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Strangely enough, the moment they heard Ye Qiu’s cold shout, both Young Master Zhang and Qian Duoduo froze in their tracks.
They didn’t even have the courage to keep running.
Then, Ye Qiu approached them, the Great Xia Dragon Sparrow in hand.
“What are you going to do? Y-you… stay back!”
Young Master Zhang shouted, trembling.
Gone was his earlier arrogance, replaced by nothing but raw fear.
For a pampered rich kid like him, all his usual bravado meant nothing when faced with life or death—he was less resilient than an average person.
As Ye Qiu drew closer, he said, “I told you from the start to call the toughest guy in the Zhang family.”
“You didn’t listen and instead called someone from the Qian family. What’s the point?”
“Zhang Shao, it looks like you really don’t want to live.”
Seeing Ye Qiu closing in, Young Master Zhang yelled at the fallen thugs, “Get up! All of you, get up!”
“Take him down!”
“Whoever kills him gets five million—no, ten million!”
“Get up, I’m begging you…”
But not a single one rose.
They’d all lost their fighting ability, and more than that, Ye Qiu had beaten the fight out of them.
This kid was a demon.
Terrifying!
“Useless. Forget ten million—even if you offered a billion, they wouldn’t dare move.”
“Because if they try anything again, I’ll take their lives.”
Ye Qiu paused, turning to Qian Duoduo, “How about you give it a shot?”
Hmph, send me to my death? No way!
Qian Duoduo took a step back.
Ye Qiu sneered, “Aren’t you from the Qian family of Suzhou-Hangzhou?”
“Isn’t your Qian family supposed to be hot stuff?”
“Come on, spar with me. Don’t worry, I promise I won’t kill you!”
Qian Duoduo’s face flushed as he barked, “I don’t care who you are—you’d better stop now, or else…”
Ye Qiu lunged forward, landing a slap across Qian Duoduo’s face.
Qian Duoduo clutched his cheek, glaring at Ye Qiu with fury, “You bastard, you dare hit me…”
Another slap from Ye Qiu.
“I hit you. What are you gonna do about it?”
Qian Duoduo spat, “Just you wait, I won’t let this go.”
Yet another slap landed on Qian Duoduo’s face.
“Instead of staying put in Suzhou-Hangzhou, you come to the capital to mess around and threaten me? Looks like you’re tired of living.”
Qian Duoduo’s anger faded, replaced by deep fear.
Then Ye Qiu raised his hand again.
“Big Bro, let’s talk this out—can we stop with the hitting? A gentleman uses words, not fists,” Qian Duoduo pleaded, shrinking back as tears welled up, terrified of another blow.
Ye Qiu had intended to stop, but seeing Qian Duoduo cry sparked his irritation.
He delivered a hard smack, snapping, “Don’t you know a man shouldn’t shed tears lightly? The Qian family, a century-old scholarly clan, raised a thing like you?”
He could tell Qian Duoduo had been spoiled rotten by the Qian family.
And why not? As the only male of the third generation, he was naturally the apple of their eye.
As for Ye Qiu, his mother had long been disowned by the Qian family—he had no ties to them anymore.
After a few slaps, Qian Duoduo finally settled down, abandoning his tough act and switching to a softer tone:
“Big Bro, what do you even want?”
“Do you have any idea who Zhang Shao is? You’ve screwed yourself big time.”
“And this is the capital—you’ve hurt so many people. Aren’t you afraid of jail?”
Ye Qiu found it amusing, “You know this is the capital, yet you brought all these guys to cause trouble. Aren’t you afraid of rotting in prison?”
“How can you compare to me? I’ve got Zhang Shao backing me—who’s got your back?” Qian Duoduo said, “Bro, take my advice and get out of here while you can!”
“I don’t need anyone backing me.”
With that, Ye Qiu strode over, kicked Young Master Zhang to the ground, and planted a foot on his chest, “Call more people.”
“And make sure it’s the toughest guy in the Zhang family.”
“Otherwise, no one’s saving you today.”
Young Master Zhang’s face crumpled as he whimpered, “Big Bro, there’s no one left.”
He’d only recently returned to the capital, and Qian Duoduo was his only close buddy here. He’d already called everyone he could.
“Zhang Shao, you should know—if you don’t call someone, your only path left is death.”
Ye Qiu raised the Great Xia Dragon Sparrow.
The blade’s cold gleam sent a chill through Young Master Zhang’s body.
“Big Bro, there’s really no one left. How about this—I won’t hold it against you, okay?”
Ye Qiu stomped on Young Master Zhang’s face, growling, “You still don’t get it, do you?”
“This isn’t about you holding anything against me—it’s about me bullying you.”
“I’m stepping on your face, and you’re still taking it?”
“If you don’t call someone, I’ll crush your face and toss you into a dumpster to feed the stray dogs.”
This was too much!
Beyond his anger, Young Master Zhang was gripped by terror.
He could see Ye Qiu wasn’t bluffing—this bastard meant what he said. He was a lunatic.
“Big Bro, I was wrong. I shouldn’t have messed with you.”
“How about this—I’ll give you ten million to let me off, okay?”
“Ten million’s not enough? Then twenty million… fifty million—fifty million’s good, right?”
“I’m begging you, spare me. I really messed up.”
Young Master Zhang kept pleading.
“Do I look like I’m short on cash?” Ye Qiu said, “I recall the Zhang family has a real big shot—Zhang Qingyao, right?”
“Call him!”
“If I don’t see him in ten minutes, I’ll send you to the afterlife!”
Young Master Zhang hesitated for a long while before pulling out his phone and dialing, sobbing, “Big Bro, come save me…”
In less than ten minutes, a Maybach pulled up at the auction house entrance.
The door opened, and a young man stepped out, wearing gold-rimmed glasses and a suit.
It was Zhang Qingyao, the eldest son of the Zhang family!
Zhang Qingyao got out, quickly surveyed the scene, his brows furrowing slightly before he walked over.
“Big Bro, save me! This bastard’s going to kill me!” Young Master Zhang cried out to Zhang Qingyao as if he’d seen a lifeline.
Zhang Qingyao’s gaze darkened as he saw Ye Qiu’s foot on his brother’s face.
At that moment, Qian Duoduo scurried over to Zhang Qingyao and whispered a few words.
Zhang Qingyao gave Ye Qiu a surprised glance, then spoke politely, “Buddy, whatever my little brother did wrong, let me apologise on his behalf…”
Ye Qiu stomped down, shattering Young Master Zhang’s nose. Blood sprayed instantly.
“If apologies worked, what’s the point of you being here?”
