BANG!
With a muffled sound, Qin Heng's outstretched palm collided with the black monk's "claw."
CRACK! CRACK!
The sound of bones shattering filled the air, causing the onlookers' eyes to widen in shock.
"Hahaha! Song Ningran, look at this! Listen to this! This is the consequence of your disobedience. This little beast's hand has just been crushed!" Li Jiayi burst into laughter, filled with arrogant satisfaction.
However, in the next instant, his expression shifted from triumph to astonishment, a look of utter disbelief on his face.
RIP!
The air emitted a piercing roar. The black figure was sent flying as if hit by a high-speed vehicle, creating a dark shadow as it soared through the air!
Immediately after, BOOM! He slammed into a wall about seven or eight meters away, then embedded himself into it, hanging there broken and bleeding.
Qin Heng, however, stood relaxed in his original spot, completely uninjured.
For him, sending the black monk flying was as trivial as swatting a mosquito—effortless and easy. He smiled faintly and said, "The strength of ants, yet they dare to be presumptuous. Truly laughable."
"AAAHHH!!!"
The black monk hung on the wall, screaming in agony, his heart filled with fear and disbelief. His right hand's fingers were unnaturally twisted, the flesh battered, and bones protruded. The hand was clearly and utterly destroyed.
After a short moment, the residual Internal Force within him dissipated. With a thud, he fell from the wall, his head lolling to the side as he passed out.
Seeing this, Li Jiayi and Liu Keyun were stunned, at a loss for what to do.
It's over?!? This is it?!? The so-called King of Underground Boxing, who could tear apart tigers and leopards, was just sent flying by a slap from this young man and knocked out?!? What a joke!!
"Who on earth are you?!" Li Jiayi looked at Qin Heng in disbelief. Now, even a fool could see that Qin Heng was no ordinary person.
Such immense martial strength alone proved he was no mere high school student.
"Is my identity something you're in a position to question?" Qin Heng snorted coldly. He glanced at Li Jiayi dismissively, not with condescension, but as one would look at a completely lowly ant.
"You!" Li Jiayi felt like he was about to explode with anger, yet he didn't dare to act.
He had just been kicked by Qin Heng and was still in tremendous pain. The taste of blood filled his mouth, and he knew well that he was no match for Qin Heng.
"Young Master Li, this brat is just a good fighter, that's all." Liu Keyun leaned in and whispered to Li Jiayi, "Even the powerful Black Monk was just a Servant to someone as minor as me, a local snake. With your status and wealth, what kind of strong fighters can't you attract? Just a few words from you can ruin this boy's family... AHH!"
He hadn't finished his sentence when he was sent flying backward. A chair casually thrown by Qin Heng had hit him in the chest. He felt the wind rush into his ears, and his head roared.
He was thrown seven or eight meters away and fell to the ground, his body convulsing in spasms, his facial features twisted into a distorted expression.
PFFT! PFFT! Liu Keyun spat blood continuously, agony etched on his face.
The chair Qin Heng had thrown had broken an unknown number of his ribs and damaged his internal organs.
"Tianhai's top ten outstanding youths?" Qin Heng glanced at Liu Keyun and sneered. "More like the ten biggest idiots, I'm afraid. I'm standing right here, and you still dare to spout nonsense. You're simply asking for death."
"You! You! Don't come over here!" Li Jiayi's sanity completely collapsed. He stared at Qin Heng in utter terror and screamed, "I can give you money! As much as you want!"
Meng Huihui and her few companions were dumbfounded, watching Li Jiayi in disbelief.
Who could have imagined that the haughty and proud young master from a wealthy family, who just a moment ago seemed as if he controlled everything, had now ended up in such a state?
Song Ningran's expression showed a trace of relief, but her eyes still held an unshakable worry. She was acutely aware of how powerful the Tianlong Group was. If Qin Heng's family had no background, then no matter how satisfying this moment was, more severe troubles would surely follow.
BANG!
Just at that moment, the private room's door was flung open again. A somewhat balding middle-aged man came in; he was none other than Li Tianhu, the senior president of the Tianlong Group.
He immediately spotted Li Jiayi, covered in blood and screaming in terror, and charged over.
"Son! What happened to you?! Who did this to you?!" Li Tianhu embraced Li Jiayi, roaring like a mad, barking dog.
"Dad!" Seeing Li Tianhu was like seeing a savior for Li Jiayi. The twenty-year-old man actually burst into tears and began wailing. He pointed at Qin Heng and shouted, "Dad! You must avenge me! I want to kill this bumpkin nouveau riche! I want him dead!"
"That man is Li Tianhu!" Meng Huihui's face changed dramatically. She exclaimed as she quickly pulled Song Ningran, "Ran Ran, you'd better make this nouveau riche kneel and kowtow to apologize quickly! Otherwise, he really might not escape death!"
Although Li Tianhu was the senior president of the Tianlong Group, he was notorious for being ruthless and brutal. In the early years, when the Tianlong Group was on the rise, he was the one who carried out many of its shady operations.
In the shadows, Li Tianhu even held the nickname "Black Heart Tiger." Anyone who crossed him or his son hardly ever met a good end. All of them ended up with their families ruined, sometimes even dying without a complete corpse—a truly tragic fate.
"It's no use! You're finished! Done for!" Liu Keyun, curled up on the ground, struggled to speak, his expression filled with schadenfreude. He laughed loudly, "President Li has arrived! You're done for! Doomed! HAHAHA!"
Li Tianhu... this person really is Li Tianhu!
The other few girls and the two boys began shivering with fright upon seeing Li Tianhu. In their hearts, a man like Li Tianhu was an unreachable figure of immense power.
Merely one finger from him could effortlessly crush them to death!
At that moment, Li Tianhu also stood up, his fury reaching the heavens as he followed the direction his son indicated. Then he saw Qin Heng's face, which wore a smile that was not quite a smile.
Qin—Qin Heng?! Why is it him?!
Li Tianhu felt as if everything went dark before his eyes. He nearly passed out, completely dumbfounded. His heart pounded violently as intense fear permeated his entire being.
THUD!
Li Tianhu directly knelt before Qin Heng. Amid everyone's incredulous stares, he knocked his head on the floor several times, shouting, "Master Qin, my son was impudent! Please forgive him!"
Then, he suddenly stood up. Sweeping his hand, he grabbed a nearby high-legged stool and, with all his strength, smashed it down on Li Jiayi!
WHIZZ! WHIZZ!
The high-legged stools here were made of pure iron, cutting through the air with a piercing sound.
"AAHH!!"
Li Jiayi screamed in agony, feeling as though his eyes were about to split open.
CRACK!
The sound of bone shattering echoed. His entire arm, struck by the high-legged stool wielded by Li Tianhu, broke on the spot. It was completely distorted; the muscles split open, and blood gushed out, rendering the arm utterly useless.