Chapter 111: The Gaze of Death

Ever since seeing Old Man Kong terrify those thugs with black leopard tattoos into unconsciousness with a single glare at Mi Xue’s concert, Qin Tian had been diligently practicing his own "Glaring Kill."

This "Glaring Kill" wasn't meant for comedy; it was incredibly practical. Against weaker enemies, a single look was enough to scare them out of their wits. It was akin to one's aura of dominance; if your presence was strong enough, a glance alone could strike terror into hearts. The ancient emperors who could make their ministers kneel with a mere stare operated on much the same principle. It was the crushing weight of a superior’s presence over an inferior.

Pei Zhijun subconsciously took a step back; Qin Tian’s gaze was truly terrifying.

"Who the hell are you?" Being from a prominent family, Pei Zhijun swallowed hard and mustered the courage to shout.

"I’m your father’s older brother’s father," Qin Tian replied indifferently.

"My father's older brother's father?" Pei Zhijun pondered this for a long time, completely baffled, until one of his lackeys whispered in his ear. "Brother Pei, your father's older brother's father is your grandfather. He's taking advantage of you!"

"Damn it! Are you tired of living?" Pei Zhijun kicked a plastic stool aside.

"You'll have to pay for that if you break it," Qin Tian said, frowning.

"Pay? In this university town, who dares ask me to pay? I’ll stomp on it! Stomp! Stomp!" Pei Zhijun ran over and began violently trampling the plastic stool he had kicked.

Qin Tian broke into a cold sweat. Was this guy really that childish? How did he even make it to adulthood?

"Brother Tian, you should go. We'll get together another time," Tang Bo said, blocking Qin Tian and pushing him back.

"Xiao Bo, since you call me brother, your troubles are my troubles. Tell me, what is going on here?" Qin Tian asked.

"Brother Tian, I..." Tang Bo hesitated, unable to speak.

"What's going on? He’s just a dog my family keeps! He does exactly what I tell him to!" Pei Zhijun stopped stomping the shattered stool, turned around, and said with an arrogant expression.

Qin Tian frowned; there was clearly a story here.

"Fatty, get over here! You dirtied my shoes earlier, clean them for me!" Pei Zhijun beckoned to Tang Bo.

Tang Bo’s face turned pale as he gritted his teeth, and under Qin Tian’s astonished gaze, he walked toward Pei Zhijun step by step. Just as Tang Bo crouched down and pulled out a tissue to wipe the shoes, Pei Zhijun kicked him over.

"Can't you wipe them while kneeling? Get on your knees!" Pei Zhijun sneered.

Tang Bo closed his eyes, swallowed hard, took a deep breath, and slowly began to kneel. But just as his knees were about to hit the ground, a pair of feet slid underneath him, preventing the impact. Then, he felt a powerful force on his shoulders, and he was pulled straight up. Tang Bo was shocked—he weighed nearly three hundred pounds! Who could pull him up so easily? He looked back and saw Qin Tian’s chilling, darkened face.

"Brother Tian," Tang Bo stammered.

"Get behind me," Qin Tian said, pulling Tang Bo behind him.

"Kid, trying to be a hero? I’m disciplining my dog, what’s it to you?" Pei Zhijun looked annoyed. He clearly had no idea what kind of person he had just provoked.

"This fool is in for it," Shen Xiaoqing whispered from behind, giggling. She had never seen anyone who crossed Qin Tian end up well.

Jiang Yingying frowned slightly. She didn't like fighting, but Pei Zhijun’s demands were truly excessive. The crowd of onlookers had grown to hundreds; forcing a man to kneel in such a public place—where was the dignity in that? She knew who Pei Zhijun was: he was in the top ten of the university town’s list of notorious bullies. Few dared to cross him, and even local gangsters gave him a wide berth because his family was related to Qiu Lang, one of the Four Dragons of the Capital.

"I’ll count to three. Kneel down and apologize to Tang Bo, and we’ll call it even. Otherwise, don't say I didn't warn you," Qin Tian said, staring expressionlessly at Pei Zhijun.

"Oh? Who the hell do you think you are? Daring to talk to me like that? Threatening me? Do you believe that by tomorrow I could have your clothes stripped off and have you nailed to the school gate like Jesus?"

Pei Zhijun waved his hand, and three lackeys moved toward Qin Tian.

"Three." Qin Tian ignored the lackeys, counting emotionlessly.

"Kid, you're dead for crossing Brother Pei!" one lackey growled, kicking toward Qin Tian’s stomach.

Qin Tian dodged, grabbed the lackey’s foot, stepped back, and pulled with all his might. A shrill scream echoed as the lackey was forced into a painful split. When Qin Tian let go, the lackey curled up on the ground, clutching his crotch, shivering, and nearly rolling his eyes back in his head.

"Two." Qin Tian continued.

The remaining two lackeys hesitated, not daring to advance.

"What the hell are you waiting for? Get him!" Pei Zhijun kicked them.

Gritting their teeth, the two lackeys charged at Qin Tian from both sides. Qin Tian crouched slightly, landing a punch in each of their stomachs, followed by a kick that sent them flying like broken kites, smashing into several tables and scattering dinnerware.

"One!" Qin Tian’s gaze turned icy as he moved in a blur, appearing directly in front of Pei Zhijun, their faces inches apart. "It seems my words don't carry much weight? And that only fists are the truth?"

Pei Zhijun swallowed, feeling the heat of Qin Tian’s breath on his face. He was baffled—how was Qin Tian so strong? When had someone like this appeared in the university town?

"I’ll give you one more chance. Kneel and apologize," Qin Tian said, his right hand gripping Pei Zhijun’s left shoulder.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch!" Pei Zhijun doubled over in pain. Gritting his teeth, he thought that a smart man doesn't fight when he’s at a disadvantage; he would settle the score later.

With a thud, Pei Zhijun knelt on the ground. "Fatty, I’m sorry!" he spat out through gritted teeth.

"Hmm? 'Fatty'?" Qin Tian glared at him. Pei Zhijun’s body shook uncontrollably; he felt as if his soul had been rattled. "Brother Bo! Brother Bo, I’m sorry!" he quickly corrected himself.

"Get lost!" Qin Tian glared again. Pei Zhijun shivered, feeling as if his very spirit had been drained away.

Watching Pei Zhijun and his lackeys scurry away, Qin Tian scratched his head. His "Glaring Kill" still wasn't quite refined; he wondered when he would reach the level of Old Man Kong. Once he mastered it, he wouldn't just be able to scare people unconscious—he’d be able to stare someone into pregnancy!

Wait, no! That was wrong! He meant stare someone into fainting!