—then sorry, the interest would be collected in full.
“You want to know who I am? Fine, perk up your ears, and Grandpa will tell you.”
The red-haired youth boasted arrogantly, “I don’t change my name or my seat—I’m Qian Duoduo.”
Qian Duoduo?
Ye Qiu asked calmly, “From the Qian family in the capital?”
“The Qian family in the capital is nothing. Let me tell you, I’m from Suzhou-Hangzhou.”
The Qian family of Suzhou-Hangzhou—could it be…?
Ye Qiu’s heart jolted with surprise, “Who’s your grandfather?”
“Qian Siyuan,” the yellow-haired youth replied, “Heard of that name? Let me tell you, the Qian family of Suzhou-Hangzhou is a century-old elite clan. My grandfather’s a legendary educator with students all over the world.”
“So your father’s Qian Weidong, then?”
The red-haired youth blinked, “How do you know my dad’s name?”
Not only do I know, I’m your cousin.
Ye Qiu’s mother, Qian Jinglan, hailed from the century-old Qian family of Suzhou-Hangzhou.
From Ye Qiu’s later investigations, he knew Old Master Qian had two sons and a daughter: the eldest son Qian Bowen, the second son Qian Weidong, and the daughter Qian Jinglan.
Qian Bowen had two daughters, both married off, while Qian Weidong had one son.
“Didn’t expect I’d meet someone from the Qian family under these circumstances.”
“Wait, no—according to my intel, Qian Weidong’s son is named Qian Baoyu.”
“How’d it turn into Qian Duoduo now?”
As Ye Qiu pondered this, Qian Duoduo sneered, “I get it. You’re trying to cozy up to me, hoping I’ll go easy on you, right?”
“If that’s your game, you’ve miscalculated.”
“You dared touch my Zhang哥—I won’t let you off.”
Ye Qiu said coolly, “This is between me and Zhang Shao. An outsider like you should stay out of it.”
“I’m no outsider. Zhang Shao’s my brother—closer than a real brother…”
“Duoduo, stop wasting words with him. Tell the boys to attack,” Young Master Zhang interrupted.
“Got it. Brothers, all together—”
*Whoosh!*
Before Qian Duoduo could finish, Ye Qiu’s figure vanished from his spot.
In the next instant, Young Master Zhang was sent flying with a single kick from Ye Qiu.
“Oof—” Young Master Zhang crashed into several thugs, landing in a pathetic heap.
Qian Duoduo froze, then erupted in fury.
“Brothers, take him down!”
Instantly, the thugs charged as one.
Ye Qiu showed no fear, facing a hundred foes alone.
The first dozen to reach him didn’t even get their batons close before the Great Xia Dragon Sparrow struck.
*Crack!*
Arms snapped.
A group collapsed, wailing in pain.
Ye Qiu strode forward, sweeping the blade horizontally, using the flat to knock out five or six more.
Then came a relentless *bang bang bang*, accompanied by scream after scream.
Ye Qiu moved like lightning, striking with ruthless precision.
In just a few minutes, nearly a hundred men were down.
And Ye Qiu himself? Not a scratch.
Qian Duoduo’s eyes widened, his mouth forming an “O” in sheer disbelief.
“How is this possible?”
In his mind, Ye Qiu was a dead man walking. Yet now, his own men were dropping like flies.
Ye Qiu was like a war god—unstoppable, invincible.
Ten minutes later.
Every last one of Qian Duoduo’s men lay defeated on the ground.
The scene was chaos, filled with groans and cries.
Realising things had gone south, Qian Duoduo grabbed Young Master Zhang, ready to bolt.
Just then, a cold snort sounded behind them.
“Stop right there!”
