Return of the Celestial King

Chapter 82: Chapter 82: Mr. Qin?

The burly men were like hungry wolves, pouncing from all directions at once.

But Qin Tuo remained seated, as still as a mountain.

"Heh, keep pretending, kid. I’d like to see just how you’re going to die!"

Qian Xuanyu lit another cigar.

He figured Qin Tuo was just putting on a tough act and had probably pissed his pants in fear long ago.

The tall man with the shoulder dragon tattoo bared his thick arm and threw a vicious uppercut at Qin Tuo’s temple.

This was his signature move. A single punch like this was usually enough to knock someone out cold!

"Go down, kid!"

Seeing Qin Tuo’s indifferent expression, the man’s eyes flared with murderous intent.

POW!

Qin Tuo casually extended a hand and clamped it around the man’s arm.

’Damn it, how is this possible?’

The man with the dragon tattoo suddenly felt his entire body go stiff, unable to move an inch.

Qin Tuo, still seated, casually swung his arm!

He lifted the man, who weighed over a hundred and fifty pounds, and swung him around like a weapon, smashing him into the others.

WHUMP! WHUMP! WHUMP...

Screams of pain rang out as the charging thugs were smashed to the ground, one after another, unable to get back up.

THUD!

Afterward, Qin Tuo carelessly tossed the man with the dragon tattoo aside. He collapsed in a corner, unable to rise.

"What! Th-th-this..."

Qian Xuanyu nearly swallowed his cigar.

The sneer on Zhang Xiaoqian’s face instantly turned to stunned disbelief.

They looked at each other, seeing the same shock reflected in the other’s eyes!

’No way. How is Han Zilin’s loser boyfriend so good at fighting?’

Zhang Xiaoqian’s expression turned ugly. She knew she had picked a fight with the wrong person this time.

Qin Tuo dusted off his hands as if he’d just done something trivial, then stood up and walked toward Qian Xuanyu.

"What do you want! Y-you... stay away!"

Terrified, Qian Xuanyu leaped out of his executive chair and backed away repeatedly.

Qin Tuo sneered.

"Didn’t you just say you were going to teach me a lesson? Why so gutless now?"

Qian Xuanyu’s face turned deathly pale.

"I’m warning you, don’t do anything reckless! The Qian Family has connections in the underworld."

Qin Tuo retorted,

"Is that so? Then do you run with Long Wu, or Hong Qing?"

’Long Wu? Hong Qing?’

Qian Xuanyu was stunned. He never expected Qin Tuo to casually drop the names of Ming City’s two biggest underworld bosses.

’And from his tone, it sounds like he’s very familiar with them?’

Now, Qian Xuanyu was even more clueless about Qin Tuo’s background.

The truth was, the Qian Family had no way to get in touch with big shots of that caliber.

His father, Qian Dekang, just liked to collect antiques and knew some big names in the collecting world, but those connections were completely unrelated.

And even if they were, those connections belonged to Qian Dekang and had nothing to do with Qian Xuanyu.

A true panic set in Qian Xuanyu’s heart. The thugs he usually hired were enough to make ordinary people back down, but he never thought he’d run into a tough nut like Qin Tuo today.

"Kid, we can talk this out..."

Qian Xuanyu stammered, his mind racing. ’Maybe I should just back down for now, then go home and get Dad to come settle the score.’

Zhang Xiaoqian cowered beside him, her face a mask of terror, but inwardly she was seething with frustration.

’That damn bitch Han Zilin, how did she land such a capable boyfriend?’

Looking at their expressions, Qin Tuo knew exactly what they were thinking.

"I’ll give you one more chance. Pay back the money now, or I won’t be so polite!"

Qin Tuo extended a hand and clenched it into a fist, the joints cracking loudly. The sound made the pair tremble in fear.

Just then, a phone suddenly rang!

Qian Xuanyu snatched it up as if he’d seen his savior.

"President Qian, the big boss is here at the company. He’s already heading upstairs..."

The receptionist’s voice was like a lifeline, making Qian Xuanyu’s eyes light up.

"Hahaha, you just wait, kid! My dad’s here! Let’s see how you beg for mercy in a minute!"

Hanging up the phone, Qian Xuanyu burst into arrogant, wild laughter.

Hearing this, Zhang Xiaoqian also straightened her back and began to sneer.

"You little punk, you dare start a fight here? You must have a death wish!"

Seeing how quickly the pair had changed their tune, Qin Tuo gave a disdainful smile.

He wasn’t in a hurry. He sat back down in the chair, curious to see what this Qian Group was all about.

"Kid, you still dare to sit there? You’ve got some nerve!"

Seeing Qin Tuo’s fearless demeanor, Qian Xuanyu cursed resentfully.

Although he feared Qin Tuo’s strength, the thought of his father’s connections and methods filled him with confidence.

Qin Tuo said,

"You’re not getting out of this two-million-dollar debt. It doesn’t matter who you call."

A moment later, a middle-aged man walked in with his hands clasped behind his back.

His brow furrowed instantly upon seeing the mess on the floor and the burly men groaning in pain.

"What happened here?"

The head of the Qian Group, Qian Dekang, snorted in displeasure.

Seeing his father appear like a savior, Qian Xuanyu immediately ran over, crying and complaining desperately.

"Dad! It was this kid! He came here to cause trouble! Not only did he break our stuff, he beat up our people! You have to call someone to teach him a lesson!"

Zhang Xiaoqian also chimed in, adding fuel to the fire and putting on a show of righteous indignation.

Qian Dekang’s gaze turned icy.

"Who has the audacity to cause trouble here?"

He strode toward Qin Tuo, wanting to see who this person was.

When he saw that Qin Tuo was still sitting in the chair and hadn’t even bothered to stand up, rage burned in Qian Dekang’s heart.

"Kid, you’ve got some..."

Qian Dekang had just reached Qin Tuo and was about to berate him.

But the moment he saw Qin Tuo’s face, he froze completely, as if struck by lightning!

Qian Dekang’s eyes widened in horror.

"Mr. Qin, what are you doing here?"

As the words left his mouth, he felt a cold sweat break out and pour down his back.

"Oh? You know me?"

Qin Tuo frowned.

He seemed to find Qian Dekang vaguely familiar as well, as if he had seen him somewhere before, but he couldn’t quite place him.

Seeing his father frozen in place, Qian Xuanyu shouted impatiently.

"Dad, what are you standing there for? Hurry up and call someone to take care of this kid!"

In his haste, he even pulled out his phone as he spoke, preparing to call for backup.

Hearing this, Qian Dekang flew into a rage and swung a backhand slap across his son’s face!

SLAP!

The slap was so hard it made Qian Xuanyu see stars.

Zhang Xiaoqian was terrified as well. She let out a shriek, her face pale.

Qian Dekang roared,

"You damn brat! Get on your knees and apologize to Mr. Qin right now!"

As he spoke, he quickly adopted an apologetic expression and bowed repeatedly to Qin Tuo.

"What! Mr. Qin?"

Hearing his father’s tone, Qian Xuanyu, who had just been starting to clear his head, was completely dumbfounded all over again.