"You worthless piece of trash, how dare you insult my father?" Zhang Hao raged, glaring at Qin Yi with a sullen expression.
Zhang Wenhao, however, suddenly waved his hand and said, "Zhang Hao, sit down. Do not lose your manners in front of Director Liu and President Dong. Arguing with such a person will only lower your status."
Zhang Hao gave Qin Yi a cold look and sat down angrily.
Zhang Wenhao said, "President Dong, Director Liu, I heard the reason you helped Xia Yanbing was at someone else’s request?"
"That’s right, indeed it was," Dong Zhiping said.
Liu Zhanyuan nodded slightly.
Zhang Wenhao smiled and said, "I’m very curious, in Yinfeng City, you’re both big shots, who has such skills to engage both of you?"
Dong Zhiping looked at Zhang Wenhao with a faint smile and said, "That’s not something to be said."
Zhang Wenhao’s face stiffened, and he chuckled dryly, "At least let us know who we’ve offended, right?"
"Immortal," Liu Zhanyuan said respectfully.
Zhang Wenhao and his son looked utterly bewildered. What on earth is an Immortal?
Qin Yi’s mouth twitched several times, looking speechless.
Qin Yi put down his chopsticks, picked up a clean napkin to wipe his mouth, and said indifferently, "I’m full. Time to get down to business."
Zhang Wenhao and his son looked at Qin Yi with dark expressions.
"Zhang Wenhao, how do you plan to settle Zhang Lin offending my wife?"
Zhang Hao shouted angrily, "Qin Yi, are you really seeking death?"
"Is this your final stance?" Qin Yi asked indifferently.
Zhang Wenhao sneered coldly, "Mr. Qin, how exactly do you want us to settle this?"
"Simple, you apologize to my wife with gifts personally. Whenever my wife is present, your Zhang Family should avoid her by a long distance, and this matter will be forgotten."
"Do you know what the hell you’re saying?" Zhang Hao yelled angrily.
Zhang Wenhao sneered disdainfully, "Qin Yi, do you know how ridiculous your words are? Me apologize personally, I’m afraid Xia Yanbing can’t handle it. If not for Director Dong and President Liu today, a cripple like you wouldn’t even have the right to see me."
Qin Yi smiled lightly, "Zhang Wenhao, if I didn’t need a dog that can bite, your whole family would probably be dead by now."
"Qin Yi, you really are asking for death." Zhang Hao shot up, pointing at Qin Yi angrily, "If you walk out of here unharmed today, I’ll no longer be called Zhang Hao."
Liu Zhanyuan and Dong Zhiping smirked, Zhang Hao’s actions were digging his own grave.
"Make all the waiters leave," Qin Yi said calmly.
Dong Zhiping waved his hand, and all the waiters left.
Zhang Wenhao’s gaze flickered, it was unbelievable that Dong Zhiping actually listened to Qin Yi.
"Come!" Zhang Hao, however, didn’t notice this detail, and shouted angrily.
Four burly men in black rushed in from the outside.
"President Dong, Director Liu, don’t say I’m not giving you face, but this trash insulted my father. If I don’t teach him a lesson, others will think our Zhang Family is easy to bully." Zhang Hao finished, pointing at Qin Yi and yelled angrily, "Break this trash’s hands for me."
The four burly men in black instantly flashed fierce gazes and approached Qin Yi. These people were professional fighters trained by the Zhang Family, known for their ruthless methods.
Qin Yi looked at the four men in black indifferently, slowly picked up the silver chopsticks on the table, and sneered, "These things not only serve for eating but also for taking lives."
As those words fell, the silver chopsticks suspended in Qin Yi’s palm, as if held by an invisible force.
Qin Yi flicked his finger, and the two silver chopsticks turned into two streaks of silver light, shooting out explosively.
The two silver chopsticks pierced into the shoulders of the two leading men in black, shooting out from their backs, the force didn’t diminish, continuing to pierce the shoulders of the two behind them, blood splattered, and the terrifying force sent all four men flying.
At the same time, the four emitted blood-curdling screams almost simultaneously.
The scariest part wasn’t over; the two flying chopsticks circled around in the air and returned, orbiting around Qin Yi, creating a piercing sound of air currents.
Zhang Wenhao and his son’s eyes widened in terror, like two toads, their eyeballs nearly popping out.
Even though Liu Zhanyuan and Dong Zhiping had seen Qin Yi’s divine ghost techniques before, they were still shocked, utterly stunned.
Qin Yi’s indifferent gaze slowly raised his hand; all the silver chopsticks on the table floated into the air. On a large table for more than thirty people, over sixty silver chopsticks gathered, forming a silver dragon, whistling through the air.
Suddenly, the silver dragon formed by over sixty chopsticks shot explosively towards Zhang Wenhao and his son.
Zhang Wenhao and his son screamed in terror.
The silver dragon whistled past, directly tearing their chairs into pieces, the entire chairs shattered into countless wooden shards.
Zhang Wenhao and his son fell heavily to the ground, their faces pale as paper.
Qin Yi slowly raised his hand, and suddenly, the air in the entire private room distorted. Dong Zhiping and Liu Zhanyuan only felt the air around them violently agitating, as if countless blades were about to cut them to pieces, chills ran down their spines.
Zhang Wenhao and his son were horrified to discover that it was as if an invisible hand was gripping their necks, lifting them off the ground, letting them float slowly in front of Qin Yi. The dragon of sixty chopsticks circled them, creating intense sharp air sounds, as if ready to tear them apart at any second.
On the ground, the four martial artist men in black, blood seeped between their fingers from the shoulders, but they were so frightened that they trembled all over, not daring to even scream anymore. It was their first time witnessing such a terrifying scene.
Qin Yi looked coldly at Zhang Wenhao and his son, with a slight smirk on his lips.
But Zhang Wenhao and his son were so terrified that they shivered like sieves, all their internal organs trembling, their eyes filled with horror.
"Zhang Wenhao, now do you know who entrusted us?" Liu Zhanyuan walked over, respectfully standing behind Qin Yi.
Zhang Wenhao and his son weren’t fools, once Qin Yi acted, they knew immediately. That the person behind all this was this cripple everyone underestimated sitting in the wheelchair.
Immortal? Zhang Wenhao recalled Liu Zhanyuan’s words, saying the person entrusting them was an Immortal. Back then he wondered what kind of joke that was, but now he understood everything.
The Immortal was Qin Yi; his methods were terrifying.
"Zhang Wenhao, do you think I am qualified to demand an explanation regarding my wife’s case?" Qin Yi asked lightly.
As soon as those words fell, Qin Yi slowly extended his hand, clenching his fingers in midair.
Crackling sounds emerged from Zhang Wenhao’s neck, his face turned purple-red, veins on his forehead, neck, and temples bulged, and his eyeballs became bloodshot.
Zhang Wenhao felt like his neck was about to be crushed. Just as he thought he was about to die, Qin Yi suddenly withdrew his hand, causing the invisible hand around his neck to disappear, making him fall heavily to the ground.
Zhang Wenhao clutched his neck with both hands, gasping desperately like a dying fish. He’d never realized just how beautiful breathing could be.
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