Stop pretending, I'm a security guard, a five-star general!

Fang Ping was also taken aback when he heard Qin Yu's introduction:

"You are the grandson of Inspector Qin? How come I've never seen you before?"

Every year, high-ranking officials in the Southeast Province would hold an annual banquet, and each of them would bring their families to attend, but he had never seen this person at the banquet.

"It's normal that you haven't seen me before. After all, I'm a low-key person and don't like those kinds of occasions." Qin Yu gave a mysterious smile and waved his hand.

Of course, the truth is that he begged his grandfather to take him out to show off every year, but his grandfather thought it was embarrassing and never took him...

"So that's it."

Fang Ping nodded knowingly, without any doubt.

After all, spreading rumors about the identity of a high-ranking official of the Great Xia Dynasty is a very serious illegal act, and no one would be so insane as to do such a thing.

Thinking of this, Fang Ping suddenly felt a faint sense of anticipation for Qin Yu again.

After all, he is the grandson of the Great Xia Inspector. Although he has never been well-known, his strength must be considerable.

"What do you want from me?" Qin Yu asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Let's have a martial arts exchange," Fang Ping said, clasping his hands in a fist salute.

"They're just here to fight."

"Well... that's one way to put it."

"If you want to fight, that's fine too." Qin Yu stroked his chin, pondering for a moment:

"But what kind of person am I, huh? If just any Tom, Dick, or Harry comes to challenge me, wouldn't I be exhausted to death?"

Fang Ping's lips twitched slightly.

Good heavens, I, the grandson of the Grand Governor of Great Xia, have been reduced to a nobody in your mouth?

"So what do you want to do?"

Qin Yu smiled slightly: "It's very simple. You fight my little brother Li Jun first. If you can beat him, then I'll fight you."

Li Jun: ? ? ?

Li Jun's pupils widened instantly; he was completely dumbfounded.

When the hell did I become your underling?

No, more importantly, you're actually making me fight against Boss Fang Ping now?!

If you want me dead, just say so. There's no need to beat around the bush. (Deathly smiley face)

Upon hearing this, Fang Ping didn't think much of it and nodded in agreement without hesitation.

He's a battle maniac, and he'd be happy to fight another one.

Li Jun was so frightened that his legs were trembling. He looked at Qin Yu and shook his head frantically.

"Qin, Squad Leader Qin, I, I can't do it."

Qin Yu glared at him and said, "How can a man say he can't do it? It's okay, I believe in you!"

Li Jun's forehead was covered in black lines. You actually believe I got beaten up, right?

Although he was extremely unwilling, he had no choice but to reluctantly agree under Qin Yu's powerful and tyrannical influence.

Anyway, he had already made up his mind.

He'll admit defeat as soon as the fight starts.

After all, he was facing the top genius in the Southeast Province, so admitting defeat directly wouldn't be shameful.

Thinking of this, he calmed down, his legs stopped trembling, and he stepped forward, looking at Fang Ping, and clasped his hands in a fist salute, saying:

"My name is Li Jun. Please enlighten me."

Fang Ping narrowed his eyes slightly, and returned the greeting with his hands clasped in a fist salute.

"please."

Qin Yu acted as the referee: "Five, four, one, start!"

Everyone: "..."

Good grief, is that how you count?

Fortunately, Li Jun, who was already well aware of Qin Yu's nature, was mentally prepared.

When he said "one," he was ready to admit defeat.

But to everyone's surprise, he had barely uttered the word "I" when Fang Ping rushed in front of him and punched him squarely in the face.

Just 0.31415 seconds later, Li Jun was sent flying at a speed of over 100 kilometers per hour, crashing heavily to the ground like a dead dog, spitting blood and losing consciousness.

Everyone shook their heads, unable to bear watching.

Poor Xiaojun, this is probably the umpteenth time he's been beaten and coughed up blood this semester. He probably doesn't have enough blood plasma left in his body.

Two school doctors quickly ran over, expertly lifted Li Jun onto a stretcher, and left, completely unfazed by his injuries.