Ding Shao quickly propped himself up and said to the man in front of him,
"Young Master Wen, you've arrived just in time. That brat is causing trouble here. Your Wen family has shares in our 'Feast,' so you need to handle this."
Wen Feng's eyes scanned the scene and he saw Qin Xuan standing alone, his cold eyes fixed on him.
A chill ran down Wen Feng's spine from that gaze. He instinctively shook his head and asked Ding Shao,
"What's going on? Explain."
Ding Shao quickly explained,
"Young Master Ding, that brat wanted to enter 'Feast' but had no invitation. You know, what if some riff-raff sneaked in and damaged our 'Feast's' reputation? So we didn't let him in. But this brat forced his way in and injured so many of my men!"
Wen Feng's expression darkened upon hearing this.
Someone dared to force their way into "Feast"!
"Brat, you've got some nerve. Do you know where this is? Do you know who I am?" Wen Feng said coldly to Qin Xuan.
Qin Xuan replied calmly,
"I don't know, and I don't need to know. I just want to leave now. They stopped me just now, and now they're on the ground. Do you want to try and stop me too?"
"Arrogant!" Wen Feng roared.
As the eldest young master of the Wen family, very few dared to speak to him like that.
"Damn it, take him down! Break both his legs!"
Ding Shao quickly leaned in and whispered in Wen Feng's ear,
"Young Master Wen, this person seems to be at the late stage of Xiantian. Be careful!"
"Late stage of Xiantian?" Ding Shao scoffed.
"Our prestigious Ding family has a Huajin expert guarding us. What is a late stage Xiantian martial artist to us?"
"Besides, aren't martial artists afraid of guns?"
As soon as Wen Feng finished speaking, his five bodyguards each pulled out a black handgun and pointed it at Qin Xuan.
The men were themselves Houtian martial artists, with the leader being at the mid-stage of Xiantian. With guns in hand, what was a late stage Xiantian martial artist?
Although Xiantian martial artists were strong, firearms still held considerable deterrence against them. A shot to the head, and even they wouldn't survive.
Wen Feng looked at the five dark muzzles pointed at Qin Xuan and couldn't help but laugh,
"So arrogant, brat. Keep being arrogant. Let's see if I don't turn you into a sieve!"
Suddenly, Wen Feng's gaze swept over Ling'er behind Qin Xuan, and his eyes lit up.
This girl was beautiful! So spirited! More spirited than a college student!
He immediately said arrogantly,
"Considering you're a late stage Xiantian martial artist, I can overlook your previous offense. But you must hand over the girl behind you to me. I'll play with her for a few days and then return her. We'll call it even today. How about that?"
"Don't worry, I'm a renowned warm man in the capital. She'll only experience ecstasy with me, not suffering," Wen Feng said with a sinister smile.
Ling'er, upon hearing this, was so scared that she quickly grabbed Qin Xuan's sleeve, her bright eyes gazing pleadingly at Qin Xuan.
"Brother..."
Qin Xuan didn't speak. He closed his eyes slightly.
Why did he encounter such self-important idiots everywhere he went?
Qin Xuan had only intended to attend an auction. Yet, there were always some flies buzzing around to annoy him.
No matter how good-tempered one was, being pestered by flies would eventually lead to anger.
"Take back what you just said, or else... you die."
His voice was faint, yet it exuded a fierce killing intent.
Although Ling'er had only known Qin Xuan for a few days, for some reason, Qin Xuan always made her think of her sister, Qin Lin.
Therefore, she couldn't bear to see her bullied.
Wen Feng was momentarily stunned by Qin Xuan's words, but quickly recovered.
Was this brat serious?
He had five guns pointed at him, and yet he was talking about death?
It was like the mother of an idiot opened the door for an idiot, and the idiot was home.
"Damn it, you dare threaten me? Shoot! Break this brat's legs! I want to torture him properly!"