Chapter 70 - 70 70 Familiar Version _1

Chapter 70: 70, Familiar Version _1 Chapter 70: 70, Familiar Version _1 Quan Mingxuan chuckled lightly, but deep down he started to worry. He knew that Jian Qing was skillful, but he didn’t expect her to be so agile. If it were him, he probably wouldn’t last a round against her.

Jian Qing, too mysterious, she was like a riddle.

And how much did Jingwu really know about her?

Zhao Cai, looking at his men squirming in pain on the floor, had a twisted face, his eyes like a venomous snake, glaring viciously at Jian Qing. “You bitch, do you even know who I am? Let me tell you, if you know what’s good for you, knee down and apologize immediately. Otherwise, I will make sure you won’t live to see the sun tomorrow.”

Everyone was stunned, looking at Zhao Cai as if he was an idiot. Were his eyesight, or his brain, faulty?

The situation clearly showed that she had the upper hand. Where did he find the audacity to say such shameless words?

Did he really think his father was the Jade Emperor who could rule everything?

Han Yue and Quan Mingxuan suddenly felt a low pressure coming from the side and instinctively moved away.

Uhm…

King Yama is going to get angry, they’d better stay clear.

It seems like all the efforts of the Qing Gang boss in his lifetime are going to be ruined by his unworthy son.

Jian Qing, with her mouth curving dangerously deeper, looked at him lightly. “Whether I will see tomorrow’s sun or not is none of your business. Nonetheless, I can assure you one thing: you won’t see tomorrow’s sun.”

“You– You’re courting death!” Zhao Cai’s eyes turned red. He picked up overturned chair on the floor, his thick lips revealing a cruel smile.

If she doesn’t know what’s good for her, then he will send her to meet King Yama.

The silver-backed chair shimmered under the light, his bulky body quivering as he ran. The chair in his hand was hurled towards Jian Qing’s head.

With this force, it will definitely split her head open.

People reflexively closed their eyes. Some of the women in the crowd couldn’t help but scream, then they turned their heads, not daring to look any longer.

Jian Qing’s eyes narrowed slightly, one hand in her pocket, standing still on the spot. The people around thought she was scared, and their hearts skipped a beat because of that.

Seeing her unmoving, Zhao Cai grew more confident, screaming hysterically as the chair in his hand came closer to Jian Qing’s head.

Jian Qing’s fingertips moved slightly, and the corner of her eyes inadvertently collided with his deep purple eyes. The dark, clear eyes turned, rippling slightly.

She withdrew the foot she was about to step out, and stood there calmly and unhurriedly.

“Cough– Who–”

The collar of his neck suddenly tightened. Zhao Cai felt a chill rushes from his toes towards his head, his toes slightly off the ground; his entire body was picked up like a chick.

“Let go, cough, who is it?” His neck strangled by his clothes, Zhao Cai’s face turned red, he had some difficulty in speaking.

“Bang–”

He couldn’t hold onto the chair in his hand. It fell heavily to the ground, waking the crowd.

“Hiss–”

Seeing the three men who suddenly appeared here, especially the one holding Zhao Cai, the crowd took a sharp breath.

“Is this Lord Jing? Am I seeing it right?”

“Um… I guess I’m not mistaken. There is also Quan Mingxuan and Han Yue.”

In Beijing, everyone knows that the massive Dihao Bar is their territory. Seeing Han Yue and Quan Mingxuan here was nothing strange, but being able to see Jingwu was an unusual event.

Zhao Cai really picked the worst moment to cause trouble, now that Jingwu caught him in the act, even the Emperor himself couldn’t save him.

Listening to the crowd’s discussion, Zhao Cai’s struggle became weaker, and his face turned pale all at once.

Quan Jingwu raised his eyes to look at the woman opposite him. Seeing her still smiling, he was instantly filled with rage.

Unable to deal with his wife, his anger was directly vented on the poor guy in his hand. He hurled Zhao Cai violently. The fat body crashed into the table, and immediately, the things on the table shattered onto the floor, startling everyone.

“Ah–”

The shattering bottles of wine and glasses sprayed everywhere. The fragments trapped under Zhao Cai pierced into his skin, and his experiencing of the stinging pain was clear on his face.

“Hehe!” Han Yue casually placed his hand on Quan Mingxuan’s shoulder, listening to Zhao Cai’s pig-like wailing, he laughed heartily.

Tut, tut, he can’t even stand this, won’t he faint later?

He never questioned his best friend’s means.

Catching his breath, Zhao Cai struggled to raise his head, meeting those cold, flickering purple eyes, he shrank his neck.

“Lord Jing, I…”

Seeing that cold handsome face, Zhao Cai’s attempt to explain was immediately choked in his throat, his face could only be described as tearful.

“Han Yue, help me. All of this was done by that woman. Look, my men are all hurt by her.” Zhao Cai saw Han Yue and started begging with tears and a runny nose.

While speaking, Zhao Cai didn’t forget to pull Jian Qing into the matter, completely unaware that a certain person’s face beside him turned even blacker.

Han Yue shrugged and smiled brightly, “Sorry, I can’t help you. You’d better ask that lord over there.”

Zhao Cai, trembling, turned his head to look at Quan Jingwu. Just one glance almost made him pee his pants. “Lord Jing, I…”

Before he could finish, Quan Jingwu’s purple eyes darkened suddenly, and he kicked hard at Zhao Cai’s stomach.

“Uh–”

Immediately, Zhao Cai felt like his eyes were going to bulge out; a muffled groan emitted from his mouth as he was sent flying backwards. Everyone in the room watched, and in a few seconds they heard a loud thud.

“Bang–”

The crowd silently looked away, unwilling to watch, feeling sympathetic. It was too gruesome.

That one kick from Quan Jingwu showed no mercy. Blood kept spilling from Zhao Cai’s mouth, his originally slightly ugly face was now bruised and swollen. One look and anyone would have nightmares for a whole night.

Um…

The situation felt familiar; where did they see a version of it before?

Avoiding a certain person’s gaze, Jian Qing helped Xiya up, intending to leave.

Now, no one dared to block her path. Quan Jingwu watched as she ignored him and walked towards the door. His handsome face darkened, and he moved to follow her.

“Han Yue, why did you come here? You made us girls search hard for you.” The ladies who had just surrounded Han Yue in the private room chased after them, seeing Han Yue and Quan Mingxuan, they responded with seductive smiles, making the men around them feel weak.

“Quan Mingxuan, let’s go back and drink.” A lady with a soft look kept rubbing herself against him. Quan Mingxuan, unlike the playboy Han Yue, pushed the woman away with a smile.

“Han Yue, is Lord Jing leaving so early?” A soft and boneless voice rang out, successfully making Jian Qing halt her steps.