Begging You Two Not to Die

After Jiang Liu kicked the two villains against the wall, he rushed to Grandpa's side, looked him over, and asked worriedly, "Grandpa, Grandma Zhao, did they hurt you?"

Master Jiang was stunned. He had just seen his eldest grandson kick a grown, strong man several meters away, making the wall tremble.

As the wall trembled, his heart followed suit.

"You little rascal! We're fine, go check on them. The plaster on the wall is falling off!"

Master Jiang flusteredly pushed Jiang Liu. He was just an ordinary civilian; what if his grandson had seriously injured someone?

"Yes, yes, Xiao Liu, call 120 quickly."

Grandma Zhao was also panicked. They were in the right initially, but after those two kicks, they had lost all standing.

Jiang Liu: "..."

As soon as he entered the door, he saw two fierce-looking men spitting at two elderly, lonely people. Enraged, his mind went blank, and he didn't hesitate to use his feet.

Now, after calming down, he realized he had been impulsive.

A kick from Qi Refining Layer 8 would surely kill someone.

Oh, wait, it was Qi Refining Layer 4. Qi Refining Layer 8 hadn't synchronized with reality yet.

Qi Refining Layer 4 wasn't good either!

He had a bright future; he didn't want to end up in jail!

Jiang Liu quickly turned and squatted beside the two strong men. His face turned pale after a glance.

Why had they fainted?

Why were they bleeding from their noses and mouths?

"Wake up, wake up, don't try to scam us!"

Jiang Liu patted their faces. Seeing no response, his heart sank. He slapped them twice more.

"Wake up, big brothers!"

"Say something, please don't die, okay!"

Jiang Liu slapped them several more times. The two strong men finally responded, groaning as they opened their eyes, confusion clouding their vision as if they hadn't remembered what happened.

Where were those two old geezers?

I remember a little brat kicked me?

And then I flew?

It hurts, it hurts, it feels like all my bones are broken.

The two men were in agony. When they saw Jiang Liu, their faces changed instantly. They recoiled on the ground, pressing against the wall in terror and shouting, "Don't come any closer!"

Kicking them into a semi-crippled state, who was this ruthless person?

"It's good they're not dead, it's good they're not dead."

Jiang Liu breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the two men alive. He had been terrified and secretly rejoiced. Fortunately, his cultivation hadn't synchronized with reality yet, or he would have been finished.

Seeing that the two men were fine, Jiang Liu was no longer afraid to call the police. He glared and said coldly, "Were you two the ones who splashed paint on my door?!"

"You little brat, do you know who I am?"

One of the strong men moved his body, feeling like his hip joint was shattered. His temper flared, and he started cursing.

But before he could finish, a fiery red long sword was held against his throat. The intense heat scorched his skin, and his rising temper immediately subsided.

"Hmm?"

Jiang Liu held the Sunrise Sword, his face darkening.

"Ah, it wasn't us, it wasn't us!"

With a magic sword at his throat, the man's face turned pale. He forced a smile and replied, "It was some punk who splashed the paint. My boss encountered him, and after a righteous scolding, the punk cried tears of remorse and has already turned himself in."

"Yes, yes!"

The other man chimed in, "Our boss couldn't bear to see elderly people cleaning their own doors, so he specifically sent us to bring some money to hire a cleaner."

"That's right, that's right, it was all a misunderstanding."

They lay on the ground, their backs against the wall, looking at the magic sword emitting a scorching aura. They secretly swallowed, their faces wearing fawning smiles, their previous arrogance completely gone. What was there to be arrogant about when they couldn't even get up?

A magic sword?

This was a magic sword, right?

One kick could cripple them, who were at Qi Refining Layer 1, and he even had a magic tool. Who would have thought that such a small residential building harbored a hidden dragon?

They were just doing their jobs for a salary. Why risk their lives for a few spirit stones a month?

What if this young man impulsively killed them all? They wouldn't even have a place to cry.

They couldn't afford to offend him. They'd better surrender first.

"Your boss?"

Jiang Liu frowned. "Who is it?"

"Boss Wang from Brilliant Bathhouse."

The burly man replied.

Brilliant Bathhouse… why did that sound so familiar?

"Is that the one that was going to change its name to Joyful Union Sect?"

Jiang Liu asked.

"It didn't change. The Joyful Union Sect was already trademarked by someone at the copyright office."

The burly man said in a low voice, "Give us some face. We don't know each other well, but let's call it a misunderstanding. I'll treat you to the full works later, little brother."

They splashed paint all over my house, and you want me to give you face?

I knew it. How could a bathhouse owner have so many spirit stones to level up? So this is the kind of shady stuff they're into.

Going door-to-door buying spirit stones, and if people refused, they'd splash paint, then have their lackeys turn themselves in. What a disgusting tactic.

What era are we in, still playing these games? Aren't they afraid of trending on hot searches?

Just being close to someone like that made him feel beneath them.

Jiang Liu stood up, drew his long sword, and pointed it at the door. His expression was blank. "Tell your boss, I'm on good terms with the Principal of Third Middle School, and I'm good friends with Li Dongze from Dizhe Group."

He wasn't afraid of these thugs, but he had an elder at home. Using the Principal and Li Dongze as a shield would at least save him some trouble.

Right now, he was preparing to break through to the Foundation Establishment stage and didn't have time to waste on these petty issues.

"Yes, yes, yes."

The two men, ignoring their pain, scrambled out the door like terrified insects, not even daring to pick up the money they dropped.

"What a mess, what a mess this is,"

Master Jiang muttered, bending down to pick up the money.

"Xiao Liu, will they retaliate against you later?"

Grandma Zhao asked, her face full of worry. "Why don't I just sell them that stone? I don't need it anyway."

Sell it to them for 5 spirit stones a day?

What would he use then?

"That won't do at all."

Jiang Liu shook his head and smiled at Grandma Zhao. "It's okay. I'll talk to our Principal later. He won't just stand by and watch."

"That's good then."

Grandma Zhao felt relieved hearing that the Principal would handle it. Looking at the long sword in Jiang Liu's hand, she asked curiously, "Is this the sword that immortals use? Is it more powerful than Sun Wukong's Ruyi Jingu Bang?"

In the eyes of elders her age, Sun Wukong was the only immortal they knew.

"It can't compare to the Ruyi Jingu Bang."

Jiang Liu said with a wry smile, "Grandma Zhao, give me your spirit stones, and I'll help you become an immortal too."

"I'm already so old, what immortal am I going to be?"

Grandma Zhao waved her hands repeatedly. "You're like a grandson to me, I watched you grow up. If you want that stone, just take it and use it. Don't be so polite with me."

Jiang Liu: "..."

How could he accept this? He couldn't bring himself to scam a seventy-something-year-old lady out of her spirit stones. It would be a black mark on his record if word got out.

"Becoming an immortal can renew your youth."

"Hmm? Tell Grandma all about it?"

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