Chapter Thirty-Two: The Majestic Lion and the Fierce Tiger

"Watch out!"
Inside the car, Liu Molan saw a blade slashing toward Qin Yang’s back and couldn’t help but cry out. Qin Yang’s eyes narrowed; as he tried to turn, he suddenly saw the crew-cut man throw another knife. Qin Yang hurried to dodge, but he was too late to avoid the blade behind him. With a chilling sound, Qin Yang sucked in a sharp breath as a terrifying gash appeared on his back. Liu Molan’s face grew even paler at the sight, but Qin Yang, furious, roared and seized his assailant, smashing his fist down hard.

There was a crisp crack. Everyone shuddered in terror as blood gushed from the attacker’s mouth, Qin Yang’s fist pressed against his throat. By all accounts, that man was as good as dead.

"Damn it, I’ll absorb his soul," Qin Yang cursed inwardly, snatching the man’s knife and swinging it at another assailant.

His crazed fury sent the dozen or so attackers scattering in fear, none daring to approach. They seemed sure Qin Yang wouldn’t leave the car’s vicinity and started to circle, playing a war of attrition. They figured with the blood pouring from his back, he couldn’t last long. Standing by the car, Qin Yang’s gaze grew more terrifying. He grabbed one of the men who came too close and kicked him hard in the stomach, smashing his knee into the man’s face. After felling the man, Qin Yang fixed his murderous eyes on the crew-cut man, his killing intent intensifying.

What he hated most were those who struck when others were in trouble—especially in a brawl. He never minded playing dirty himself, but he despised those who let others fight while they lurked in the shadows, waiting for a cheap shot. And this bastard had just gotten him stabbed—unforgivable.

"Kid, you’ve wounded two and killed one. We can let this go. Leave Liu Molan and walk away," the crew-cut man said in a low voice, realizing this standoff would do him no good.

Qin Yang glared at him. "You’re negotiating with me? That knife you gave me—I’m putting it on your account. As long as I’m alive, I swear I’ll pay you back tenfold."

He spoke each word with deadly menace.

That dark aura around him seemed to thicken, making him look like the very reaper from hell. The crew-cut man shivered, a chill seeping into his bones.

"Just you? Let’s see how much blood you have left to spill," the crew-cut man sneered. "I’m telling you, today we’re taking Liu Molan, no matter what."

Outside, Liu Molan’s eyes brimmed with tears as she listened. Seeing the blood steadily streaming down Qin Yang’s back, she trembled inside. She tried to open the car door but found Qin Yang had just kicked it with force, the loud bang making her jump. He yanked the door open, pulled her out, and said in a low voice, "Stay behind me. I promise you won’t get hurt. Since I’m your driver, I’ll get you home safely."

Their car was blocked from front and back by vans; both sides were hemmed in by guardrails. There was no way to drive out—they could only fight their way through.

Seeing Qin Yang’s resolve, the crew-cut man gritted his teeth. "Get them! Don’t let them escape!"

"Qin Yang, just go," Liu Molan nearly sobbed. "They’re after me for money—they won’t kill me!"

"I don’t think so," Qin Yang replied coldly. "Besides, I’m a driver. If I don’t get you back, what face will I have?"

As he spoke, he kicked an approaching man, slashing his knife mercilessly across the attacker’s chest. He had no time for mercy now; hesitation would only bring disaster. He fought his way forward, keeping Liu Molan tightly behind him, blocking attacks and keeping a wary eye on the crew-cut man, who was clearly looking for a chance to deal a fatal blow. Qin Yang also couldn’t let Liu Molan run, as the crew-cut man had already assigned two men to block her escape.

Just then, a black sedan suddenly sped toward them, swerving in a flourish and braking hard to turn its nose forward. As the car stopped, a familiar figure leaped out, roared, and smashed his fist into one assailant’s head, sending blood flying. The burly man sneered, "Courting death!"

"Jungle Lion, Ji Liehu!"
The crew-cut man froze in terror, immediately halting his advance. He stared at the bear-like figure, his body trembling visibly.

"Brother, get in the car and rest for now. Leave these guys to me. In three minutes, I’ll take you to get patched up," Ji Liehu licked his lips, his wild, savage eyes forcing everyone back a few steps.

Qin Yang grinned, pulled Yang Yaxin behind him, and sneered, "If I were alone, I’d send them all to the underworld in two minutes."

"Arrogant enough," Ji Liehu laughed, then turned his fierce gaze on the crew-cut man. "Deng Qi, today I’ll collect some interest for your boss."

"Move!"

Deng Qi didn’t hesitate. He was clearly wary of Ji Liehu; with a shout, he tried to run. Ji Liehu sneered, his enormous body moving with a speed that defied belief. In a blink, he caught up to one of the fleeing men, grabbed him, and slammed him to the ground. Another burst of speed, and he was upon Deng Qi.

Crack.

A single, unadorned punch landed on Deng Qi’s back, the sharp sound of breaking bones sending the rest fleeing in panic. Seeing Deng Qi collapse, Ji Liehu didn’t bother with the small fry. Qin Yang helped Liu Molan into the car, then strode over to Deng Qi, knife in hand. He planted his foot on Deng Qi’s broken bones and sneered, "I told you, I’d pay you back tenfold."

"Hold on, brother," Ji Liehu intervened, his voice low. "Spare his life for my sake—I have a message for him to deliver."

Qin Yang snorted, tossed the knife aside, and squatted nearby to light a cigarette. Ji Liehu dragged Deng Qi away, said something to him, then threw him into one of the vans and returned.

"I’ll take you to the hospital," Ji Liehu said. "You really are something."

Qin Yang now felt waves of weakness wash over him. He rolled his eyes, staggered to the car, and slumped inside. Seeing his face so pale, Liu Molan hurriedly asked, "Qin Yang, are you alright?"

"Don’t worry, he’s like a cockroach—hard to kill," Ji Liehu said from the driver’s seat. He glanced at Liu Molan, gave Qin Yang a thumbs-up. "Your wife is really beautiful."

"I—I’m not," Liu Molan protested softly.

Ji Liehu grinned knowingly. "Not now, but you will be. Brother, you’ve got good taste."

"If you’d just shut up and drive me to the hospital, I’d thank your ancestors for eight generations," Qin Yang cursed through gritted teeth.