"The people an orphan can summon are nothing but trash. After all this drinking, I could use some exercise. I wouldn't mind twisting your head off and using it as a ball," Ning Xingchen said with a smile, completely unfazed by Qin Chuan's threats.
"Damn it, you bastard! I'll let you be arrogant for now. Just wait until Brother Hu gets here; you'll be on your knees begging me," Qin Chuan cursed, dialing his phone.
"Xun'er, following a powerless man like Ning Xingchen will only lead to eating dirt. Come over and apologize to Young Master Qin. Maybe he'll be generous and spare you. Otherwise, when Brother Hu arrives, there will be blood," Jiajia sneered, clearly aware of Brother Hu's background.
Brother Hu, the name itself suggested a ruthless thug, the kind who wouldn't hesitate to kill.
Hearing this, Lin Xun'er's face turned pale. She was genuinely worried that Qin Chuan would bring in thugs and gangsters.
"Qin Chuan, I don't like you. This has nothing to do with Xingchen. Please don't escalate things," Lin Xun'er pleaded, not for herself, but for Ning Xingchen. She feared he might suffer unnecessary harm.
Though Lin Xun'er often claimed she and Ning Xingchen were just friends, in truth, he was the man she cared about most. Her feelings, constrained by a young girl's shyness, were hard to express openly.
"Heh, Lin Xun'er, are you scared now? It's too late. Whether you like it or not, Ning Xingchen will end up crippled, and you'll be lying on a bed, stripped and ravaged by me!" Qin Chuan, having finished his call, became even more brazen, his perverse smile resembling that of a beast.
Lin Xun'er's long legs, slender waist, and full chest, along with her stunningly beautiful face, drove Qin Chuan wild with desire. He could barely restrain himself from pouncing on her.
"Qin Chuan, you're scum. Don't you fear going to hell for your actions?" Lin Xun'er shouted, eyes filled with anger.
"Curse all you want; it won't harm me. But tonight, you will be mine. Lin Xun'er, if I'm not mistaken, you're still a virgin, aren't you?" Qin Chuan laughed greedily.
This was the behavior of a vile person. Previously professing love, and now, after being rejected, openly humiliating Lin Xun'er. Many classmates were disgusted by Qin Chuan's actions, but due to his power and family background, no one dared to speak up for Lin Xun'er, all choosing silence.
"Xun'er, don't waste words on this idiot. When that so-called Brother Hu arrives, I'll deal with them all!" Ning Xingchen said coldly, casting a glance at Qin Chuan. Reasoning with such a fool was pointless; beating him up would be simpler.
"Who the hell do you think you're gonna deal with?" A voice boomed as five burly men, each with shaved heads and covered in tattoos, entered the room.
"Brother Hu, you're here!" Qin Chuan instantly perked up, rushing forward to embrace Brother Hu's leg.
...
Brother Hu was close with Qin Chuan's father. Whenever the Qin family faced project disputes or dissatisfied clients due to shoddy work, Brother Hu would handle it. Brandishing a machete, he would intimidate anyone who dared to complain, making trouble for the Qin family a deadly affair.
Therefore, Qin Chuan highly respected Brother Hu, considering him an uncle by seniority.
"Xiao Chuan, tell me, who do you want me to deal with today?" Brother Hu, in his early thirties, exuded menace, his fierce aura causing many in the room to retreat in fear.
This was the archetypal thug leader: ruthless and terse, cutting off limbs before asking questions.
"Brother Hu, it's him!" Qin Chuan pointed at Ning Xingchen with deep hatred.
Brother Hu gave Ning Xingchen a once-over, barely concealing his disdain.
"So you're Brother Hu? Frankly, you wouldn't last a single move against me," Ning Xingchen declared confidently, sure he could disable Brother Hu with one punch.
"You little shit, you're asking for death!" Brother Hu roared, his eyes flashing with cold fury as he raised his fist to strike Ning Xingchen.
"Sigh, I was going to spare you. Recognize me as your elder brother, and I'll teach you how to part your hair. But since you don't value your life, I guess I'll have to send you to your doom," Ning Xingchen shrugged, smiling nonchalantly.
Hearing this, Brother Hu was enraged, cursing the audacity of this boy who didn't know his place, daring to threaten him.
As Brother Hu launched his attack, his fury peaked, channeling all his strength into his punch. He already envisioned Ning Xingchen writhing in pain, teeth scattered on the floor.
"Brother Hu, kill him!" Qin Chuan shouted excitedly, happier than if he were fighting himself, swinging his fists in anticipation.
Lin Xun'er closed her eyes in fear. Ning Xingchen, though slim and seemingly weaker, couldn't possibly match Brother Hu's muscular, powerful frame.
However, Ning Xingchen stood still, his expression calm. Everyone thought he was paralyzed by fear, but some jeered, mocking his apparent terror.
Just as Brother Hu's fist was about to connect with Ning Xingchen's face...
Boom!
A loud crash reverberated, and time seemed to stop. Brother Hu's fist hung in the air, not even grazing Ning Xingchen.
Instead, Ning Xingchen's foot had landed on Brother Hu's chest, right over his heart.
Everyone was stunned, disbelief written on their faces. No one had seen Ning Xingchen move; his speed was incomprehensible.
Holy crap, how did Ning Xingchen do that? Could he be a hidden master?
"You wretch, you're unworthy to fight me. Your filthy hand should be chopped off and tossed into a slaughterhouse!" Ning Xingchen sneered. While ten men might not best Brother Hu, Ning Xingchen was different. He had one foot in the world of immortal cultivation, far beyond mere mortal limits.