"Do it, spill some of his blood, and when we're done, we'll take care of this little dame."

The bald man shouted harshly.

The tattooed man's face turned cold, and he thrust the dagger toward Qin Yang. Many lives have been lost in such brawls.

In a momentary rush, two families were destroyed.

"Ah..."

Many girls screamed, unable to watch the scene, covering their eyes.

Qin Yang's face remained as calm as an ancient well, slowly raising his hand, a Wind Blade came forth from his palm.

Slice!

An arm flew off, blood spurted out.

"Aaaahhh!"

In the corridor, the tattooed man let out a heart-wrenching scream.

This tragic cry caused some girls to slowly take their hands away from their eyes, seeing the blood and severed arm on the ground, their faces turned even paler.

However, it seemed their little boss was unharmed.

"It's alright as long as you're fine."

Fang Yun remained relatively composed, giving her little boss a once-over and finding his expression incredibly tranquil.

"Boss, you..."

Wang Xiaoliang barely caught a glimpse of a blue shadow flashing through the air, slicing off the tattooed man's arm.

Qin Yang showed no emotion; handling such scum required no hint of mercy.

"What kind of demon technique are you using!"

The other three men were also terrified. They were used to dealing with knives and had both cut and been cut, but seeing a familiar arm sliced off so cleanly left a trace of fear on their faces.

"Damn it, who are you trying to scare."

Even without knowing Qin Yang's methods, the bald man retained his fierce demeanor. Snatching a knife from the man beside him, he slashed it toward Qin Yang's face.

But his knife went no further. A not particularly strong hand reached out, like an iron clamp, and grabbed the bald man's wrist.

"Bastard!"

No matter how hard he tried, the bald man couldn't break free from Qin Yang's grasp.

"I suppose over the years, you've harmed quite a few young women. Some organs are probably useless to keep."

A chill flashed in Qin Yang's eyes as he gathered strength in his right foot and kicked the bald man directly in the groin.

"Ouch!"

The bald man screamed, tears streaming down his face in an instant.

His groin soaked with thick blood as Qin Yang mercilessly crushed his testicles.

The bald man clutched his groin, wailing and rolling on the ground in agony before passing out from the pain.

The other three men shivered, instinctively clamping their legs tight, their gaze toward Qin Yang showing a hint of fear.

This guy acted decisively and ruthlessly; most importantly, his face remained calm and unflustered.

The previously chaotic scene turned eerily silent under Qin Yang's fierce tactics.

Plop!

The door of the Flying Dragon Pavilion's room suddenly opened, and several figures walked out.

The men were all drunk, barely able to walk.

Seeing a group of girls gathered around the restroom door, their eyes lit up.

"Young Master Chang, what's going on here? So many beauties gathered?"

"Haha, Young Master Chang, Young Master Wu, the opportunity to play the hero and save the beauty has come."

"..."

These men were none other than Chang Sheng, Wu Jin, and the others whom Qin Yang had dealt with last time at the Crystal Palace.

"What's going on, beauties?"

The plump Wu Jin approached with a lecherous grin and asked a girl.

The girl's face was pale, saying nothing, and pointed inside.

"Haha, don't worry, beauties, with us here, no one will bully you."

Wu Jin chuckled, his bulky body moving inside.

However, upon seeing what was inside, Wu Jin shuddered, the alcohol leaving him instantly. The severed arm, the blood on the ground, it was terrifying. But what was even more terrifying was the man passed out, groin covered in blood.

"Ah..."

Wu Jin felt sick, and he vomited.

"Haha, you're such a wimp, Fatty Wu."

Seeing Wu Jin vomit, Chang Sheng mocked, swaggering inside. Once he saw what was inside, he too began to vomit.

But halfway through, he dared not continue, his legs trembling slightly, instinctively covering his groin.

Because, among the crowd, he saw a person.

"Q-Q-Qin Young Master?"

Chang Sheng immediately sobered up, staring blankly at Qin Yang.

"Young Master Chang, Young Master Wu, help us. This guy is committing murder. Hurry up and have him arrested!"

The tattooed man with the severed arm shouted upon seeing Chang Sheng and Wu Jin, accusing Qin Yang of murder.

"Arrest him?"

Chang Sheng glanced at Qin Yang, shivering. Arrest my ass, you want to die, don't drag me down with you.

"Q-Q-Qin Young Master, don't listen to this madman. I don't know him, really..."

Chang Sheng's face turned pale, hastily explaining.

"Yes, Qin Young Master, we don't know these ruffians."

Beside him, Wu Jin nodded repeatedly.

Outside the Crystal Palace, four enforcement vehicles with blinking lights parked at the entrance.

Wang Fugui, looking solemn, adjusted his hat as he walked in front. The station received several calls just now; there was another brawl at the Crystal Palace.

"Why do I say 'another'?"

Wang Fugui shook his head, muttering to himself as he stepped into the Crystal Palace's doors.

Being a five-star hotel, the patrons of the Crystal Palace were typically people of some status, and handling this well might allow him to climb a bit higher, which is why he came personally.

Soon, Wang Fugui and a dozen enforcement officers reached the fourth floor.

Due to the sudden incident, Liu Haotian and some of the hotel's security had just arrived, blocked by the crowd.

"Move aside, the law enforcement is working."

At the restroom's entrance, Wang Fugui saw a circle of girls gathered, and he shouted harshly.

The girls immediately made way, allowing Wang Fugui and his dozen officers to walk in. Upon entering and seeing the gory scene, Wang Fugui almost vomited.

Wang Fugui frowned, his gaze shifting to Qin Yang and Chang Sheng, internally lamenting, oh, not again, could it be these two young masters are in conflict once more?

"Qin Young Master, Chang Young Master, Wu Young Master, you're all here, huh..."

Wang Fugui forced out a grim smile.

"Quick, you arrived just in time; Brother Qing's hand was chopped off by this guy, he's committing murder, arrest him immediately!"

One of the men, spotting Wang Fugui, pointed at Qin Yang and shouted.

Wang Fugui's expression changed; a cursory look gave him a rough idea of what happened. It wasn't a clash between Qin and Chang Young Masters but rather a conflict between Qin Young Master and these hoodlums.

"Chief Wang, arrest this guy quickly."

The tattooed man with the severed arm gritted his teeth and shouted.

"Law enforcement is handling this; it's not your place to point and dictate."

Wang Fugui huffed coldly. Inwardly, he cursed, as if he didn't know these guys' nature. They likely tried to snatch Qin Young Master's woman and ended up getting sorted out, yet Qin Young Master's method was indeed ruthless.

In fact, it wasn't that Qin Yang was cold-blooded. If these girls were from ordinary families today, their fate would be tragic.

Some scumbags repeatedly break the law with impunity because the cost of crime is so low, sometimes negligible, failing to serve as a deterrent, or they exploit power to easily cover or absolve their crimes.

"Chief Wang, right, these guys attempted to assault women, fortunately caught in the act by me, and all these people can testify."

Qin Yang turned his gaze to Wang Fugui, smirking coldly.

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