Huayu: Don't force me to be a master

Chapter 30 You've hurt yourself.

There's blood!

Qian Lang stared in disbelief at the bleeding wound on the back of his hand.

Blood gushed from the wound, trickling down the back of his hand and dripping onto the ground, one drop, then two.

Does it hurt?

It doesn't hurt.

But a thought suddenly flashed through his mind—what would happen to these two girls if they weren't protected by him?

He was cornered by those thugs and dragged into that dark alley, where he could only cry out to heaven and earth in vain.

Liu Yifei's face, Su Chang's innocent charm, in this place, in the hands of these people... Qian Lang dared not think any further.

Another thought immediately popped into my head—what if he can't fight?

If he were just an ordinary person, wouldn't he have been able to dodge that stab?

The liver was stabbed; a single incision caused massive bleeding, and before the ambulance could arrive, the person was gone.

Then his mother died.

Reborn, only to die at the hands of a thug's switchblade?

Qian Lang's eyes reddened.

It's not pain, it's something else.

A surge of violent energy suddenly rose from the depths of his heart, like a red-hot iron bar, instantly piercing through his entire body.

He looked up, and the look in his eyes as he looked at the group of thugs changed.

The blond-haired man felt uneasy under that look, but he still refused to back down.

"Damn, he's glaring at us even after we've drawn blood! Brothers, let's get him and cripple him!"

The group of thugs looked at each other and then rushed forward again.

The first one to rush up was carrying a switchblade, and this time he aimed straight for Qian Lang's chest.

The money flowed forward instead of retreating.

He sidestepped the blade, his right hand flashing as he grabbed the man's wrist holding the knife and twisted it hard—"Crack!" The sound of bones dislocating.

"ah--!"

The man screamed in agony as the knife slipped from his hand and fell to the ground.

Qian Lang caught the falling switchblade with his left hand, then swung it backhand and plunged it into the man's shoulder.

It's not deep, but it's enough.

"ah--!!!"

The screams grew louder, and the man clutched his shoulder and fell backward, blood gushing from between his fingers.

The other three were stunned by the scene and stopped in their tracks.

"Go!"

The blond-haired guy shouted from behind.

Nobody moved.

Qian Lang gripped the bloodstained knife and took a step forward.

This step felt like a blow to their hearts, and all three of them took a step back.

Qian Lang took another step forward. The three people retreated again.

Then, no one knows who ran first, but the three of them turned and ran without looking back, disappearing into the end of the alley in the blink of an eye.

Only the blond guy and the guy on the ground clutching his shoulder and wailing remained.

Huang Mao's legs went weak; he wanted to run, but his legs wouldn't obey him.

Qian Lang walked over.

Yellow Hair retreated until he reached the base of the wall, where he had nowhere left to retreat.

"Brother...Big brother...I was wrong..."

"It's yellow hair," Huang Mao stammered.

"I...I was blind to your greatness..."

Qian Lang didn't say anything.

He threw away the switchblade and then punched the blond-haired man in the face.

The blond-haired man's face immediately swelled up on one side, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

One punch.

Another punch.

Qian Lang had no idea how many punches he had thrown.

All he knew was that he couldn't stop.

That violent energy surged through his body, dissipating a little with each punch, only to regenerate endlessly.

"Money Wave!"

Someone was calling him.

I didn't hear it.

"Qian Lang! Stop hitting him!"

The voice grew closer, trembling with sobs.

Qian Lang's fist froze in mid-air.

He felt someone hug him from behind.

very tight.

Two arms wrapped around his waist, slender and soft, yet they used all their strength.

"Stop hitting me...please stop hitting me..."

It's Liu Yifei.

Qian Lang stood there, stunned, and slowly lowered his fist.

He looked down at his hands—they were covered in blood, and he didn't know if it was his or Huang Mao's.

The blond-haired man was lying on the ground, his face covered in blood, his eyes swollen shut, and blood foam still coming out of his mouth.

"Money Wave..."

Liu Yifei's voice trembled slightly behind him, her face pressed against his back, her tears soaking his clothes.

"I'm afraid..."

Qian Lang's violent aura vanished instantly, as if doused with a bucket of cold water.

He turned around.

Liu Yifei was still holding him, her head buried in his chest, her shoulders trembling.

The girl who was excitedly shouting "Beat them up!" just moments ago is now crying her eyes out.

"Liu Yifei?"

He shouted.

He didn't look up.

"Liu Yifei, it's alright now."

She then raised her head, her face covered in tears, her eyes as red as a rabbit's.

"You...you were so scary just now..."

She said, sobbing.

Qian Lang looked at her, suddenly unsure of what to say.

Is it scary?

He himself didn't realize what had just happened.

"Alright, stop crying."

He reached out to wipe her tears, but when he saw the blood on his hand, he pulled it back.

Liu Yifei grabbed his hand, looked at the wound, and tears welled up in her eyes again.

"Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt."

"That's a lie."

She lowered her head, carefully holding his hand, her tears dripping onto the back of his hand, mingling with the blood.

Qian Lang looked at the top of her head and his heart suddenly softened.

Su Chang slowly walked over at this moment, her face pale, but she was more composed than Liu Yifei.

His eyes, however, held a complex expression.

"Let's hurry, the police will be here soon."

Su Chang said softly.

There weren't many people on the streets of this small town at this time, but someone might still have called the police.

Qian Lang nodded.

He patted Liu Yifei on the back.

"I'm gone."

Liu Yifei then let go, but still clung tightly to his clothes, as if afraid he would rush back.

The three people quickly left and disappeared into the night.

Behind him, the blond-haired man lay on the ground, muttering to himself.

"madman……"

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It was almost nine o'clock when we got back to the hotel.

As soon as the three of them entered the lobby, they saw Liu Xiaoli standing at the elevator entrance, her face so dark it could drip water.

Liu Yifei paused, instinctively hiding behind Qian Lang.

But it was too late.

Liu Xiaoli's gaze swept across her face—those two eyes as red as a rabbit's, the obvious traces of crying, and the blood stained on the hem of her clothes, whose name was unknown.

Then it moved to Qian Lang, and finally landed on his hand wrapped around the cuff of his coat.

The bleeding had stopped, but the cuff of the sleeve was stained red.

She wanted to say something, but she held back.

She simply walked over, took Liu Yifei's hand, and headed towards the elevator.

Liu Yifei was pulled a couple of steps, glanced back at Qian Lang, and then gave a mischievous smile.

Qian Lang smiled and shook his head.

After this experience, he found that he no longer disliked this burden.

However, who says an elevator can only seat two people?

"Su Chang, keep up!"

Qian Lang immediately followed him inside.

He completely ignored Liu Xiaoli's poker face.

Liu Xiaoli was so angry that her breathing became heavier.