What the Hell Are You Pointing That For?

Bang!

Jiang Tian showed no mercy. He followed up with a kick that sent Old Eight's two-hundred-pound bulk flying straight out through the doorway.

Jiang Tian said calmly, "Since you're all just a bunch of small fry, let's skip the bullshit. Come at me!"

His lightning-fast attack startled the others, too.

Once they recovered, they roared in fury, "Fuck! He hit our boss! Get him, boys!"

The mob charged at Jiang Tian, howling and brandishing their weapons!

Behind him, Xianxian's little face turned deathly pale at the sight.

These were all ruthless criminals. Could Jiang Tian really fend them off?

Seemingly sensing her fear, Jiang Tian smiled faintly. "Step back and watch me show off!"

The instant he finished speaking, the mob was already upon him.

The men at the front raised their weapons without a word and swung them straight at Jiang Tian's head.

But when the weapons were mere inches away, they stopped as though blocked by an invisible barrier.

Jiang Tian sneered, and a sudden surge of energy erupted from his body.

Boom!

An instant later, those thugs flew straight backward.

The moment they went flying, Jiang Tian finally moved.

He charged into the crowd at incredible speed.

One punch.

Crack!

A thug flew into the air.

Then Jiang Tian launched a spinning aerial kick.

Thud!

The thug became a human cannonball, smashing into four or five men behind him and sending them flying.

Jiang Tian moved again, appearing behind another thug before bringing his palm down.

Thud!

The thug slammed into the floor so hard that the marble cracked.

Face-first, at that!

At that moment, two nearby thugs reacted, swinging their weapons at Jiang Tian's head from either side.

But to Jiang Tian, their movements looked as though they were playing at one five-hundredth of normal speed. He stepped back and grabbed both men by the neck.

Clang!

Their heads collided in a very intimate encounter.

What followed became Jiang Tian's one-man show as he wove through the crowd like a dragon.

Wham! Bam! Crack!

A string of dull impacts rang out.

In less than five seconds, all those dozens of burly men armed with blades lay on the ground, unable to get up!

Bang!

As Jiang Tian knocked the final man unconscious with a punch, deathly silence settled over the room once more...

One man had taken on an entire mob.

And he had won!

Not only had he won, he hadn't suffered a scratch!

And not only was he unscathed, he had done it all in a matter of seconds!

Was that even humanly possible?

"You... you..."

Even Qi Yang, let alone everyone else, was so terrified that he could barely speak. His earlier arrogance had vanished completely.

He seemed drained of all strength, his legs trembling uncontrollably.

After all his years of throwing his weight around, this was the first time he had ever seen someone who could fight like this!

Jiang Tian dusted off his hands, turned toward Qi Yang, and grinned. "Looks like the guys you called weren't much good."

As he spoke, he walked toward Qi Yang, step by step.

Qi Yang was nearly scared out of his wits. He backed away, shouting, "Stay back! Stay back!"

Jiang Tian ignored him and continued approaching, perfectly composed.

Click!

But just then, Qi Yang suddenly pulled a gun from his waistband and aimed it at Jiang Tian.

"Take another step and I'll shoot!"

Qi Yang roared furiously.

"A gun!"

At the sight, the fear in Xianxian's heart, which had only just begun to ease, surged back again.

As for the saleswomen nearby, they had long since started screaming and hiding beneath the display stands.

"You even have a gun?"

Jiang Tian frowned slightly at the dark muzzle pointed at him.

It seemed the Qi Family had quite some clout. Carrying a gun within Great Xia was certainly not something an ordinary person could manage!

"Stop right there, you little bastard! Take one more step and I'll kill you!"

Qi Yang glared with wide, bloodshot eyes, looking as though he had gone berserk.

He was truly afraid. Extreme terror could drive a person mad, and he had clearly reached that point.

Yet Jiang Tian only smiled faintly at his panic and kept walking toward him. Pointing at his own forehead, he said, "Go on. Shoot me right here!"

Seeing Jiang Tian still daring to walk straight toward the muzzle, Qi Yang was dumbfounded. He hastily disengaged the safety and stammered, "Stop walking! I really will shoot!"

"Then shoot. I'm not stopping you."

A smile lingered on Jiang Tian's lips as he kept advancing.

"You... aren't you afraid of dying?"

Seeing that Jiang Tian was even crazier than he was, Qi Yang nearly broke down completely.

Seriously, was this guy insane?

While he was still reeling in terror, Jiang Tian reached him and snatched the gun from his hand.

Smack!

He slapped him across the face.

"What the hell are you pointing that for if you don't have the guts to shoot?"

Jiang Tian spat contemptuously.

Then he looked down at the gun in his hand and pulled the trigger.

The expected bullet never came. Instead, a reddish flame sprang from the muzzle.

"So it's a gun-shaped lighter. No wonder it felt so light."

Jiang Tian gave Qi Yang a scornful glance, threw the gun-no, the lighter-onto the floor, and crushed it underfoot.

"Was that fun?"

Then he fixed Qi Yang with a sinister stare.

By now, Qi Yang had nearly wet himself. Covering his face, he backed away and said, "N-no... it wasn't fun. It wasn't fun at all! I want to go home to my mom!"

As he spoke, the bastard actually burst into tears.

He was used to being fawned over. When had he ever faced anything like this?

A look of exasperation crossed Jiang Tian's face as he watched Qi Yang burst into tears.

Seriously? And this guy wanted to start a gang and play the tough guy?

"Shut it!"

Jiang Tian barked, cutting off Qi Yang's sobs.

Startled, Qi Yang stopped crying at once. But while the opening up top shut, the one down below didn't manage it in time, and Jiang Tian scared a fart out of him.

Pffft~

The pungent stench instantly spread throughout the hall.

"..."

"Did you shit yourself?"

Jiang Tian asked with a frown.

"N-no."

Qi Yang shook his head as he sniffled.

Jiang Tian's brow twitched. Suppressing the urge to kill him, he asked, "Do you want to live?"

"Yes!"

Qi Yang nodded frantically.

"Good. I'll give you a chance."

Jiang Tian grinned and hooked an arm around his neck.

Qi Yang didn't dare move a muscle. "Is there something you need me to do, boss?"

Jiang Tian glanced at him. "You catch on fast."

"No problem! Absolutely no problem!"

"What's no problem? Have I told you what I want you to do yet?"

Jiang Tian frowned.

"I'll do anything, as long as you don't kill me!"

Qi Yang hurriedly replied.

"Hmph. At least you know where you stand."

Seeing how desperately he wanted to survive, Jiang Tian couldn't help smiling faintly.

Qi Yang forced a smile that looked worse than crying.

How could he not want to live? He had finally managed to be born into a good family. He didn't want to die and start over now!

Jiang Tian looked at him. "What I want is simple. Just one thing: return every last cent of the demolition compensation you stole from South Street Village to the villagers. Can you do that?"

Qi Yang froze. "What?"

Jiang Tian's expression turned cold. "What? You can't?"

His stare made Qi Yang shudder, and he shook his head repeatedly. "No, no, no! I can do it! I'll have someone return all the outstanding demolition compensation right away! Just don't kill me!"

Jiang Tian chuckled. "Relax. As long as you do exactly what I tell you, you'll be fine. Now get lost. I want results within three days. Otherwise..."

Jiang Tian slammed his palm onto the marble counter beside him. With a bang, the marble, several centimeters thick, shattered under that single blow...