Martial Arts Crossover: It All Started with Hijacking Li Canghai

As dusk settles, the Baihua Tower in the west of the city is brightly lit.

Qin Han strode through the gate with his hands behind his back. The building was filled with the fragrance of perfume and cosmetics. Several scantily clad women were swaying their hips on a platform in the center of the hall, while the tables around the building were filled with patrons seeking pleasure.

The madam, with her sharp eyes, noticed the material of Qin Han's black brocade robe and his leisurely demeanor, and immediately swayed her hips to greet him.

"Oh, sir, this looks unfamiliar. Is this your first time visiting our Hundred Flowers Pavilion? What kind of girls do you like? I'll pick out a few of the most beautiful ones for you and send them up."

Qin Han was unwilling to engage in such flattery. He casually pulled something from his sleeve and tossed it onto the table. With a muffled thud, a gleaming gold bar struck the mahogany table beside him, leaving a dent.

This is a substantial amount, at least fifty taels.

The madam's face instantly filled with a fawning smile, and she waved the handkerchief in her hand even more enthusiastically.

"Sir, which young lady would you like to see? Just give me her name!"

"White Peony".

Upon hearing these three words, the madam's smile faltered, and the gold bars on the table suddenly felt like they were burning hot.

"Oh, sir, you don't know this, but Miss Bai Mudan is the most beautiful courtesan in our Hundred Flowers Pavilion. She has a rule that she sells her art but not her body, so whether she gets to see a customer depends on fate."

Qin Han flipped his wrist again, and two more gold bars slammed onto the table.

Three gold bars were placed side by side, their golden light dazzling.

He may not have many other things, but he has a lot of money.

Putting aside his own substantial family wealth, Wei Xiaobao alone gave away a considerable amount of money this time.

Money isn't actually that important to someone like him.

The reason he had designs on the Qing Dynasty's dragon vein was simply to recruit soldiers and provide security for the soldiers who were willing to risk their lives for him.

It's worth using this money to find out Bai Mudan's identity.

"Are we destined to be together now?"

The madam swallowed hard. This was 150 taels of gold, enough to cover half a year's income for the Hundred Flowers Brothel, but she still shook her head and lowered her voice.

"Sir, this really isn't about money. Miss Peony is currently entertaining guests in the private room on the second floor. We can't afford to offend that guest."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a loud bang came from upstairs, followed by the ear-piercing sound of porcelain shattering.

A brothel guard dressed in shorts tumbled down the stairs, spitting blood as he landed not far from Qin Han's feet.

The music in the lobby stopped abruptly, and the guests all looked up.

A young man dressed in gold and silver stood in front of the wooden railing on the second floor, waving a folding fan in his hand, followed by a dozen burly and wicked servants.

"You shameless slut, it's your good fortune that I, this young master, have taken a liking to you in this godforsaken place. And you dare to act all high and mighty with me!"

The young master pointed at the door of the VIP room and started cursing.

A wicked servant stepped forward and loudly echoed his sentiments.

"That's right, my master is the prefect of Zhili. It's incredibly lucky you're serving my young master!"

The son of the prefect.

A collective gasp filled the hall as the guests realized why he was so arrogant—he must be from an official family.

The madam turned pale with fright and hurriedly ran upstairs.

"Oh, Young Master Wang, please calm down. This Miss Peony is stubborn, please don't take it to heart. I'll arrange a few more obedient ones for you right away..."

"Get out of my way! Today I not only want Bai Mudan to serve me, I want her to kneel and serve me! Break down the door!"

The prefect's son, filled with rage and with nowhere to vent it, raised his foot and kicked the madam hard in the stomach, knocking her to the ground.

A dozen or so wicked servants lunged fiercely at the door, and several guards rushed forward to try to stop them, but were knocked to the ground by the servants with a few punches and kicks, the sound of bones breaking clearly audible.

Qin Han stood downstairs looking up at this scene. He had come to a brothel to find Su Quan, only to encounter this kind of commonplace drama. He ignored the spoiled young master and continued to walk up the wooden stairs to the second floor.

The prefect's son, standing on higher ground, spotted Qin Han approaching at a glance.

"Stop right there! Are you blind? Can't you see I'm doing my job? Get out of here!"

The prefect's son pointed his folding fan at Qin Han's nose.

Qin Han continued walking upwards without stopping.

"You fucking dare come up here? Cripple this damn idiot and throw him out!"

The prefect's son waved his hand angrily.

Upon receiving the order, the four wicked servants immediately turned around, drew their steel knives from their waists, and, with fierce glints in their eyes, pounced on Qin Han.

"Kid, open your eyes wider next time you're reincarnated!"

The steel blade whistled as it slashed toward Qin Han's shoulder.

Qin Han didn't even glance at the four people. His hands remained behind his back. Just as the blade was half a foot away from him, an invisible burst of true energy erupted from his body.

There are no fancy moves or unnecessary actions; it's purely the release of protective true energy at the grandmaster level!

The four wicked servants at the forefront were struck in the chest by an invisible giant hammer.

Their sternums collapsed instantly, and the four burly men, each weighing over 100 pounds, coughed up blood. Their bodies were thrown backward, their feet leaving the ground, and they crashed through the wooden railing on the second floor.

The four men stormed into the lobby on the first floor, smashing several square tables to pieces. They lay in the wood chips, twitched a couple of times, and then fell silent.

The change came too quickly; the entire Hundred Flowers Pavilion was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

The prefect's son's hand holding the folding fan froze in mid-air. His arrogance hadn't even faded before it turned into extreme terror. The remaining dozen or so wicked servants looked at each other, their hands gripping their knives trembling.

Qin Han climbed the last step and stood on the second-floor corridor.

"Who the hell are you? My father is the Prefect of Zhili! If you dare lay a finger on me, I'll make sure you never leave this city!"

The prefect's son's voice trembled as he staggered backward, his back slamming heavily against the door of the top-tier private room.

"The Prefect of Zhili?"

Qin Han's lips twitched slightly.

He took a step forward and instantly covered a distance of two zhang (approximately 6.6 meters) to appear in front of the prefect's son.

The prefect's son only felt a blur before his eyes, and his neck was already firmly gripped by a large hand. He was lifted off the ground with one hand, and his legs were kicking wildly in mid-air.

His face turned purplish-red, and his eyes almost bulged out.

Qin Han sneered inwardly at this ant's overestimation of its own abilities. He had even twisted off Ao Bai's head and used it as a ball, so what was a mere prefect?

A foul odor suddenly emanated from the prefect's son's crotch, and a pale yellow liquid dripped down his trouser leg onto the wooden floor; he had wet himself in fright.

"That's disgusting."

Qin Han frowned slightly, his face full of disdain.

With a casual movement, he slammed the prefect's son to the ground. Before the boy could even catch his breath, he raised his right foot and stomped down hard on the prefect's son's left knee, the crisp sound of bones breaking immediately ringing out.

"Oh! My legs, my legs!"

The prefect's son let out a pig-like scream, clutching his twisted and deformed left leg and rolling wildly on the ground.

Qin Han didn't stop. He moved his right foot to Qin Han's right knee and exerted a little force, crushing both kneecaps into powder. Even a god couldn't reattach them.

"Take your young master and get out of my sight."

Qin Han glanced at the terrified slaves beside him.

"If you are still in front of me within three breaths, you will be just like him."

A dozen or so wicked servants snapped out of their daze and scrambled over to lift the unconscious prefect's son, rushing downstairs as if afraid that if they were a step too slow, they would lose their legs.

The guests in the lobby had all fled, and the madam hid behind the counter, trembling with fear.

Qin Han was the only one left in the second-floor corridor. He patted the dust off his sleeves and turned to look at the tightly closed door of the VIP room.

The courtesan was remarkably composed; despite the commotion outside, there wasn't a single sound coming from inside.