Qin Feng had just finished reading a book called Water Margin in the library.
In it, the tyrant Zhen Guanxi and Zheng Tu bullied the likes of Elder Jin and his daughter, just like this.
There was no way he would let Li Qiang leave.
Just as the onlookers were about to disperse, a dramatic scene abruptly unfolded.
Qin Feng suddenly leaped forward, using the move Left and Right Receiving Sparrow Tail, grabbed the hooligans’ arms, and swiftly tossed them away, making his way to behind Li Qiang.
Li Qiang heard the commotion behind him, and as he turned around, a fist was already flying towards his eye.
With a loud thud, his face caved in, and the immense force sent him flying five or six meters away.
Though he was an old rogue, and his face was bloodied and his teeth half knocked out, he still managed to roll up to his feet, glaring at Qin Feng like a viper, and immediately roared, “Damn, you’ve got a death wish!
Do you even know who I am?”
Qin Feng sneered at him coldly, not wasting words, and stepped forward, delivering a kick to his chest.
He controlled his strength perfectly.
With a cracking sound, two of Li Qiang’s ribs broke instantly, and his body flew another ten meters away like a balloon.
He was utterly dazed, spitting blood as he shouted to his followers, “What are you waiting for?
Kill him quickly!”
The dozen or so hooligans, who had been thrown off by Qin Feng’s earlier move, had just managed to get up and were still recovering.
Seeing how fierce Qin Feng was, they hesitated, surrounding him but not daring to step forward.
With Li Qiang’s shout, the hooligans had no choice.
One by one, they pulled out machetes from behind their backs and rushed toward Qin Feng with gleaming blades.
Qin Feng remained calm, performing Tai Chi moves leisurely.
The machetes brushed past him without him dodging an inch.
He always managed to skillfully tap at the hooligans’ arms, up, down, left, right, with a gentle flick, grab, take, send, or pull.
Just like breaking cornstalks, he disabled their arms one by one.
In just the blink of an eye, the dozen ferocious hooligans were all laid out on the ground by him.
The onlookers were stunned in place as if watching a kung fu movie.
This wasn’t a brawl; it was clearly art.
Who else could fight as effortlessly and elegantly as Qin Feng?
Li Qiang clutched his chest, pale with fright, scrambling backward away on the ground. This chapter was taken from g.com without permission.
Qin Feng stepped forward, coldly sneering, “Brother Qiang, weren’t you about to acknowledge your mother-in-law?
Why so eager to leave?”
Li Qiang hastily shook his head, trembling, “Brother, you’ve made enough of a scene today.
Let’s call it even.
Let’s consider it as us not knowing each other before, cut me some slack, and I’ll make it worth your while in the future.”
Qin Feng laughed, “Face?
Did you ever think about the face of the women, children, and elderly you bullied?”
Li Qiang’s bald head wrinkled in frustration, not knowing where this Chaotic World Demon King Qin Feng emerged from, determined to stand up for these paupers.
Trying to stay polite before turning aggressive, with his soft words failing, he forced himself to sound fierce, “Brother, I’ve got some reputation in the underworld.
Don’t push it too far.
If you don’t stop, you’ll have to kill me, or else, it’s a fight to the death!”
Qin Feng coldly laughed, stepped forward, and stomped on Li Qiang’s face, spitting on him, “You dog-like thing, think you can threaten me?
I won’t kill you today.
Go home, gather all your buddy punks, and let’s have a proper showdown!”
Li Qiang’s face twisted with mortification.
The hard-earned respect he had built on this street over the past two years was gone.
Today’s events would soon spread, and if he didn’t deal with Qin Feng, he’d never stand on the street again.
Once Qin Feng let go, Li Qiang clutched his chest, trying to crawl away.
The hooligans, hearing that Qin Feng had eased up, quickly went over to help him up, sweating on their faces, wanting to escape immediately.
They stood, bearing the pain of their broken arms, gritting their teeth in endurance.
Qin Feng looked at them, sneering, “Who said you could leave?”
Hearing this, two or three hooligans immediately burst into tears.
Li Qiang grit his teeth, turned to Qin Feng, and responded with a cold huff, “What more do you want?”
Qin Feng coldly laughed, “You’ve tormented everyone for so long.
You should apologize before leaving, right?
Kneel down right now, kowtow three times, and call them ‘dad’ before you go!”
The surrounding crowd, realizing Li Qiang was doomed today, shed their fear and began heckling, chanting, “Kneel, kneel, kneel!”
Li Qiang’s venomous gaze swept around, but not a person feared him anymore.
The shouts rolled like thunder.
Qin Feng smiled, “What now?
Need my help?”
Li Qiang looked at Qin Feng, trembling, and grudgingly screamed, “Bastard, you’ll see!”
The hooligans dared not utter a word, trembling as they followed Li Qiang, kneeling en masse.
Qin Feng stepped forward, coldly smacking Li Qiang twice, sending his left teeth flying out.
Li Qiang’s bloated face, swollen like a pig’s head, was bruised and battered, no longer resembling a person.
The hooligans were so frightened they burst into tears, kowtowing repeatedly, pleading, “Dad, spare us!
Dad, spare us!”
Qin Feng coldly retorted, “Since ancient times, even thieves have their code of conduct.
You shouldn’t cross the line.
Now that you’ve done so many evil deeds, how dare you ask for leniency?”
The hooligans had never met anyone like this, feeling as though they were in a wuxia film instead of a brawl.
Hearing the scholarly language and seeing no sign of mercy from Qin Feng, they were at a loss for words.
Qin Feng took a deep breath and said blandly, “If anyone wants to leave today, fine.
Slap your boss three times across the face.
If you don’t have the courage, stay kneeling!”
The hooligans exchanged glances, not daring to comply with Qin Feng’s demands.
The onlookers applauded and cheered, pelting them from hidden spots with apples, bananas, chairs, and bricks.
Everyone felt stifled normally, and with Qin Feng standing up, who wouldn’t seize the chance to vent?
Li Qiang and the hooligans rolled in the street like mice, soon covered in injuries.
No one called the police to help them, a testament to their vile character.
Finally, a hooligan couldn’t bear it and screamed, “Damn it, I can’t stand it!”
Going berserk, he got up and swung at Li Qiang’s face three times before fleeing the scene, sobbing.
Qin Feng didn’t stop him, letting him leave.
The other hooligans followed suit, helping each other up, landing slaps on Li Qiang’s face before escaping.
Li Qiang’s bloated face was unrecognizable, yet he stubbornly gritted his teeth, eyes filled with a grudge against Qin Feng as intense as Dou E’s.
Qin Feng couldn’t be bothered with him, standing indifferently, hands behind his back, watching the scene unfold.
Lin Xia comforted Su Xiaowan and her mother nearby, excitedly clapping and cheering.
She had a look of gleeful chaos, wishing she could join in with a couple of kicks.
Su Xiaowan lacked her courage, hiding behind Lin Xia, repeatedly closing her eyes and screaming in fright.