The man’s eyes were filled with terror after taking a solid slap.
Seeing their boss kneeling, it was evident how powerful Han Ling’s backing was.
“I’m sorry, it was my fault. Can you forgive me?” the man pleaded, enduring the pain.
Slap!
Han Ling struck him again.
Watching Han Ling’s actions, Qin Hanchu shook his head.
He then got up and walked to Han Ling’s side, saying, “Slapping is pointless. Let me help you.”
As he spoke, Qin Hanchu placed his palm on the man’s shoulder.
The palm strike seemed gentle, but the man let out a pig-like scream.
Immediately after, Qin Hanchu kicked the man’s knee.
The man screamed again and collapsed to his knees.
His shoulder and knee were both ruined.
For the rest of his life, he would be a cripple.
“Now that’s what I call punishment,” Qin Hanchu said with a smile.
Han Ling’s face was pale.
She was just an ordinary person, after all, and didn’t dare to be so ruthless.
“The Marquis Champion is right, that’s real punishment,” the boss quickly agreed from the side.
Marquis Champion!
The man’s face contorted in pain.
When he heard the title Marquis Champion, even his pain dulled slightly.
How was this possible?
Han Ling was just an ordinary person; how could she be connected to the Marquis Champion?
“He’s just a minor henchman. The truly hateful one is you!”
A killing intent flashed in Qin Hanchu’s eyes.
Just as the boss was about to beg for mercy, Qin Hanchu struck him with a palm from mid-air.
Puff!
With a mouthful of blood spewing out, the boss’s heart meridian was severed on the spot.
“Let’s go.” With that, Qin Hanchu walked out.
At this moment, Han Ling was deeply shaken.
Was having strength and power truly that terrifying?
To them, this boss was an extremely formidable existence.
But before Qin Hanchu, he was like an ant, without even a chance to beg for mercy.
Under the terrified gazes of the other subordinates, Qin Hanchu and Han Ling left the bar.
On the way, Qin Hanchu entered a large pharmacy.
When he came out, he had two large bags of medicinal herbs in his hands.
“What is this for?” Han Ling asked curiously.
“Didn’t I say? I’m going to help you transform,” Qin Hanchu replied.
Han Ling had initially thought Qin Hanchu was joking, but she didn’t expect him to actually treat her.
“There’s really no need to waste time,” Han Ling said with a touch of despair.
Qin Hanchu smiled, “Just think of yourself as a guinea pig. I need to verify my medical skills.”
Hearing this, Han Ling really wanted to retort to Qin Hanchu.
But considering Qin Hanchu’s identity and strength, she could only back down.
Led by Han Ling, Qin Hanchu arrived at her home.
Five hours later, Qin Hanchu placed a bowl of dark herbal paste in front of Han Ling.
“Apply it to your face, and peel it off after three hours.”
Qin Hanchu instructed.
Han Ling looked at the paste in the bowl, saying with some reluctance, “Will this work?”
“With my medicated paste, you’ll transform from Guan Yu into Diao Chan!”
“Besides, can your appearance get any worse?”
Qin Hanchu added.
Han Ling glared at Qin Hanchu, her eyes seeming to spew fire, “If you weren’t the Marquis Champion, I would curse you out.”
Qin Hanchu chuckled, “Hurry up and apply it. I guarantee you’ll be reborn.”
Han Ling picked up a spatula and applied the paste to her face.
Although Qin Hanchu’s words were harsh, they were the truth.
How much worse could her situation get?
Trying it wouldn’t hurt.
Before long, Han Ling’s entire face was covered in the dark paste.
As the paste cooled, Han Ling’s face felt increasingly tight.
“It’s so itchy!” Han Ling was about to scratch her face when Qin Hanchu sealed her acupoints.
Not only could Han Ling not move, but she couldn’t even make a sound.
At this moment, Han Ling felt as if she were undergoing torture.
The pain and itching on her face made her feel like life was worse than death.
Qin Hanchu’s expression remained unchanged, showing no pity.
Seeking beauty, how could it be easy?
Compared to Han Ling’s suffering, Qin Hanchu was much more joyful.
Watching a comedy show and eating Han Ling’s snacks, he was living the high life.
Three hours passed quickly.
Qin Hanchu then unsealed Han Ling’s acupoints.
“Marquis Champion, I have no quarrel with you. Why are you tormenting me like this?” Han Ling asked angrily once she regained her ability to speak.
Qin Hanchu smiled, “First, peel off the paste, then see the results before you speak.”
“What if it doesn’t work?” Han Ling inquired.
“If it doesn’t work, I’ll marry you,” Qin Hanchu said, confident in his medical skills.
Qin Hanchu’s answer stunned Han Ling.
Snapping back to reality, Han Ling hurried into the bathroom.
The paste now resembled peeling plaster.
Han Ling gently peeled it off, and a piece fell away.
Following that, other pieces also detached.
Taking a deep breath, Han Ling lifted her head.
When she saw herself in the mirror, she was shocked into stillness.
Was the person in the mirror really her?
Han Ling touched her cheeks in disbelief.
The smooth, bouncy texture felt like a dream.
Even the previous dark spots had vanished.
Without the dark spots and blemishes, Han Ling’s beauty was fully revealed.
She was even more stunning than Meng Qianqian.
“Is this really my face?”
Emerging from the bathroom, Han Ling asked Qin Hanchu incredulously.
Han Ling’s newfound beauty made Qin Hanchu pause slightly.
The difference was simply worlds apart.
His judgment was indeed correct; Han Ling had good underlying features, which were only ruined by the blemishes and dark spots.
“Did I replace your head?” Qin Hanchu asked with a smile.
Receiving Qin Hanchu’s answer, Han Ling returned to the bathroom again.
Looking at herself in the mirror, Han Ling felt as if she were dreaming.
She was afraid the dream would end.
Just then, Qin Hanchu arrived at the bathroom door and said, “I should be going. In the future, when you choose a boyfriend, you need to be more discerning.”
“Let me treat you to another meal.”
Han Ling knew they were from two different worlds and that Qin Hanchu was just a benefactor in her life.
Qin Hanchu had first helped her resolve her debts, and now he had helped her “transform.” She wanted to express her sincere gratitude.
“Alright, I am indeed a little hungry.”
Qin Hanchu did not refuse and agreed with a smile.
At half-past six in the afternoon, they entered a hot pot restaurant.
While they were eating, Qin Hanchu spotted an acquaintance.
It was Zhong Jia’er.
Zhong Jia’er was with friends at the time.
When Qin Hanchu saw her, she also saw him.
Seeing Qin Hanchu dining there unharmed, Zhong Jia’er’s eyes were filled with shock.
Qin Hanchu had killed Chong Wenbin; had the Chong family not sought revenge?
Zhong Jia’er wanted to go over and greet Qin Hanchu, but thinking of her past actions, she was overwhelmed with guilt.
Zhong Jia’er turned her head away, pretending not to see Qin Hanchu.
Qin Hanchu didn’t mind; he and Zhong Jia’er had only met once.