Riot

Ever since that last robbery, he had had no further dealings with that cult, nor did he want any.

As long as they did not provoke him, he could not be bothered with so many affairs.

"Young Master!"

"Something happened at Laifu Restaurant."

Qian Hai had not even arrived when his booming voice carried straight inside.

Qin Yang froze. "I just had two Guards accompany Shopkeeper Hu to the restaurant. How could something still happen?!"

Qian Hai hurried in, not even sparing Luo Jian a greeting as he quickly said, "The situation is unclear, but I heard there has been a very serious riot."

"Those commoners must be revolting again," Luo Jian said gravely.

"Never mind that for now. Let's go take a look."

"Uncle Qian, stay behind and watch Qin Manor. Guild Leader Luo and I will go see."

Qin Yang's expression was solemn.

The two quickly left Qin Manor and headed for Laifu Restaurant.

At that moment, Laifu Restaurant was in complete chaos.

The porridge stand erected before its doors had long been overturned, white porridge spilled all over the ground.

Some rioting commoners with crazed expressions kept smashing the restaurant apart.

They held clubs, and even farming tools such as pickaxes and pitchforks.

Others took advantage of the muddied waters to loot whatever they could.

The silver had long since been snatched clean, along with stools, chairs, and various ingredients.

It was as if they meant to empty the entire restaurant.

Members of the White River Gang were nearby as well, but there were only a little over twenty of them. Faced with such a vast, chaotic mob of rioting commoners, they did not dare show themselves.

"It's bastards like them who have left us with no way to live! They feast on fish and meat every day, while we cannot even get a full meal!!"

"And they still put on a fake show of handing out porridge to us!"

On the highest, third floor of Laifu Restaurant, a coarse, savage man shoved Shopkeeper Hu out.

"Mmmpf! Mmmpf!"

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

He felt utterly wronged.

He was merely an honest, law-abiding restaurant shopkeeper. How could he possibly be the reason they could not afford food?

But the rioting commoners below had already become utterly unreasonable.

"Kill him!!!"

"Kill him!!!"

The rioting commoners howled madly. Their savage, ferocious faces made it seem as though Shopkeeper Hu were the man who had murdered their fathers.

"Fine!!!"

The coarse, savage man burst into loud laughter and was about to push Shopkeeper Hu down.

The rioting commoners below let out even more crazed, piercing cries.

Just then.

"Who dares!"

A thunderclap of a roar exploded from level ground.

It directly drowned out the riotous clamor.

A figure charged straight into the rioting crowd.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

He was like a terrifying savage beast charging recklessly through the fray, forcibly parting the chaotic mob as one figure after another was sent flying by his impacts!

The coarse, savage man pointed at that figure. "Beat him to death!"

At once, the rioting commoners raised their clubs, hoes, and pickaxes, smashing them wildly toward the figure.

It was useless. They could not hit him at all.

That figure's explosive force was too great, utterly unstoppable.

He sent the rioting commoners sprawling in all directions, their scalps split and blood streaming.

Before long, a large swath of them had fallen!

For a moment.

The rioting commoners were all cowed by that figure, too frightened to approach.

Qin Yang's tiger-like eyes looked toward the coarse, savage man on the third floor.

"So you're the one stirring up trouble?"

With that, he sprang into the air, borrowed force from the second floor, and landed directly on the third.

"I couldn't even enjoy the festival properly today."

"You just had to make trouble for me."

"You people want to see King Yan? No need to be in such a hurry."

Qin Yang advanced step by step toward the coarse, savage man.

"Don't come any closer!"

"Or I'll kill him!"

The coarse, savage man suddenly pulled out a dagger and pressed it against Shopkeeper Hu's throat.

"Kill him."

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

Qin Yang's gaze was icy. His steps even quickened as he rapidly closed in.

The coarse, savage man was so frightened that he retreated again and again, babbling, "Don't think I really don't dare! I'll really do it!"

"Do it, then!"

Qin Yang suddenly lunged forward.

The panic in the coarse, savage man's eyes abruptly vanished, replaced by a strange grin.

Whoosh!

A figure suddenly dropped soundlessly from the rafters.

Both his hands wore sharp Steel Claws, which crossed as they viciously scissored toward Qin Yang's head.

This was an assassination aimed at Qin Yang!

That figure had been lurking atop the rafters all along, waiting for the instant Qin Yang passed beneath him to unleash killing intent!

His movements were swift as lightning, and his explosive force was immense. He was absolutely a Blood Moving Martial Artist.

Qin Yang had not expected someone else to be lying in wait for him.

He had not even brought his blade when he came out this time, yet he grinned and merely tilted his head aside.

The assassin did not think much of it and swung his right Steel Claw straight at Qin Yang's neck.

As long as he pierced the windpipe, it would still be a fatal wound.

But when the Steel Claw landed on Qin Yang's neck.

Qin Yang's heart gave a violent thump, and a surge of force rapidly spread from his heart through his entire body, clinging to the surface of his skin.

Splat!

The incomparably sharp Steel Claw left only several bloody marks on his neck!

The force generated by the Primordial Qi Shield was simply too tough; even Steel Claws could not break through it.

The figure who had ambushed Qin Yang was horrified and tried to pull away at once.

A large hand viciously seized his Steel Claw, then swung his entire body in a circle and smashed him brutally into the ground!

Rumble!!!

The third floor of the restaurant shook violently without end.

Even the lanterns hanging on the walls fell down.

"Argh! Argh! Argh!!!"

The assassin lay on the ground howling. He felt as though all his internal organs had been smashed to pieces by that swing.

Bang!

Qin Yang viciously stomped on his head.

Bang!

His entire head was crushed flat beneath the stomp.

One eyeball was even squeezed out by the horrifying impact, landing at the coarse, savage man's feet.

The coarse, savage man had lost all trace of his smile. His scalp went numb, and even his hands began to tremble.

"So there really was a plan behind this."

"Why do you all think Qin Yang is so easy to bully?"

Qin Yang grinned.

"N-no, it has nothing to do with me."

The coarse, savage man was so frightened by Qin Yang that he began to speak incoherently.

"Then who told you to do it?"

Qin Yang asked.

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

Cold sweat covered the coarse, savage man's face.

Bang!

The next instant.

Qin Yang took a step forward and struck the coarse, savage man's hand, directly breaking his arm. The instant the dagger fell to the ground, Qin Yang clamped a hand tightly around his throat.

"What is this Other Shore Cult?"

"Why do they want to kill me?"

Qin Yang exerted force with his arm. Unable to breathe, the coarse, savage man's face turned red.

"Argh! Argh! Argh!!!"

"I'll talk."

The coarse, savage man begged without pause.

Only then did Qin Yang loosen his hand slightly.

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

"They give us money and told me to help kill you and Luo Jian. That would trigger riots nearby."

"They planned to throw the Outer City into complete chaos today."

The coarse, savage man spoke in a rushed, muddled torrent.

"What exactly does the Other Shore Cult want?"

Qin Yang frowned slightly.

At the instant Qin Yang was distracted, the coarse, savage man's other hand suddenly jabbed toward him, a faint cold gleam flashing from it.

Bang!

In Shopkeeper Hu's eyes.

The coarse, savage man's neck was directly crushed to powder by Qin Yang's grip.

As though he had crushed a lump of tofu.