Chapter 500: Chapter 488: Extreme Martial World Philosophy!

One minute. Two minutes. Three minutes passed.

Li Guofu’s shrieking continued.

He tried to use the intimidating reputation of Young Master Bao Qiudong to shatter Li Qiuze’s unsteady nerve, but he was gravely mistaken. As far as Li Qiuze was concerned, he had no idea who this Bao Qiudong was—just some random schmuck. In contrast, Li Guofu’s incessant shrieking was starting to make his temper flare!

WHOOSH—!

His eyes flashed red.

The next second, Li Qiuze abruptly wiped the sweat from his face. With a ferocious expression, he took the knife Qin Fan held out to him!

"You motherfucker! Keep screaming! Go on, scream your fucking head off! You hacked me last time! You mocked me, right? I’ll give you something to mock about!"

He roared madly, brandishing the folding knife with its thirty-centimeter blade. After Qin Fan smilingly removed his foot from Li Guofu’s back, Li Qiuze lunged like a madman, hacking down on Li Guofu’s back as he struggled to push himself halfway up.

One slash descended! A gaping wound opened up!

"Ah!"

His body, thoroughly ravaged by wine and women, collapsed under the force of the blow. Feeling the tearing sensation on his back, Li Guofu threw his head back and let out a tragic scream.

As Bao Qiudong’s maternal uncle, he may not have been a high-flyer, but he wasn’t a total failure either. He’d spent his life eating, drinking, and whoring away his time, but hiding behind the prestige of Young Master Bao had kept him safe for years. Being beaten, let alone hacked with a knife, was completely out of the question! If not for a blood feud over a stolen wife or a murdered father, who in Jinling, or even all of Jiangsu and Zhejiang, would dare to provoke Young Master Bao? Keep in mind, this was a man even a prominent figure like Chang Yuanyi wouldn’t fucking dare to cross! And now, he was being attacked by these two reckless fools?

Seeing the bloody gash on Li Guofu’s back, the goons Li Yunzhe had beaten down started screaming "Boss Fu!" over and over, their faces red and necks bulging. However, at that moment, yelling was all they could do.

With that one slash, Li Qiuze seemed to have invisibly hacked through the tangled mess in his own heart. His red eyes grew increasingly terrifying.

"You motherfucker! Boss Fu, is it? Today, I’m gonna chop you from a rich boss into a rich dog!" he roared viciously, then bent and swung the knife a second time.

"When you hacked at me, didn’t you call me a coward? Didn’t you tell me to go home to my mommy? Well today, I’m not drinking milk, I’m drinking your fucking blood with your own knife!

SLASH—another cut!

"You asked me what part of me looks like a boss? Huh?! Well, I’m fucking asking you now, what part of me *doesn’t* look like a boss! You motherfucker!"

SLASH—and another!

The more he hacked, the crazier he became. The crazier he became, the more he yelled. As spittle flew from his mouth, Li Qiuze unreservedly unleashed all the pent-up frustration hidden deep within his heart.

With each successive slash, Li Guofu, his back a crisscrossing mess of bloody wounds, finally stopped struggling. He no longer had the strength.

Now completely covered in his own blood, he never imagined it would come to this. To think that he, with a top-tier young master as his backer and on his own turf, would be butchered so badly he couldn’t even move. It was unimaginable not just to him; if word got out, no one on the streets of Jinling would believe it!

Nearby, watching Li Qiuze’s frenzied shouting and wild slashing, the corners of Qin Fan’s mouth gradually curled into a smile.

What is the fastest way for a man to mature? Stimulation. That’s right, stimulation! At this moment, under this intense stimulation, Li Qiuze has undoubtedly unleashed the inner wolf hidden deep inside him! Based on my knowledge and understanding of him from my past life, this is his true calling: walking the fine line between the criminal underworld and the legitimate world, laughing on the very edge of the law. Many might think such a life is fraught with risk, where one careless misstep leads to an early grave in the Netherworld or a lifetime behind bars. And they wouldn’t be wrong; those words capture the essence of this path. If I hadn’t returned with the power of the Shura Venerable, if I were just an ordinary Reborn, I wouldn’t just refrain from supporting Li Qiuze on this path—I would have done everything in my power to stop him! But now, with a mountain like me secretly backing him, how could Li Qiuze possibly end up dying young or rotting in prison?

"Big Brother, what are you smiling at?" Li Yunzhe asked in astonishment when he saw the smile playing on Qin Fan’s lips.

"Nothing much. I’m just seeing the real Li Qiuze," Qin Fan said cryptically, then walked over to Li Qiuze, who had just thrown his knife to the ground.

The real Li Qiuze? Behind him, Li Yunzhe was completely dumbfounded. What the hell does that mean? What ’real Li Qiuze’? Does that mean the Brother Qiuze from before was a fake?

Utterly bewildered, Li Yunzhe and the bald man followed after him.

"Old Fourth, is he... is he going to die?" As the madness subsided, Li Qiuze started to panic, looking at the motionless Li Guofu.

"I doubt it. You didn’t hit any vital organs. Besides, so what if he dies? Boss, you need to remember one thing: this world’s rules will always be dictated and dominated by the strong! An eye for an eye and a debt for a debt are the same principle, but how many people get away with not paying what they owe? Heh! This is the Martial World, a place where life is cheap by its very nature. Sanctions? Those are just tools used against the weak," Qin Fan said with a smile, instilling these extreme ideologies. It was as if they weren’t in a harmonious society with a sound legal system where the arm of the law is long and inescapable, but rather on the brutal Cangqiong Continent, a place of survival-of-the-fittest where a single general’s success is built on the bones of ten thousand.

But then again, that’s just how it is. Every world is the same. Where there are people, there is a Martial World. Where there is light, there is darkness. That is an immutable truth. It’s just that the current era has cloaked the rot and darkness in a veneer of superficial harmony.

"Mr. Qin is absolutely right. You hit the nail on the head! Brother Qiuze, this is how the world works, this is the Martial World! Who in this line of work doesn’t have blood on their hands? Who doesn’t have lives in their grasp? Maybe some don’t, but they don’t last long. Which powerhouse isn’t standing on a mountain of bones?" The bald man, who seemed to be deeply moved by Qin Fan’s words after a long silence, stepped out from behind him. He spoke reverently, looking at Li Guofu’s mangled back with a face completely unfazed, as if he had seen such sights countless times before.

Taking a deep breath, Li Qiuze reached up and rubbed his face, the muscles still trembling. After calming himself slightly, he said, "I get it. It’s just going to take a moment to adjust. I’m sure I’ll get used to it." 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

After a pause, his tone shifted. "Old Fourth, let me guess your next move."

"Go on, tell me," Qin Fan said with a smile, holding his hands out in a welcoming gesture.

Li Qiuze stared directly into Qin Fan’s eyes and said nervously, "You’re going to give Li Guofu a chance to make a phone call. You’re going to use that ’Young Master Bao’ he has in his corner to make my opening statement to the Jinling underworld! That loan-sharked debt, with its compounding interest, is the first shot. Am I right?"

He anxiously awaited Qin Fan’s nod, desperate for his intelligence to be validated.