Chapter 103: Is That It? A Master?

A total of ten old Santanas—five in front and five behind—surrounded Qin Tian’s business vehicle, completely blocking their way.

“Stay inside, don’t get out,” Qin Tian frowned. Could it be that the group taken away by the old man Kong earlier still had accomplices? Were they not willing to give up?

“It’s dangerous. You shouldn’t get out either,” Mi Xue instinctively grabbed Qin Tian’s arm as he was about to open the door.

This scene caught Jiang Yingying’s eye, causing her to knit her brows slightly.

Mi Xue’s parents exchanged a glance, suspicion flickering in their eyes.

“It’s fine, I’ll get out and check the situation. What if they’ve blocked the wrong people?” Qin Tian smiled reassuringly at Mi Xue.

He opened the car door and cautiously poked his head out, careful not to expose his whole body.

Suddenly, a black object swung toward his head. Qin Tian was startled and immediately ducked back inside, quickly shutting the door.

Bang!

A heavy metallic thud struck the car door from outside.

Qin Tian took a deep breath. These people were ruthless—coming straight at them without a word, as if wanting to kill. What grudge could be so deep?

“Get out of the car! Get out now!” Outside, the pounding on the door grew louder, accompanied by hurried footsteps.

It was clear their vehicle had been completely surrounded.

“What do we do? Call the police?” Jiang Yingying gripped her phone, ready to report.

“Yeah,” Qin Tian nodded. In a situation like this, it was best to leave it to Lin Jian and the others.

Yet the attackers seemed unwilling to wait for reinforcements. Iron rods rained down fiercely on the doors and windows.

Qin Tian frowned. Even though the vehicle had been specially reinforced, it couldn’t withstand such relentless blows!

If the doors gave way, everyone inside would be in danger.

“Driver, can we ram through?” Qin Tian asked.

“It’s completely blocked. If it were a long sprint, maybe we could break through. But now, no chance,” the driver shook his head.

“Who are you people?” Qin Tian shouted outside.

“We’re only looking for Qin Tian! Tell him to get out!” came the response.

Qin Tian was stunned. They were after him?

What was going on?

“Should I get out?” Qin Tian thought. These seemed like ordinary thugs; he should be able to handle them.

“No!” two voices echoed simultaneously—Mi Xue and Jiang Yingying.

They exchanged a glance, and Mi Xue lowered her head slightly.

“I think I should go,” Qin Tian decided. Since they were coming for him, he shouldn’t drag Mi Xue and Jiang Yingying into this.

He opened the door and stepped out. Jiang Yingying’s expression changed slightly but she said nothing. Mi Xue looked worried.

The group stepped back a bit as Qin Tian got out, but they still blocked his path.

“Let them go. I’m not leaving,” Qin Tian said, eyeing the roughly forty thugs. They seemed average in skill; he believed he could handle them.

The leader waved his hand, and a few men moved the cars blocking the way. The driver pressed the accelerator, and the business vehicle roared away.

Watching Mi Xue, Jiang Yingying, and the others leave safely, Qin Tian’s gaze returned to the thugs.

“Who sent you?” he asked.

“Kid, remember me?” a figure stepped forward, a smug sneer playing on his lips.

“Qiu Yintang?” Qin Tian was taken aback. He hadn’t expected it to be this guy.

“Good you remember! Today, I’m going to kill you!” Qiu Yintang growled with clenched teeth.

He had been scared twice by Qin Tian, leaving him impotent. He had suffered greatly to cure himself, and once healed, he asked his uncle Qiu Lang for reinforcements, including two top experts.

Today, he came to collect his debt from Qin Tian.

“Oh? With just these guys?” Qin Tian said with a playful smirk.

“Hmph! This time, I brought super experts—unimaginable masters. They can kill you with a single finger!” Qiu Yintang snorted coldly.

Qin Tian immediately sobered, no longer daring to underestimate them. The earlier lesson from those men with black leopard tattoos on their hands had taught him there were always people stronger than you.

“Today is the day you die!”

Qiu Yintang stepped back, and two lean men emerged from behind. The thugs formed a circle around them, like an arena.

Qin Tian narrowed his eyes. These two were indeed experts, but how strong exactly—he’d only know after fighting them.

“Kid, do you know who you’ve messed with?” one lean man said with a sly smile.

Before killing their prey, toying with them was his greatest pleasure.

“No,” Qin Tian shook his head.

The lean man’s expression darkened. Qin Tian should have looked terrified, but his calm demeanour irritated him.

“Listen up, you can’t afford to offend people from the capital! And the Qiu family from the capital? You definitely can’t afford that! Let me show you just how terrifying the Qiu family is!” he said fiercely.

“Alright, I’ll see for myself,” Qin Tian replied calmly, nodding.

Dealing with braggarts like this lean man called for a flat, emotionless response—it bruised their ego and left them frustrated.

Sure enough, the lean man flew into a rage, about to strike Qin Tian, but his companion stopped him.

“Killing you outright is too easy for you. I’ll take you back, chop you into a walking stick, and feed you pig slop every day,” the other lean man said.

“What era is this, killing on a whim? So childish,” Qin Tian scoffed.

“Die!” The two lean men charged without further words.

Qin Tian didn’t dare be careless. He threw two punches simultaneously—one to the left, one to the right—aimed at the two lean men.

He didn’t want to simply defend; he attacked to counter.

The two lean men sneered at his arrogance. They wanted Qin Tian to watch as they shattered his arms!

They were both eighth-grade masters—high-level within that rank.

Crack! Crack!

Two crisp sounds of bones breaking rang out, and then the two figures flew backward like kites cut loose.

Qiu Yintang’s mouth dropped open in disbelief, as did the ordinary thugs.

Even Qin Tian’s eyes widened in shock.

That’s it? Masters?

Qin Tian was dumbfounded. He had expected something formidable, but these two couldn’t even withstand one of his moves. No wonder he’d been so nervous earlier, fearing he was outmatched.