"Well fought!" Wu San watched from the side, thoroughly enjoying himself.
Finally, a strong individual capable of dealing with these pampered rich kids.
But then, his thoughts took a sharp turn.
The Qin Xuan he had come to pick up, from Jiangbei, had just brutally crushed Xiao Yiying's left finger bones.
Xiao Yiying, despite his lineage from the martial arts family of the Xiao clan, was a genuine ordinary person with no martial arts ability. If his hand was broken, it would be truly broken, with little chance of recovery.
This Qin Xuan was in deep trouble!
Before Wu San could take two steps forward, the palpable tension between the two men escalated once more.
Although Xiao Yiying was an ordinary person, his upbringing in a martial arts family had instilled in him some of the temper of a warrior.
Seeing his left hand disabled, he let out a pained cry.
However, his right hand was not idle. It swung out in a hook, and he roared,
"Go to hell..."
Before he could finish, Qin Xuan's elbow slammed into Xiao Yiying's chest.
*Thud!*
Xiao Yiying was sent crashing into his small Mercedes, leaving a human-shaped dent.
Blood even oozed from the corner of his mouth.
Qin Xuan let out a cold snort, stepped forward, and leaned in close to Xiao Yiying's face.
"If there's a next time, and I hear any more foul language from you, I'll take your life."
Xiao Yiying's earlier defiance had completely vanished. He felt an unbearable pain all over, but couldn't even manage a groan.
"Who... who are you?"
"Qin Xuan." Qin Xuan coldly snorted, flicked his sleeve, and strode forward, pushing aside the iron fence that blocked their way.
Returning to his small Mercedes, he joined two fingers and nudged the car, which had its parking brake engaged, out of the way.
Everyone present swallowed hard. This man was too ruthless, too ferocious.
As Qin Xuan walked past Wu San, Wu San was completely stunned.
He had never expected things to escalate to this point.
If it had just been a simple lesson, it would have been fine. But now, with things having come to this, it would be very difficult to resolve.
"Do you know what you've done? That Xiao Yiying is an ordinary person."
"I know. So what?" Qin Xuan remained as nonchalant as ever, walking leisurely towards the business van.
"So what? As a martial artist, don't you know you shouldn't casually strike ordinary people? You must restrain yourself. Especially here in the capital city! And those were members of the Xiao family!"
Wu San was frantic. After all, Qin Xuan was someone he had come to pick up, and he couldn't shirk his responsibility.
Facing the Xiao family, in particular, was something he, a mere Houtian martial artist, couldn't possibly withstand.
Hearing Wu San's words, Qin Xuan paused.
In his haste, Wu San almost bumped into Qin Xuan's back, stumbling.
Qin Xuan turned around, patted the shoulder of the "little Houtian."
"The Xiao family? If they want revenge, let them come."
"Huh? What?"
"I don't even fear Grandmasters, let alone some Huajin realm cultivators, humph?" With that, he turned and walked away.
The arrogant, world-defying aura of Ying Long had been completely inherited by Qin Xuan.
Grandmaster?
Wu San murmured to himself.
Looking at Qin Xuan's retreating figure, his imposing presence was indeed somewhat reminiscent of a Grandmaster.
If this young man was a Grandmaster, what would he have to fear from the Xiao family?
But could such a powerful individual come from a small place like Jiangbei?
Wu San quickly jogged to catch up.
"Are you... truly a Grandmaster?"
"If you think so, then I am," Qin Xuan replied indifferently.
"What do you mean, 'if I think so'? Give me a definite answer! This is a matter of life and death!"
Wu San was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan. This Qin Xuan kept putting him on a roller coaster, one moment a Grandmaster, the next not. Was he playing with him?
"So what if I am, and so what if I'm not?" Qin Xuan didn't pretend to be profound. A deep shadow of melancholy flickered in his eyes.
"What's meant to come will eventually come. Hiding won't make it go away."
Seeing Qin Xuan's demeanor, Wu San felt a slight sense of relief. He had encountered many elusive Grandmasters in the past, and their speech was often like this.
This man before him, at least in terms of his words, was probably eighty percent a Grandmaster.
Wu San sighed and said,
"It's good that you're a Grandmaster, but that brings new trouble."
"New trouble? You mean her?"
Qin Xuan pointed to the girl who had followed them and taken the seat next to him, asking.
"Ah, why did you follow us?" Wu San was also surprised, but he prioritized matters. At this moment, he couldn't concern himself with this cute girl.
"The new trouble is, I heard from the higher-ups that behind the Xiao family stands the Chu family."
Qin Xuan's gaze turned cold.
"The Chu family? Which Chu family?"
The girl, overhearing their conversation, widened her eyes. Perhaps it was Qin Xuan's sudden change in demeanor that made her tremble involuntarily.
Wu San gave a wry smile.
"In the capital, who else would dare to be called 'the Chu family'?"
Qin Xuan let out a cold snort, closed his eyes to rest, leaning against the seat, and whispered,
"The Chu family... Perfect. That saves me quite a bit of effort."