Riot

Looking at the corpse of the brutish giant, Qin Yang casually tossed it to the ground.

Though much of what the giant had said was unclear, he had still picked up some information.

If nothing unexpected had happened, the so-called Other Shore Cult was the mysterious and bizarre Cult Organization.

This attempt on his life was most likely not because the Other Shore Cult had discovered that he had killed the bald man last time. He had simply happened to land on the Other Shore Cult's so-called assassination list.

The Other Shore Cult likely intended to use Qing Tian Festival to continuously attack and assassinate Blood Moving Martial Artists in the Outer City, then create widespread chaos.

Blood Moving Martial Artists could keep the situation under control. If they were not eliminated first, even if riots were stirred up, they would quickly be suppressed.

Whimper, whimper...

Shopkeeper Hu let out muffled sobs, looking helplessly at Qin Yang.

He had no idea why the young master had started spacing out after killing someone.

If he wanted to space out, he should at least untie the ropes around him first.

Qin Yang came back to his senses and finally untied Shopkeeper Hu.

"Young Master, I don't even know what happened."

"While we were handing out porridge, a huge crowd suddenly rushed in and started smashing things with clubs and sticks."

"Wang Da and Li San tried to stop them, but they were beaten to death alive."

Shopkeeper Hu pulled the cloth from his mouth and hurriedly explained.

Wang Da and Li San were the guards he had brought over from Qin Manor.

"I know this isn't your fault."

"Someone is deliberately targeting us."

Qin Yang had no intention of blaming him.

Just then, he heard clamorous shouts and noise coming from outside the restaurant again.

The rioting citizens in the street below had begun causing trouble once more.

The noise grated on Qin Yang's nerves, and he directly threw the brutish giant's corpse down.

The people gathered around the restaurant were all craning their necks to look upward.

When they suddenly saw a body falling from the sky, they hurriedly scattered in fright.

Bang!

The brutish giant's corpse smashed viciously onto the bluestone pavement.

Seeing the giant's miserable state, the rioting citizens turned pale with terror.

His neck had been completely reduced to a pulp of flesh, with only a few strips of tissue still connecting it. As his head struck the ground in the fall, it split open and blood poured out.

Boom!

The next moment.

Qin Yang descended from the sky.

He had leaped down from the third floor of the restaurant.

Boom!!!

The instant he landed, the bluestone slabs cracked apart in spreading fractures.

"So you're the lot who wrecked my restaurant, are you?"

Qin Yang rolled his neck and grinned.

That smile was far too terrifying in the eyes of the rioting citizens, and they instinctively backed away.

Qin Yang's presence alone fiercely suppressed the unrest of nearly a hundred people.

With a wild roar, he charged straight into the crowd.

He unleashed the heavy, powerful Arhat Fist, and one figure after another was sent flying.

Anyone struck by his fist felt as though they had been hit by a bell-striking ram. Their bones and tendons shattered, their internal organs crushed to pulp.

Qin Yang beat these rioters until their souls nearly fled their bodies, and they scattered in frantic flight.

At this moment.

Luo Jian finally arrived with his guild members, charging in with murderous momentum.

For a time.

Blood sprayed through the air, and screams rose without end.

Seeing this, Qin Yang could not be bothered to make another move.

He pulled Luo Jian into a corner.

"Guild Leader Luo, listen to me."

"Someone is trying to create massive chaos in the Outer City."

"Have your men block off several important intersections nearby first."

"We can't let any more rioters rush in."

Qin Yang spoke rapidly.

If those rioters were allowed to rush in, several nearby streets would probably be reduced to ruins.

If that happened, he would not be able to live here anymore.

Luo Jian had not expected the matter to be so serious, but he still believed Qin Yang. He quickly deployed men to guard the various intersections.

As it happened, the people behind the restaurant riot were either dead, injured, or had fled, and the street had already been cleared.

Qin Yang first brought Shopkeeper Hu back to Qin Manor, then headed for the other two pharmacies himself.

"Rob them!!!"

"These things belonged to us in the first place!"

"Don't waste time reasoning with them—beat them to death!"

Ferocious, horrifying roars rang out continuously through the streets of Linjiang Outer City.

The sounds of smashing, fighting, and furious shouting mixed together.

Black smoke was even rising from some places.

Qin Yang walked all the way through the streets.

He did not see a single ordinary citizen. Everyone outside was a crazed thug.

Every shop had shut its doors, yet some thugs were still violently breaking them down and frenziedly looting everything inside.

Some even set their sights on Qin Yang, but every one of them was knocked down with a single punch.

When he arrived at Daliang Pharmacy, he let out a slight sigh of relief.

This place had not yet been affected. The newly appointed shopkeeper had tightly locked the pharmacy doors and ordered the clerks to keep moving heavy objects over to barricade them.

When they saw Qin Yang arrive, the shopkeeper and clerks finally relaxed.

"Stay here and do not open the doors no matter what."

"I'm going to check on Dashan Pharmacy."

After giving that instruction, Qin Yang quickly left.

While he was on the road.

He suddenly brushed past a man in yellow robes.

The yellow-robed man looked hurried, as if he were rushing somewhere.

"Other Shore Cult?"

Qin Yang suddenly said.

The yellow-robed man froze slightly.

Bang!

The next moment.

Qin Yang punched his head apart.

"What exactly is this Other Shore Cult trying to do?"

Qin Yang looked at the yellow-robed man's corpse, his heart sinking slightly.

When Qin Yang reached Dashan Pharmacy, all he saw was utter devastation. Trampled herbs littered the floor, medicine cabinets had been overturned, and several corpses lay inside.

Qin Yang recognized one of them.

It was Shopkeeper Wang of Dashan Pharmacy.

He had suffered fractures all over his body. He had likely been beaten to death alive.

Bang!!!

Qin Yang slammed his fist viciously into a medicine cabinet.

Rumble!!!

The entire cabinet instantly burst into pieces.

"Other Shore Cult."

"Good. Very good!!!!"

Qin Yang muttered to himself.

The riot continued for nearly an entire morning.

The various powers in the Inner City had initially believed that it was merely the poor citizens of the Outer City causing trouble. But as the situation intensified, they finally realized something was wrong.

Many Blood Moving experts in the Outer City had suffered mysterious assassinations. Quite a few had died, making it impossible to swiftly suppress the riot, and it even showed signs of spreading into the Inner City.

Only then did the Inner City powers react and quickly send people to the Outer City to suppress it.

Yet the rioting citizens seemed as though an unseen hand was controlling them. They quickly dispersed and vanished without a trace.

The Inner City people were left dumbfounded.

With so many people in the Outer City, they had no way to identify the rioters among them and could only return helplessly.

The County Office constables finally appeared on the streets as well and began investigating the cause of the incident.

Qin Manor.

Qin Yang sat in the seat of honor in the main hall, his expression dark.

Although the riot had not affected Qin Manor, Laifu Restaurant and Dashan Pharmacy had both been looted clean, and the losses were considerable.

"Young Master, nine of our people died in total."

"Four restaurant clerks died at Laifu Restaurant, along with two of our guards."

"At Dashan Pharmacy, Shopkeeper Wang and two apprentices were killed."

"Six people were injured as well."

Qian Hai entered the main hall and reported the casualties to Qin Yang.

"One hundred taels of silver in compensation for each person who died."

"Thirty taels for each injured person."

"Two hundred taels for Shopkeeper Wang."

Qin Yang's face was black as ink.