This kind of behavior could no longer be described as detestable; it was utterly despicable and shameless!
There was no bottom to their depravity!!
Anyone who heard about this incident, or saw a perfectly fine shop, which had only been open for a day, smashed to pieces and splattered with paint, felt indignant and regretful.
One could only imagine the fury of Qin Chuan and Li Ya, the owners.
Disrupting someone's livelihood was akin to murdering their parents, and the Guo family's despicable actions had completely crossed the line.
Qin Chuan exuded a chilling aura as he slowly crouched before the man, then reached out and tore off the tape stuck to his mouth.
*Rip!!*
As the tape came off, the man trembled all over from the pain, losing a lot of his beard and fine hairs in the process.
"Brother! Brother! It was my fault! I was wrong!!"
"Please, spare my life, we’ll never dare to do it again!"
"It was Guo Bao Kun who ordered us, it wasn’t what we wanted to do!"
The man was already terrified. Ignoring the pain in his mouth, he immediately started begging for mercy at the top of his lungs, his tears and snot streaming down his face.
He knew that this was not the time to be tough; the harder he was, the more he would suffer.
But his plea was met by a large, vein-bulging hand that seized his neck. The immense strength lifted the man's body and slammed him against the wall behind him with a dull thud.
The man's head spun, and stars danced before his eyes.
Qin Chuan's fingers slowly tightened around the man's neck. Then, he raised his other arm, formed it into a fist, and began to pound the man's stomach relentlessly.
*Bang!*
*Bang!*
*Bang!!*
Each punch was solid, a direct collision of fist and flesh, with no finesse whatsoever.
After only five or six blows, the man pressed against the wall began to turn purple. Because Qin Chuan was also gripping his throat with his other hand, he could only emit guttural groans like a beast, unable to even scream.
The piercing pain made his internal organs feel like they were shattering, and his eyes showed a look of utter terror.
At this moment, Paigu and Heizi, who had been watching the spectacle from the doorway, exchanged glances upon seeing Qin Chuan's ferocious beating style. Their initial swagger gradually faded, replaced by a look of solemnity.
Zheng Chengdao's eyes also narrowed slightly. He could tell that Qin Chuan's fighting technique was very professional, as if he had been specially trained, avoiding vital points while inflicting unbearable pain.
Only Li Ya, lacking expertise, looked relieved as she watched Qin Chuan beat the man.
Then, noticing that the man's eyes were starting to roll back, she quickly stepped forward to pull Qin Chuan back, fearing he might injure the man too badly and have to bear the responsibility.
Qin Chuan finally stopped, releasing his grip on the man's throat.
"Waa!!"
As soon as he let go, the man's body went limp and collapsed onto the floor, spewing foul waste from his mouth. The entire room became reeking, forcing people to cover their noses and retreat.
"Hey man, can you control yourself a bit when you're beating someone? The guy’s throwing up, it’s disgusting!"
Paigu, holding his nose, ran out and cursed. Heizi and Zheng Chengdao also followed him outside.
Li Ya, who had initially intended to stay with Qin Chuan, couldn't bear it any longer and ran out, covering her mouth and nose. Qin Chuan was left alone in the room with the other three.
Qin Chuan, seemingly unaffected by the stench, cast a fierce gaze at the faces of the other two…
Outside, the four heard sounds of wailing and crying from the room again. After a long, long time, everything finally quieted down.
Heavy footsteps echoed, and a figure emerged. In the dim light, one could see Qin Chuan’s fists and clothes were splattered with blood.
"Holy crap, man, you didn't kill him, did you?"
Seeing the blood, Heizi quickly asked.
Qin Chuan got some tissues from Li Ya, casually wiping the blood from his fists as he said lightly, "He won't die. I accidentally broke someone's nose and mouth, and it splattered all over me!"
With that, he threw away the used tissues, pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, and gave one to Zheng Chengdao, Heizi, and Paigu each.
In the dim light, four men stood with cigarettes in their mouths, smoking.
"Brother, where did you learn these fighting skills? You look like you've trained!"
In the silence, Paigu suddenly asked.
This question immediately drew the attention of Zheng Chengdao and Heizi, both staring intently at Qin Chuan.
"You could say that!"
Qin Chuan grinned, "I learned a few tricks from an old master in our village!"
In reality, Qin Chuan's fighting technique was something he learned in his previous life from a martial arts master. The man had taught him some fighting skills, and later Qin Chuan realized he was a descendant of the Baji school.
Although Qin Chuan never fully mastered the techniques, he could handle two or three people in a fight.
This was Qin Chuan's first time throwing a punch since his rebirth, and he had been pushed too far, completely enraged.
"I didn't expect it, so we're like-minded people!"
Paigu stepped forward and patted Qin Chuan on the shoulder.
Qin Chuan, his senses sharp, caught the hidden meaning. He widened his eyes, "Brother Paigu, what do you mean by that…"
"Allow me to introduce myself, my name is Bai Xiaoguang!"
Paigu said, then pointed to Heizi, "His name is Yao Dong. You already know Brother Dao, so there's no need for introductions!"
"I specialize in hidden weapons, Yao Dong practices fist techniques, and Brother Dao, of course, wields a saber!"
Qin Chuan listened, dumbfounded. Li Ya beside him was also stunned, her beautiful eyes wide.
"Are you very surprised?"
"What era are we in now, that people are still learning hidden weapons, saber techniques, and fist arts? It's like a wuxia novel!"
Heizi, also known as Yao Dong, stepped forward and said with a grin.
Qin Chuan nodded without hesitation.
"There's nothing to be surprised about. Paigu and I both come from family traditions, passed down from our ancestors! You can think of it like the combat techniques in the military today! Everyone knows one or two moves!"
"Of course, we're not experts or anything, just slightly better at fighting than ordinary people, that's all."
Qin Chuan heard this and looked enlightened.
China had a long history, with countless extraordinary individuals in the folk traditions. If one went back a few decades, there were indeed many folk masters and various schools.
For instance, there were Northern and Southern schools, and even in the decades to come, their traditions persisted.
The martial arts master he met in his previous life came from a place called Baji Men.
Other famous ones included Shaolin and Wudang.
It was currently 1998, and compared to later eras where martial arts inheritance became increasingly rare, it was not uncommon to encounter people like Bai Xiaoguang and Yao Dong at this time.
"Then what about you, Brother Dao? Which school do you belong to?"
Suddenly, Qin Chuan turned to ask Zheng Chengdao.