The Dish You Want

"Hall Master Huang, the dish you're asking for—our restaurant really can't make it."

"Maybe you could try asking at another place?"

Shopkeeper Hu said, his voice low and submissive.

"Hmph. If you can't even make a dish this simple, what kind of restaurant are you running?"

"If you ask me, you might as well shut down for good!"

A burly man with a face full of scars sneered.

He was none other than Huang Dazhou, a hall master of the Twin Snake Gang.

"Hahaha, the boss is right!"

"All we want is to eat human flesh and drink human blood!"

"If you can't even make a dish this simple, what's the point?!"

The lackeys nearby joined in the jeering.

Shopkeeper Hu's face twisted with difficulty.

If he actually went along with this so-called "eat human flesh, drink human blood," who would ever dare to eat here again?

"Who's being so uncouth, making all that noise?"

Qin Yang strode in with Sun Erhu and the others.

"Young Master, why are you here?"

Shopkeeper Hu's face changed drastically when he saw Qin Yang coming in person.

Wasn't this young master just asking for trouble by showing up?

"Nothing much. Haven't been here in a while, so I thought I'd drop by."

Qin Yang smiled and sat down across from Huang Dazhou, legs spread wide like a king on his throne.

"Young Master Qin?"

"I've heard so much about you!"

Huang Dazhou gave a sarcastic Cupped Fist salute.

"Haha, didn't realize I was this famous."

"But you—what backwater corner did you crawl out of?"

Qin Yang asked with an innocent look of curiosity.

"You're asking for death!"

One of the lackeys beside Huang Dazhou, enraged at the insult to his boss, immediately raised a hand to slap him.

"What do you think you're doing?" Sun Erhu lunged to shield Qin Yang, his long blade already half-drawn.

Clatter—

The two sides instantly squared off.

"No need to rush. We're here to eat, not to fight."

"Sit down, sit down."

"We're all civilized people here."

Huang Dazhou smiled and gestured for his men to sit back down.

A seasoned Jianghu veteran like him wouldn't be riled up by a few taunts from Qin Yang.

"Young Master Qin, it doesn't matter if you don't know me."

"But we came here to eat."

"If your restaurant can't even make a dish this simple—"

"That's just unacceptable."

Huang Dazhou's eyes crinkled into slits from his smile.

"Oh, so you're here to eat."

"I thought you were here to beg."

"Just say what dish you want, and this young master will make sure you get it."

Qin Yang was all smiles too.

"Simple. I want to eat human flesh and drink human blood."

"If you can't manage that, then I'm afraid I'll have to ask for one of your arms, Young Master Qin."

Huang Dazhou licked his lips with a grin.

"That's easy."

"Hey, you—come here!"

"So you're the one who said I was asking for death, just now."

Qin Yang suddenly spoke to the underling from before.

The underling wasn't afraid of Qin Yang at all.

Before coming, they had already looked into who Qin Yang was.

What threat could a useless wastrel who only knew how to listen to songs in brothels pose?

"So what if I said it?!"

The underling was quite arrogant.

"Good."

Qin Yang nodded.

"What do you mean by that?" The underling frowned slightly.

Qin Yang grinned, then struck without warning, grabbing the underling's head with his hand and slamming it hard against the sturdy tabletop.

His strength was no small matter now.

Bam!

The underling's face was covered in blood as he screamed in pain.

Before Huang Dazhou could react, Qin Yang lifted the underling's head again and smashed it down once more.

Crash!!!

This time, even the dining table was shattered, exploding into countless wooden splinters.

The underling was battered until blood flowed from all five orifices, his body convulsing.

Qin Yang casually tossed him aside.

"Qin Yang!"

"What do you think you're doing?!"

Huang Dazhou stood up with a fierce expression.

His underlings naturally rose with their boss, looking menacing.

Sun Erhu and the other guards were dumbfounded, frozen in place.

Was this still the same young master who only knew how to listen to songs in brothels?

He was even more brutal than these Jianghu gangsters.

"What do I mean?"

Qin Yang looked at Huang Dazhou with a puzzled expression.

"Didn't you say you wanted to eat human flesh and drink human blood?"

"Come on, your meal is served."

"If you don't eat, I'll get angry."

Qin Yang's face was full of confusion.

No one noticed that he had taken a few steps forward.

The distance between him and Huang Dazhou was closing, now less than five steps.

Everyone would be wary of a tiger, but no one thought a little white lamb could pose any threat.

"I think you're—" Huang Dazhou's eyes bulged with rage as he growled.

Before he could finish, Qin Yang struck.

Boom!

His figure flashed, his entire body shifting from loose to taut in an instant, like an arrow shooting forth.

In that split second.

A fierce gust of wind formed.

Qin Yang raised his elbow and drove it straight toward Huang Dazhou's chest.

This elbow strike was fierce and domineering, like an Arhat Bell Crash, carrying the force of a thousand pounds.

Huang Dazhou was also a Condensing Force expert, but he had underestimated Qin Yang too much, never considering him a real opponent.

Even with only five steps between them, he hadn't paid it any mind.

When he felt that gust of wind rushing toward him, a chill ran down his spine, and he quickly crossed his fists in front of him.

Bam!

The moment they made contact, Huang Dazhou's face changed drastically.

He felt a fierce, powerful force slam into his arms.

Punch force!

That useless young master—how could he possibly be a Condensing Force Martial Artist!

He only felt excruciating pain in both arms; a single elbow strike had cracked his bones, and he stumbled backward.

Before he could steady himself.

A heavy fist came crashing down like a demon-subduing pestle.

The Arhat Fist was bold and unrestrained, relying on sheer strength to overpower.

Pfft!

Huang Dazhou's chest was struck hard, his body shuddering violently as his Internal Organs ruptured, spraying a mouthful of blood mist.

Qin Yang had no intention of letting him off. With a cruel grin, he lunged forward and slammed both fists into Huang Dazhou's temples from either side!

Thud~

He directly smashed Huang Dazhou's brain matter out, oozing from his nostrils.

The moment Qin Yang let go, Huang Dazhou collapsed limply to the ground, his eyes bloodshot, a horrifying sight.

Witnessing this.

Huang Dazhou's few underlings turned pale with terror, panic written on their faces.

Th-this... was this really the eldest young master of the Qin Family?

Such a brutal fighting style—it was like a deranged violent maniac.

"Young master... we don't want to eat anymore, please spare us."

One underling stammered, trembling.

"No way."

"Daring to cause trouble at my Qin Family's tavern? Go tell the King of Hell instead."

"Charge!"

Qin Yang growled.

If he didn't get ruthless today, every stray dog and cat would come knocking.

Since he'd already killed one, he didn't mind killing a few more!

Sun Erhu and the other guards snapped out of their daze. Seeing Qin Yang move, they yanked out their Steel Sabers and hacked wildly at the thugs.

Thud thud thud~~~

In just a few exchanges.

Several more corpses littered the tavern hall.

Shopkeeper Hu hid inside the cabinet, witnessing everything, his mind blank.

Was this really the Young Master Qin he knew?

"Erhu, close the door."

Qin Yang had killed for the first time, yet his expression was eerily calm.

Having died once himself, he felt nothing toward death.

As long as it wasn't his own.

Sun Erhu looked at Qin Yang with a hint of fear, quickly nodding: "Yes, young master."