"It's over, it's over. It must be the Zhang family and the Chen family who asked the Mad Tiger Society to take action, which is why the Mad Tiger Society went straight to our Zhao family."
The young man was deathly pale and trembling with fear.
"Zhao Jie, you coward!" the old man roared. "They came for Young Master Ye, so what are you afraid of? You're just making a fool of yourself."
"I..."
Zhao Jie was speechless, then suddenly realized what was happening and his face turned red.
"Ye Qiu, come down and face your death."
Just then, a loud shout came from outside.
"I'll go down and take a look."
Ye Qiu got up, walked straight out of the room, and headed downstairs.
Zhao Churan followed closely behind, very worried.
When Ye Qiu arrived at the Zhao family's gate, he saw a bald, burly man leading more than two hundred men, carrying knives, spears, and clubs, who had surrounded the gate with great imposing force.
"Young Master Ye, it's been many years. You've become even more handsome, and you look more and more like your mother. Tsk tsk, back in the day, your mother was considered one of the most beautiful women in Qianzhou. Even I, Zhou Qinghu, couldn't help but fantasize about her several times. What a pity. If I had known she would die back then, I should have forced myself on her earlier."
Zhou Qinghu, holding a Guan Gong sword, stared at Ye Qiu with a half-smile.
"Haha, big brother, why don't we go dig up the grave and take a look?" one of the underlings shouted.
"Get lost, what's so fun about that cold bunch of bones?" Zhou Qinghu glared at his underling.
Ye Qiu frowned. Originally, it didn't matter whether or not this leader of the Fierce Tiger Society was killed, but now, Zhou Qinghu had no choice but to die.
Zhou Qinghu stared at Ye Qiu, and seeing that Ye Qiu didn't speak, he lost his patience: "Brothers, kill him, chop him into mincemeat, and our forty million will be in our hands. Whoever cuts him down first will get an extra ten thousand."
"kill."
In an instant, a group of people rushed towards Ye Qiu, jostling each other.
"To catch the thief, first catch the king," Ye Qiu thought without hesitation and took a few steps forward.
Bang bang bang...
His hands moved with lightning speed and immense force, sending the first few people who rushed up flying.
Before Zhou Qinghu could react, Ye Qiu was already in front of him.
Bang.
Ye Qiu struck him with a palm strike, hitting the arm holding the sword.
"hiss."
Zhou Qinghu gasped in pain, and the Guan Gong sword immediately slipped from his hand, only to be caught by Ye Qiu.
Ye Qiu raised his knife and held it to Zhou Qinghu's neck.
Zhou Qinghu shuddered and was forced to his knees with a thud. He hurriedly shouted, "Stop! Don't fucking move!"
"Brother Tiger."
"Tiger, are you alright?"
The group of underlings looked at each other, too afraid to move.
Zhou Qinghu cautiously raised his head, stared at Ye Qiu, and said in a deep voice, "Young Master Ye, I didn't expect you to be so skilled. It's truly admirable. This time, the three major families paid me forty million to take action. Don't get agitated. Let's talk this out. I can give you that forty million privately, and we can call it even."
"Go and talk to the King of Hell."
Ye Qiu exerted a slight force, and Guan Gong's Blade instantly severed Zhou Qinghu's head, a blood-stained head flying far, far away.
The two hundred-plus people were terrified, and their faces changed drastically.
"He...he actually killed Tiger?"
Zhao Jie's eyes widened in disbelief.
"Brothers, charge! Avenge Tiger!"
A man with a full beard roared.
"Anyone who isn't afraid of death can come up and fight." Ye Qiu spoke coldly, standing with his sword drawn, like a war god. With just one sentence, he intimidated the entire audience.
More than two hundred people trembled with fear, and not one dared to move.
"Take Zhou Qinghu's corpse and get out of here."
Ye Qiu roared again.
The group dared not linger any longer and scattered in all directions.
Seeing this, Zhao Churan was overjoyed. Brother Ye Qiu was really awesome.
She thought the storm was over and was about to step forward when a cold voice suddenly rang out: "Killing Chen Yun, destroying Zhang Tao, and now beheading Zhou Qinghu, Ye Qiu, you have a blood debt to repay, enough to keep you in jail for life."
As the sound rang out, a man clad in silver armor strode in, leading a group of soldiers.
Beside this man were Chen Xiao, the second-in-command of the Chen family, and Zhang Dequan, the second-in-command of the Zhang family.
Seeing the large commotion, Zhao Churan turned pale with fright: "Brother Ye Qiu, they seem to be the people of the Prefect of Qianzhou. You should leave quickly."
"Do you think you can leave?" Zhang Dequan sneered. "Ye Qiu, you little brat, you didn't expect we could invite Commander Sun from under the Prefect's command, did you? Tonight, you won't be able to escape."
The governor of Qianzhou commanded 100,000 troops, divided into ten commanders, each with 10,000 soldiers. Each of them was a prominent figure in Qianzhou.
Commander Sun stared intently at Ye Qiu, his expression arrogant: "Will you surrender on your own, or will we arrest you?"
As he spoke, Commander Sun slightly raised his hand.
Behind him, hundreds of people saw the gesture and immediately raised their guns, the dark muzzles all pointed at Ye Qiu.
Ye Qiu remained completely unperturbed, showing no interest in these weapons. He coldly remarked, "It seems that the Prefect of Qianzhou was also involved in the destruction of my Ye family back then."
“In Qianzhou, the prefect has the final say. Kid, you were lucky to survive five years ago, but now your days are numbered.” Commander Sun immediately ordered, “Take him down.”
In an instant, a dozen soldiers carrying guns approached Ye Qiu.
Ye Qiu took a deep breath, just as he was about to unleash his fury, when a silvery laugh suddenly rang out.
"Who's playing tricks?"
Commander Sun's expression was gloomy.
"Commander Sun, is the Prefect of Qianzhou very powerful? I wonder if the Prefect of Qianzhou has the ability to kill me, Murong Qingcheng?"
As the words were spoken, a figure of unparalleled elegance descended from the sky.
The newcomer had long, flowing hair, fair skin, and was dressed in white, like a goddess descending to earth.
Ye Qiu's spirits lifted when he saw the person who arrived...
"It's you?" Commander Sun's pupils shrank: "Murong Qingcheng, the Prefect and your Xueyu Group have always kept to themselves. I advise you not to interfere. This matter has nothing to do with you."
"Is it alright?" Murong Qingcheng swayed her slender waist as she walked step by step to Ye Qiu's side.
Under everyone's watchful eyes, Murong Qingcheng stretched out her delicate hand and suddenly hooked it around Ye Qiu's neck, smiling as she said, "Ye Qiu is my junior brother, Commander Sun. Would you say this relationship is intimate enough?"
Upon hearing this, Commander Sun's expression changed drastically. He was incredulous and opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.
"Senior sister, I didn't expect to see you here."
Ye Qiu smiled gently.
"You heartless bastard! You know your senior sister is in Qianzhou, but you don't come to find her. Are you not going to take responsibility for her?" Murong Qingcheng pinched Ye Qiu.
Ye Qiu winced in pain: "Third Senior Sister, what responsibility are you going to take? Don't talk nonsense."
Upon hearing this, Murong Qingcheng stared at Ye Qiu with a resentful expression: "Am I talking nonsense? Three years ago, when I went back to see my master, you held me and slept with me all night, and then you just left me there?"
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