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"Fang Hao!"

The man in the Zhongshan suit shouted, his face growing ugly.

He glared tightly at Qin Yu and roared angrily, "You dare to hurt our brothers? Take him to the back, I want to personally cripple him!"

"Hehe, Qin, you've gone too far, not only stealing my wallet but also injuring the chamber of commerce's security personnel. Better clean your butt and get ready to squat in jail for three to five years!"

Ye Tianling revealed a schadenfreude expression.

Perhaps if Qin Yu had hit an ordinary person, he could settle the matter with money, or through Yan Mingyu's influence.

But these security personnel represented the face of the Jinling Chamber of Commerce, and Qin Yu hitting them was tantamount to slapping the Chamber's face.

As long as the Jinling Chamber of Commerce clung to the issue, Qin Yu would definitely go to jail.

Of course, this was under the premise that Qin Yu didn't have the identity of Dragon Gate Leader—a fact Ye Tianling couldn't even dream of.

"Tsk tsk, thieves are so brazen these days. They steal wallets and beat people up, completely lawless!"

"He's not brazen, he's ignorant. Why steal from anywhere else and pick the Jinling Chamber of Commerce? Both chairmen are not simple characters, with just a flick of their fingers, this kid is finished!"

"Let's check too, to see if anything's gone missing on us. Catch the thief with the stolen goods, then we can identify him on the spot!"

The men and women in the hall talked while feeling themselves for any lost items, worried they had also lost something.

"Ye Tianling, you know full well whether I've stolen anything. Your low-level tactics are simply a disgrace to the Ye Family," Qin Yu said to Ye Tianling flatly before turning to the man in the Zhongshan suit, "I didn't lay a hand on anyone. He probably has an illness already. If you don't believe me, you can send him to the hospital to check."

"Cut the crap, come with us to the security center!"

The man in the Zhongshan suit obviously wouldn't believe Qin Yu. He reached for Qin Yu's shoulder, attempting to take control of him.

"Haha, Qin, beg me. Maybe I can get them to spare you a way out, otherwise, you're totally screwed today!"

Ye Tianling laughed very happily.

"Then you get screwed first!"

Qin Yu's eyes turned cold for a moment. He despised people who resorted to dirty tricks. His body swayed, brushing past the man in the Zhongshan suit, and he kicked Ye Tianling hard.

"Damn it..."

Ye Tianling had no martial arts foundation, just an ordinary person, and Qin Yu's kick sent him flying like a sack for several meters.

Thump...

Crashing to the floor, he writhed in pain, clutching his stomach.

"You little punk, you dare to hurt someone! Everyone, get him!"

Seeing Qin Yu was skilled, easily dodging his attack and kicking someone so far, the man in the Zhongshan suit's face darkened, and he waved his arm.

"Yes!"

A group of youngsters in black rushed toward Qin Yu with batons.

"If you want to make a big deal out of this, then let's make it big," Qin Yu said, knowing things couldn't end well today. After squinting his eyes, he swiftly punched out, knocking the group in black flat on the ground.

"Young Master Ye."

At that moment, Nangong Kui helped the disheveled Ye Tianling up and asked in a low voice, "Should we call for backup?"

"Damn it, useless, my men can't beat him!"

Ye Tianling gritted his teeth, filled with unwillingness.

"It doesn't matter, we can follow the proper procedure and just call the police," Nangong Kui said, glancing around.

"Call what, you want to be even more embarrassing!"

Ye Tianling said angrily.

After all, he was a disciple of the prestigious Ye Family. Being kicked by a mere bodyguard and having it spread would be humiliating—how could he face returning to the Ye Family?

"Er..."

Nangong Kui displayed an expression of speechlessness.

"What's all this racket about?"

At this moment, a commanding voice resonated from the second floor.

"President Zhao!"

The people in the hall all looked up towards the second floor.

"President Zhao, this man stole a VIP's wallet and also injured our brothers!"

The Zhongshan suit-clad man angrily pointed at Qin Yu and said.

"Oh, so many of you couldn't subdue him?"

Zhao Yucheng glanced at the security members strewn across the floor, feigning ignorance as he asked.

"President Zhao, he might be a Martial Artist; we are no match for him!"

The man in the Zhongshan suit shook his head, expressing his frustration.

"Oh, a Martial Artist, eh..."

Zhao Yucheng stroked his chin, drawing out his voice, "Seems like Martial Artists fall under the jurisdiction of Sector Seven. How convenient, there's someone from Sector Seven right here. Qilin, what do you think should be done with this matter?"

"A Martial Artist committing theft and intentionally injuring people has violated the laws of Sector Seven. Take him away and lock him up first!"

Following his words, Zhao Qilin snapped his fingers, and two young men in athletic attire entered from the doorway, evidently people from Sector Seven.

If, at this moment, Qin Yu dared to resist, he would be opposing Sector Seven, and Zhao Qilin could pin an even bigger charge on him.

"Heh, Zhao Qilin, not a bad plan you have there!"

Qin Yu chuckled.

By now, he had realized that everything tonight was a setup by Zhao Qilin. First, he had people provoke Qin Yu, and should a fight occur, there would be individuals injured on the ground, then he, the Deputy Leader of Sector Seven, would appear and slap a label on Qin Yu.

Once in his hands, it would be up to him whether Qin Yu lived or died.

"Mr. Qin, are you implying I can't handle you?"

Zhao Qilin narrowed his eyes; surely he would not admit that all of this was his manipulation.

"Zhao Qilin, after all, you're the second in command of Sector Seven. If you truly find my little bodyguard self so irksome, why not strike directly? Going through such a big roundabout way, aren't you embarrassed?"

Qin Yu shrugged his shoulders.

Since Zhao Qilin had started playing his games against him, cowering would be useless; he had to confront him head-on.

"Ladies and gentlemen, you've heard him. He's not only committed theft but also intentionally hurt people. As Deputy Leader of Sector Seven, don't I have the authority to arrest him?"

Zhao Qilin didn't show any embarrassment; instead, a calculating glint of triumph crossed his eyes.

If Qin Yu had surrendered without resistance earlier, it would have been very difficult for him to walk out alive from Sector Seven. On the other hand, by confronting Zhao Qilin head-on, Qin Yu had given Zhao a legitimate reason to act.

Even if he killed Qin Yu in front of everyone, it wouldn't be deemed inappropriate when word spread.

"Deputy Leader Zhao, this man's arrogance, bolstered by his fighting skills, is simply too much. Please uphold justice for us!"

Ye Tianling was the first to come forward and speak.

To become the second in command of Sector Seven, responsible for managing Martial Artists, his combat capabilities were undoubtedly unquestionable, certainly off the charts.

"Exactly, Deputy Leader Zhao, you must personally take action to quell this thief's arrogance!"

"We all saw it; he was the first to lift a hand and injure someone!"

"Deputy Leader Zhao, sort him out!"

Of course, the crowd in the hall was on Zhao Qilin's side.

"Alright then, since everyone feels that way. I will personally take action today to teach this youngster a lesson!"

Zhao Qilin slowly descended the stairs and came up to Qin Yu, leisurely saying, "After so many years, I have finally encountered someone who dares to provoke me repeatedly!"

"It seems to be my honor!"

Qin Yu responded indifferently.

With Zhao Qilin baring his fangs, Qin Yu had no choice but to accompany him to the end.