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Chapter 351 The sunlight shone on the blade, reflecting a dazzling light that chilled the heart.

He hardened his heart and shoved Qin Tai roughly out without hesitation, shouting at the top of his lungs, "It was all this guy's fault! It's all his fault!"

Upon hearing this, Zhong Qingyun struggled to turn her neck, which was almost immobilized by the bandages, and turned her head to look at him. Her eyes were filled with endless resentment and malice, as if she wanted to devour Qin Tai alive.

With just that one murderous glare, the burly, menacing thugs beside him instantly understood what he meant.

They stretched their thick arms, rubbed their fists together, and grinned menacingly, eager to make their move.

Zhou Huimin and her assistant were terrified, their faces pale and their bodies trembling uncontrollably.

Their eyes were filled with fear and helplessness; they had never encountered anything like this in their lives.

Seeing that Qin Tai was about to be surrounded and attacked by thugs, they felt a surge of sympathy and anxiety, thinking that they should plead for Qin Tai no matter what.

However, the assistant director glared at them fiercely and scolded them in a low voice, "At a time like this, don't meddle in other people's business, or you'll get yourself into trouble!"

His voice was filled with tension and anxiety, completely lacking his usual imposing manner on set.

Vivian Chow bit her lip, wanting to say something more, but was held tightly by her assistant.

The assistant looked terrified and frantically shook her head at her, signaling her not to act rashly.

Just as the thugs were about to pounce on Qin Tai like vicious wolves, Qin Tai suddenly appeared as a phantom, his speed as fast as a ghost, making him impossible to predict.

With a graceful sidestep, he narrowly avoided the initial aggressive lunge of the thug, and simultaneously delivered a powerful elbow strike, as forceful as a thunderbolt, slamming it into the opponent's back.

The thug felt a sharp pain, let out a muffled groan, and was thrown forward like a kite with a broken string, before crashing heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

"Wow, this guy is amazing!"

Someone in the crowd couldn't help but exclaim.

Seeing his companion suffer a loss, the other thug glared angrily, brandishing his fist, which was as thick as an iron hammer, and charged menacingly toward Qin Tai's face with a whooshing sound.

He was still yelling, "Where do you think you're going to hide!"

Qin Tai remained calm and tilted his head slightly, as the fist whizzed past his nose.

Immediately afterwards, he launched a fierce sweeping kick, as swift as a whirlwind, instantly knocking the thug to the ground, causing him to fall face-first into the mud.

"Good fight!"

Zhou Huimin couldn't help but shout out, and her assistant quickly covered her mouth.

At this moment, several more thugs rushed forward, yelling, attempting to use their numerical advantage to trap Qin Tai.

Qin Tai's eyes sharpened, flashing with determination and fearlessness like cold stars, and he said in a cold voice, "Just you?"

Qin Tai's footwork was unpredictable, like a light-footed figure darting left and right through the crowd, his movements elusive and unpredictable.

Every move was swift as lightning, precise and powerful.

He would sometimes deliver a powerful straight punch, causing his opponent's nose to bleed profusely, like a blooming crimson flower.

At times, a skillful grappling move would seize control of the opponent's joints, causing them to let out painful howls, like a wounded wild beast.

"This is incredible! It's like a martial arts movie!"

The assistant director watched in stunned silence.

Qin Tai's movements were fluid, clean, and efficient, without the slightest hesitation.

Before him, these seemingly fierce thugs appeared not to be vicious criminals, but rather a group of defenseless scarecrows.

Although the thugs outnumbered them and seemed aggressive, they gradually lost their composure under Qin Tai's rapid and fierce counterattack. They were beaten until they were dizzy and disoriented, staggering about.

Some fled in panic, while others lay on the ground groaning in pain, their initial arrogance completely gone.

Seeing his thugs fall one after another, the man in the red suit's face grew increasingly grim. He roared, "A bunch of trash! Get up and keep going!"

Qin Tai smiled dismissively and said, "If you're so capable, why don't you try it yourself!"

At this moment, the thugs who had fallen to the ground struggled to their feet again and lunged at Qin Tai once more. Qin Tai moved like the wind, delivering a flying kick that sent the lead thug flying a considerable distance, shouting, "You're courting death!"

Those around them were so shocked by the fierce fight that they dared not breathe. Vivian Chow and her assistant nervously gripped each other's hands.

The assistant director was so anxious that he kept stamping his feet and muttering, "What are we going to do? What are we going to do?!"

Qin Tai used both hands to take down several more thugs, saying as he beat them, "You dare to come out and embarrass yourself with such little skill!"

The man in the red suit was furious, but dared not step forward rashly.

Suddenly, Qin Tai delivered a spinning kick, knocking down the last few thugs. In an instant, the scene was filled with thugs lying haphazardly, groaning in pain.

Zhong Qingyang, the man in the red suit, had a face so dark it looked like it could drip water.

He clapped his hands expressionlessly and said coldly, "Not bad, but you can't escape today."

After he finished speaking, he waved his hand, and a group of luxury cars quickly surrounded him.

The car doors opened one after another, and the people who got out all looked fierce and menacing, each holding a gleaming machete.

The sunlight shone on the blade, reflecting a blinding light that sent chills down one's spine.

"Today is the day you die!"

Zhong Qingyang roared through gritted teeth.

When Vivian Chow and her assistant saw this commotion, they screamed in fright.

The assistant director's legs went weak, and he almost collapsed to the ground, muttering, "It's over, it's over, it's all over..."

Qin Tai remained unfazed, his gaze fixed firmly on Zhong Qingyang, showing no fear whatsoever.

Looking at the tense scene before him, the assistant director felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave. His face turned ashen, and he sighed inwardly, "Today is completely over! If someone dies on set, our show will be ruined, and my career will be over!"

He was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, pacing around in circles without any solution. Large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, and his legs trembled uncontrollably.

Qin Tai showed no fear whatsoever; instead, he wore a calm and composed smile, a smile as warm as the spring sun, yet also carrying a mysterious air that was hard to fathom.

Upon seeing that smile, Zhong Qingyang was instantly enraged and roared furiously, "Hmph, you're about to die and you're still putting on an act. I'll see how long you can keep up this arrogance!"

Qin Tai, however, seemed not to have heard his roar, and calmly said, "Zhong Qingyang, stop making a scene. Where is Zhong Kai? Tell him to come see me right now."

Zhong Qingyang was completely stunned the moment he heard these words.

He wondered if Qin Tai had lost his mind.

The assistant director stood frozen in place, as if under a spell. His mouth was agape, wide enough to fit an egg, and his eyes were filled with astonishment and confusion.