He obtained the God of All Laws from human skin.

Upon hearing this,

Zhao Fuquan was taken aback at first, then an undisguised gloating appeared on his face.

He turned sharply to Master Qian, his voice filled with barely concealed urgency and excitement: "Master Qian! Did you hear that? Song Hai is here to demand an explanation! Qin Chuan caused trouble outside, and now he's come knocking on our door. If we don't deal with it promptly, I'm afraid there will be bloodshed at Heaven on Earth tonight, which will ruin our business."

He became increasingly agitated as he spoke, waving his hand and pointing at Qin Chuan's nose: "Master Qian, I implore you to allow me to apprehend Qin Chuan immediately and hand him over to Song Hai! Only in this way can we quell Song Hai's anger and preserve the peace and stability of our Heaven and Earth Inn!"

Several of Zhao Fuquan's confidants chimed in, chattering amongst themselves.

"right"

That's how it should be.

"We can't let one person's actions harm everyone else."

......

Master Qian glanced at Zhao Fuquan, sighed softly, then fixed his gaze on Qin Chuan's face and asked, "What explanation do you have?"

Qin Chuan remained calm and cupped his fists towards Master Qian, saying, "Master Qian, there's no rush."

"Not in a hurry?" Zhao Fuquan's voice rose eight octaves as if a cat's tail had been stepped on. "They've already come knocking on our door, and you're telling me not in a hurry? You just want to drag Heaven on Earth down with you, don't you? You want to get Qian Ye to help you, don't you?"

Qin Chuan didn't even glance at him, but stared at Master Qian: "Master Qian, we can talk after Song Hai arrives with his men."

Upon hearing this, everyone stared at Master Qian.

After a moment of silence, Mr. Qian finally spoke, his voice not loud, but carrying an undeniable authority: "Then wait and see."

Zhao Fuquan's smile froze, his lips moved a few times, but he ultimately didn't dare to say anything more.

He glared fiercely at Qin Chuan, stepped aside, crossed his arms, and waited to see Qin Chuan make a fool of himself.

Qin Chuan then had Sister Wu lead Xiao Taohua and the others, along with the people Sister Feng brought, to the second floor to take shelter.

The rest of the people stood in the hall, waiting for Song Hai to arrive.

Soon after,

A sound suddenly came from outside the door.

"Third brother, are you hiding in the house because you're afraid to see me?"

The voice precedes the person.

The voice was rough and loud, carrying an undisguised sense of provocation.

What followed was a burst of unrestrained laughter.

"Hahaha……"

Before the laughter had even subsided, a burly figure suddenly appeared at the doorway.

The man was as strong as a bear, wearing an open black short jacket; he was none other than Song Hai, the second-in-command of the Iron Hand Gang.

Behind him stood a large group of people, at least twenty or thirty.

They tilted their heads, put their hands on their hips, and peered into the hall with hostile eyes, completely blocking the entrance to Heaven on Earth.

Song Hai strode across the threshold, his gaze sweeping around the hall before finally settling on Master Qian, who was sitting upright in a grand chair.

He grinned, his provocation undisguised: "Third brother, you didn't even come out to greet your second brother? What, now that you're doing well, you look down on your second brother?"

Master Qian remained seated, not moving. "Second Brother is too kind. I was just about to get up to greet you, but you were too quick and didn't give me a chance. May I ask what brings you to my humble gambling den today?"

There were no extra pleasantries between them; they both knew that their relationship was merely superficial.

Song Hai chuckled, casually sat down on a chair next to him, crossed his legs, patted the armrest, and acted as if he were at home: "Of course, I have something to discuss with you."

After saying that, he stretched out his hand and waved it behind him.

The crowd parted to make way, and several figures, supporting each other and limping, walked in.

It was the group of people from Mayi Lane who were brutally beaten by Qin Chuan.

The local thug's face was still covered in unwashed lime, and he walked with one hand on his waist.

The round-faced thug and the tall, thin man were both hunched over, supporting each other, their bodies covered in bandages.

The others also looked extremely injured and disheveled.

Several people entered the hall, first looking around, and then their eyes all fell on Qin Chuan.

The local thug raised his finger, pointing it directly at Qin Chuan, his voice hoarse but resolute:

"It was him! He's the one who hit us! Not only did he delay our collection of wedding gifts, but he also beat us up like this!"

The other thugs chimed in, "Yes, that's him!"

"That's the kid! I'd recognize him even if he were ashes!"

"After beating people up, he even left his name, something like 'Heaven on Earth, Qin Chuan'."

......

The group chattered amongst themselves, their resentment palpable.

After hearing this, Song Hai slowly turned his head to look at Master Qian, and spread his hands.

"Third brother, your men," he paused deliberately, glanced at Qin Chuan, and a meaningful smile appeared on his lips, "seem to be a little unruly."

Song Hai's gaze was fixed on Qian Laifu. Both of them knew that the beating of those thugs in Mayi Alley was just a pretext.

Song Hai's grand visit today was actually aimed at Qian Laifu from the very beginning.

"Really?" Master Qian stared at Song Hai.

"Yeah," Song Hai grinned, "Since you're so clueless, I'll help you teach your men what the rules are."

After saying this, he turned his head, his gaze falling on Qin Chuan, his eyes full of contempt, and a slight smirk playing on his lips.

"You hit one of my men, you know what to do, right?"

As soon as this word comes out,

The hall fell silent for a moment, and all eyes turned to Qin Chuan.

Qin Chuan didn't reply, but walked towards the gang leader and his men.

When the local thug saw him approaching, he was taken aback at first, but then assumed that Qin Chuan was going to back down and apologize, so he straightened his back a bit.

He clutched his back, bared his teeth, and spoke first: "What? Scared now? Want to apologize? Too late!"

The round-faced thug next to them chimed in, shouting sarcastically, "That's right! Weren't you so tough when you were beating people up? Now you're chickening out?"

The tall, thin man, hunched over, glanced at Qin Chuan sideways: "However, if you're willing to kneel down and kowtow to us brothers a few times, and if your attitude is sincere, we might consider forgiving you this time."

"Yes, yes, yes, kowtow a few times!" another thug chimed in. "One kowtow for one punch. Count how many times you've hit us and then kowtow!"

The group chatted away, getting more and more excited as they talked, as if they could already see Qin Chuan kneeling on the ground begging for mercy.

Qin Chuan walked up to the local thugs and their group, looking at their faces.

Without hesitation or pause, he swung his right arm hard, slapping the thug leader squarely across the face with a whoosh.

"Snapped!"

The sharp crack exploded in the quiet hall, making everyone's ears ring.

The thug's laughter abruptly stopped; the slap sent his head snapping to one side, something flying out of his mouth.

It was a bloody molar.

Before he could react, Qin Chuan's left hand had already swung out.

"Snapped!"

There was another sound, louder and more devastating than the first.

The thug's face was slapped to the side, a gash appeared at the corner of his mouth, and blood flowed down his chin.

He swayed twice, his legs went weak, and he fell to his knees with a thud. Stars flashed before his eyes, and his ears were ringing.

Qin Chuan did not stop.

He stepped to the side, and with a swift motion, swung his right hand in a wide arc, slapping the round-faced thug hard across the face.

"Snapped!"

The round-faced thug's already swollen face was now distorted by the slap, blood spurting from his nose. He looked like a flattened toad as he staggered and crashed into the tables and chairs next to him.

Before the fight was even over, Qin Chuan slapped the tall, thin man hard with his left hand again.

"Snapped!"

The sound was crisp and fierce. The tall, thin man was sent spinning half a circle by the blow, falling to the ground, whimpering incoherently, unable to utter another sarcastic word.

Ambidextrous

That's incredibly impressive!