Chapter 499: Chapter 487: Tenfold Return! _2

Clapping as he walked toward Qin Fan’s group, the middle-aged man with the ponytail sneered, "Oh right, and you! Kid, you were lucky last time—just a knife in the ass, right? What’s wrong? It’s only been a few days. Has the scar not even healed, and you’ve already forgotten the pain? Or do you think you’ll be luckier this time?"

With that, the middle-aged man pulled a folding knife from his pocket and pressed a button.

CLICK.

The blade, almost thirty centimeters long, sprang out.

"HAHA! HAHAHA!"

The moment Li Guofu began rubbing salt in the wound, the lackeys who had witnessed Li Qiuzhe get stabbed before all burst into riotous laughter.

"Fuck you! Bastard!" Clenching his fists, Li Qiuzhe hissed through gritted teeth.

"Was it you who slashed him last time?" Ignoring Li Qiuzhe’s fury, Qin Fan stepped forward and looked at Li Guofu.

"That’s right, it was me! I was aiming for his back, but what a pity! The moment I swung the knife, the kid got scared and fell over. So the slash went from his back to his ass! Now, now, let me guess. Last time, the bald guy brought that idiot kid to collect the debt. This time, you brought this one along. Are you trying to be the star of today’s show?"

Mockery spread across Li Guofu’s face as he laughed scornfully. His eyes held nothing but intense disdain.

This brat, who’s still wet behind the ears, thinks he can collect a debt from me? Shit! He must be itching for a beating, tired of living!

However, his arrogance didn’t last long. In the next moment, his eyes widened in horror.

As his vision blurred, the folding knife vanished from his hand. And that boy, the one Jiang Tao had thought seemed a bit sinister and menacing, was now holding that very knife to his neck?

It’s often said that kids in their teens and twenties are the craziest, the most reckless youths with no regard for the law. Faced with this sudden turn of events, Li Guofu panicked.

There were far too many examples of so-called bosses and kingpins dying at the hands of reckless youths like this! So many, in fact, that he couldn’t stop himself from trembling in fear.

"Brother, brother! We can talk about this! Let’s just talk!"

"Boss Fu!"

"Fuck you! Let go of Boss Fu!"

"You’re fucking asking for death! Let go of Boss Fu now!"

Seeing this sudden reversal, the burly young men in the card room glared at Qin Fan like enraged King Kongs and roared.

"Heh, Boss Fu, is it?" Qin Fan asked. "They say I’m asking for death. What do you think?"

He pressed the blade a little harder against the man’s skin, and fresh blood immediately oozed from Li Guofu’s neck.

"Goddammit, all of you, shut your mouths! SHUT UP!" Feeling the cold steel and the sharp, sudden pain on his neck, Li Guofu shrieked in terror before pleading, "Brother, brother, can you give me a chance to talk this out? We live in a harmonious society. Playing with knives and guns... a moment’s carelessness could ruin your entire life! Can you please put the knife down first? Whatever it is, we can talk it over, we can talk!"

He swallowed nervously again and again. All his previous arrogance was gone. The swagger he had when he slashed Li Qiuzhe was nowhere to be seen. At that moment, beads of cold sweat dripped from Li Guofu’s forehead.

"Fine," Qin Fan replied playfully.

But just as Li Guofu began to breathe a sigh of relief, Qin Fan suddenly drove his knee into the back of Li Guofu’s knee! As Qin Fan let go, Li Guofu let out a howl and pitched forward, falling face-first onto the ground.

"Boss Fu!"

"Boss Fu!"

"Boss Fu!"

Furious roars erupted at the sight, but no one dared to rush forward. After all, Li Guofu was still in harm’s way.

"Old Wolf!" Stepping one foot onto Li Guofu’s back, Qin Fan turned to Li Yunzhe.

"Ah! Yes, Big Brother, I’m here!" Li Yunzhe, unaccustomed to such scenes, stammered as he snapped back to his senses.

"Go. Treat these wastes of space like your personal punching bags. Knock every single one of them down for me," Qin Fan commanded, gesturing with his finger at the crowd still shouting for Boss Fu.

What the hell! Treat them like punching bags? Does he really think these guys are training dummies that won’t fight back? Yes, I come from a Martial Arts Family, but my half-assed skills are no match for over a dozen guys!

A look of distress crossed his face. "Big Brother, I—this—"

"Don’t worry," Qin Fan said, raising his foot. "If they dare to fight back, I’ll just double the punishment on our dear Boss Fu here." With that, he stomped down hard on Li Guofu’s back.

"AHHHH!!!"

A scream like that of a slaughtered pig echoed through the room. At that moment, the faces of Li Guofu’s lackeys turned deathly pale.

Hearing the threat, Li Yunzhe gritted his teeth. "Alright, Big Brother! I’ll go!"

With a word of assent, Li Yunzhe clenched his fists and shot forward. He leaped into the air, swung his fist, and aimed a vicious punch straight at a young man’s cheek.

The young man instinctively ducked the incoming fist. Li Yunzhe’s punch hit nothing but air.

"Dodging, are we? Fine. I’ll count that as fighting back," Qin Fan snorted coldly, once again raising his foot and slamming it down on Li Guofu’s back.

"AHH!! Goddammit, who dares to dodge?! I’ll enforce our rules! Let him hit you! LET HIM HIT!" Li Guofu shrieked amidst his pained howls.

"Fuck! You dare to dodge, you bastard?! I’ll fuck you up!" Li Yunzhe cursed furiously after his missed punch and began swinging his fists again.

This time, with Li Guofu’s orders ringing in their ears, no one dared to move. A series of thuds, like a drumbeat, filled the main hall of the card room.

Left hook, right hook, straight punch. Face, abdomen, chest.

Unable to dodge or fight back, the henchmen truly became Li Yunzhe’s personal training dummies. After a full few minutes of being beaten, they finally collapsed one by one as Li Yunzhe dripped with sweat. Each lay on the ground, bruised and swollen, gritting their teeth and glaring with hate-filled eyes.

"Big Brother, mission accomplished!" Li Yunzhe said, panting slightly as he walked back to Qin Fan’s side.

"Mm," Qin Fan smiled in response. He then looked at Li Qiuzhe. "Boss, come over here."

GULP. GULP.

As if he already knew what was about to happen, Li Qiuzhe swallowed hard and slowly walked toward Qin Fan, his nerves stretched taut. "F-F-Fourth Brother!"

"Take the knife. Didn’t he slash you last time? Here. ’Tenfold Return.’ Do him in." Qin Fan held the folding knife out to Li Qiuzhe, his voice flat.

The muscles in Li Qiuzhe’s face twitched. The light in his eyes flickered. Only when the moment for his Tenfold Return truly arrived did Li Qiuzhe realize how much courage he lacked to take the knife.

Stab someone! Ten times! He had never imagined a day like this would come. The firm resolve for revenge he’d felt back in the dorm began to waver in this instant.

He began to swallow faster and faster. Under the dual assault on his mind and nerves, fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

"No, no, no! I’m Young Master Bao Qiudong’s maternal uncle! You can’t cut me!" Hearing he was about to be cut ten times, Li Guofu, still pinned under Qin Fan’s foot, began to scream hysterically.

At this point, he had no choice but to use Young Master Bao Qiudong’s name. However, he overlooked one thing: since his opponents had dared to seek him out again and again, how could they possibly not know about his background, which was practically an open secret in Jinling?

Most importantly, the bruised and swollen bald man hadn’t said a single word this whole time.

Qin Fan completely ignored Li Guofu’s shrieks. He didn’t force Li Qiuzhe. Instead, he just smiled faintly, waiting for his answer.

Whether to take the knife, whether to cut, the choice was entirely up to Li Qiuzhe. Qin Fan afforded him absolute respect.