Turmoil

Since that robbery, he'd had no dealings with that cult, nor did he want any.

Either way, as long as they didn't provoke him, he didn't want to bother with all that.

"Young Master!"

"Something's happened at Laifu Restaurant."

Qian Hai's booming voice carried in before he even arrived.

Qin Yang was taken aback. "I just sent two guards to follow Shopkeeper Hu over to the restaurant—how could something still go wrong?!"

Qian Hai strode in quickly, not even bothering to greet Luo Jian, and said rapidly, "The situation's unclear, but I heard a serious riot broke out."

"Probably those commoners rioting again," Luo Jian said grimly.

"Let's not worry about that for now. Let's go take a look."

"Uncle Qian, stay and watch the Qin Manor. Guild Leader Luo and I will head over."

Qin Yang's face was grave.

The two of them hurried out of the Qin Manor and made their way toward Laifu Restaurant.

At that moment, Laifu Restaurant was in chaos.

The porridge stall set up out front had long been overturned, white porridge spilled all over the ground.

Some frenzied rioters were relentlessly smashing up the restaurant.

They wielded clubs, and even farm tools like pickaxes and pitchforks.

A few opportunists were looting whatever they could.

The silver had already been snatched clean—stools, chairs, some ingredients.

It was as if they were trying to strip the restaurant bare.

The White River Gang members were nearby, but with only twenty-odd men, they didn't dare show themselves in the face of such a massive, chaotic mob.

"It's bastards like these who've left us with no way to live! They feast on meat and wine every day, while we can't even get a single full meal!!"

"And then they have the nerve to hand out porridge like they're being charitable!"

On the third floor of Laifu Restaurant, a brutish man pushed Shopkeeper Hu out.

"Mm-mm-mm!"

Shopkeeper Hu's feet were tied, his mouth gagged, and no matter how he struggled, it was useless.

He felt he was being terribly wronged.

He was just an honest, law-abiding restaurant manager—how could he possibly be the reason they couldn't eat?

But the rioters below had long since become unreasonable.

"Kill him!!!"

"Kill him!!!"

The rioting crowd howled madly, their faces twisted and savage, as if Shopkeeper Hu had murdered their fathers.

"Alright!!!"

The brutish man laughed loudly, ready to shove Shopkeeper Hu down.

The rioters below erupted into even more frenzied, piercing screams.

Just then.

"Who dares!"

A thunderous roar rose from the ground, instantly drowning out the chaotic noise.

A figure charged straight into the rioting crowd.

Bam bam bam~~~

He was like a terrifying wild beast barreling through, forcing the chaotic mob apart as bodies were sent flying out from his path!

The brutish man pointed at the figure. "Kill him!"

In an instant, the rioters raised their clubs, hoes, and pickaxes, wildly swinging at the figure.

It was useless—they couldn't even land a hit.

The figure's explosive power was too fierce, unstoppable.

He sent the rioters tumbling over each other, blood streaming from their heads.

In no time, a large swath had fallen!

For a moment.

The rioting crowd was cowed by the figure, too terrified to come closer.

Qin Yang's tiger-like eyes locked onto the brutish man on the third floor.

"So it was you causing trouble?"

With that, he leaped, using the second floor for momentum, and landed directly on the third.

"I just wanted to enjoy the holiday in peace today."

"But you had to stir things up."

"If you're so eager to meet King Yan, there's no need to rush."

Qin Yang stepped forward, closing in on the Brutish Man.

"Stay back!"

"Or I'll kill him!"

The Brutish Man suddenly whipped out a dagger and pressed it against Shopkeeper Hu's throat.

"Go ahead."

"If you've got the guts, kill him."

Qin Yang's eyes were icy, and he even quickened his pace, bearing down rapidly.

The Brutish Man stumbled back in fear, muttering, "Don't think I won't do it—I'm really going to!"

"Then do it!"

Qin Yang lunged forward.

The panic in the Brutish Man's eyes vanished, replaced by a sinister grin.

Shwoosh!

A figure dropped silently from the rafters.

Both hands were clad in sharp Steel Claws, which crossed in a vicious strike aimed at Qin Yang's head.

This was an assassination targeting Qin Yang!

The figure had been lurking in the rafters all along, waiting for the moment Qin Yang passed by to unleash the killing blow.

The man moved like lightning, with explosive power—definitely a Blood Moving Martial Artist.

Qin Yang hadn't expected someone else to be lying in wait.

He hadn't even brought a blade this time, but he just grinned and dodged with a twist of his head.

The assassin didn't hesitate, swinging his right Steel Claw straight at Qin Yang's throat.

Piercing the windpipe would be just as lethal.

But when the claw landed on Qin Yang's neck—

Qin Yang's heart gave a heavy thump, and a surge of energy spread from his heart through his entire body, coating his skin.

Pfft!

The razor-sharp Steel Claw only left a few bloody scratches on the surface of his neck!

The energy from the Primordial Qi Shield was too tough—even the Steel Claw couldn't break through.

Panic seized the assassin, and he tried to pull back quickly.

A large hand grabbed his claw, swung him in a full arc, and slammed him hard into the ground!

Boom!!!

The third floor of the tavern shook violently.

Lanterns hanging on the walls crashed down.

"Aaaah!!!"

The assassin lay on the ground, wailing, feeling like his internal organs had been shattered by the impact.

Thud~

Qin Yang stomped hard on his head.

With a sickening crunch~

The entire head was flattened.

An eyeball popped out from the horrific force, landing at the Brutish Man's feet.

The Brutish Man's grin was long gone. His scalp tingled, and his hands trembled.

"Looks like this was planned."

"Did you think I'd be an easy target?"

Qin Yang grinned.

"It—it's got nothing to do with me."

The Brutish Man stammered, terrified by Qin Yang.

"Then who put you up to it?"

Qin Yang asked.

"The Other Shore Cult really has nothing to do with me."

The brutish man broke out in a cold sweat.

Bang!

The next instant.

Qin Yang lunged forward in a single stride and struck the brutish man's hand, snapping his arm cleanly. As the dagger clattered to the ground, Qin Yang clamped his fingers tight around the man's throat.

"What the hell is the Other Shore Cult?"

"Why are you trying to kill me?"

Qin Yang's arm tensed, cutting off the brutish man's breath until his face flushed crimson.

"Ahhh!!!"

"I'll talk."

The brutish man begged frantically.

Only then did Qin Yang loosen his grip slightly.

"I really don't know. What the Other Shore Cult is."

"They pay us to kill you and Luo Jian, to stir up a riot nearby."

"They plan to throw the outer city into total chaos today."

The brutish man's words came out in a panicked jumble.

"What exactly does the Other Shore Cult want?"

Qin Yang furrowed his brow slightly.

Just as Qin Yang's focus wavered, the brutish man's other hand shot toward him, a faint glint of cold light flashing.

Bang!~

In Shopkeeper Hu's eyes.

The brutish man's neck was crushed to pulp by Qin Yang's bare hand.

As easily as squeezing a piece of tofu.