Martial Arts Crossover: It All Started with Hijacking Li Canghai

As soon as Wu Yingxiong finished speaking, Balangxing and Zhang Yong, who were behind him, took two steps forward. Both of them were veterans under Wu Sangui.

Knowing his young master's tastes perfectly, Balangxing was skilled in the art of blood-spotting grappling.

He was about to grab Wanwan's shoulder.

"You dare to keep embracing the woman the young master has taken a fancy to?"

Zhang Yong then twisted his body and moved closer to Shi Feixuan.

"Young lady, come with our young master, and he'll make sure you live a life of luxury from now on."

Liu Dahong stood still, not daring to move, knowing how ruthless this man was, but he deliberately didn't say anything to warn the two men.

She simply took a half-step back, pretending that she hadn't had time to react.

Qin Han raised his hand and casually struck twice with his palms. The large handprints created a powerful gust of wind in mid-air, and the two forces struck Balangxing and Zhang Yong directly on the head.

A crisp sound of bones breaking rang out, and both of their necks twisted three and a half times simultaneously!

His face was slapped so hard that it turned to his back.

His eyes were still wide open, staring in Wu Yingxiong's direction, and his mouth remained open as when he was speaking, with his tongue sticking out.

Wu Yingxiong's expression froze!

Looking at the two corpses with their eyes wide open, he was momentarily stunned. Had the elite troops trained by his own father really perished here?

He was slapped to death without even a chance to meet her.

Wu Yingxiong instinctively wanted to back away, realizing he had bitten off more than he could chew. He should have asked the other party's name earlier.

My legs felt weak and I couldn't muster any strength.

"You...you..."

Jiang Yuyan watched as her master took action.

He stepped forward and moved directly in front of Wu Yingxiong, raising his right hand and slapping him hard!

The slap knocked several of Wu Yingxiong's teeth out of his mouth, and half of his face visibly shrunk, his nose crooked to the side.

He lost his balance and fell backward, crashing through the railing on the second floor of the restaurant and falling onto the street outside, where he also crushed a wood stall selling cloth across the street.

Kublai Khan is no longer arrogant; he doesn't even dare to breathe loudly anymore.

Qin Han showed no restraint in his attacks, not only beating himself but also the heir apparent of the Prince of Pingxi, slapping him so badly that he was left in this miserable state.

Only then did Liu Dahong pretend to have just come to his senses. He climbed out through the large hole in the second-floor wall, ran outside, and picked up Wu Yingxiong.

"Young Master!! Are you alright, Young Master?"

Wu Yingxiong's face was swollen and deformed, and his lips were cracked and bleeding. I really want to say, are you blind?

But a wave of dizziness washed over me, and I couldn't speak even with my eyes closed.

Although the guards who came with him were holding the hilts of their swords, none of them dared to move forward. The two corpses with broken necks were still lying on the floor, and no one wanted to go and die.

The quick-witted group followed Liu Dahong's example and went down to rescue Wu Yingxiong.

Qin Han reached out and patted off non-existent dust from under his clothes, then looked at Zhao Min and the others who were silently watching the battle.

"I've booked this entire restaurant. Please make yourselves at home."

The Golden Wheel Dharma King clasped his hands together and bowed his head in a Buddhist salute.

"Amitabha, Your Highness, then this old monk will take his leave without disturbing you any longer."

After saying that, he gave Hebi Weng a wink, and Hebi Weng immediately reached out to support Lu Zhangke, who was still trembling beside him.

Kublai Khan hurried down the stairs, being helped out by A'da who had come in earlier, but his legs were still trembling as he walked.

The suffocating feeling from being choked was still lingering in his heart, but he kept his head down and didn't dare to look at Qin Han at all.

They were terrified of ending up like Wu Yingxiong.

Zhao Min paused at the top of the stairs, turned her head to look into the room, and met Qin Han's gaze.

Qin Han raised an eyebrow at her, and Zhao Min's face instantly turned red. She bit her lip, glared at Qin Han, and pulled Hua Zheng, who was still confused about the situation, down.

"Auntie, stop looking, let's hurry to the inn."

Hua Zheng was dragged down the stairs, but she couldn't help but look back.

This King Qin was truly capricious; he not only beat his own fourth brother but also Wu Sangui's son, and even the Golden Wheel Monk had to give way to him.

Perhaps it's a woman's innate sensitivity to gossip.

Recalling Minmin's behavior earlier, a series of uneasy thoughts began to surface in his mind. Could it be that this girl had some kind of private relationship with this man?

On the street outside the restaurant.

Wu Yingxiong was carried by Liu Dahong and several guards and hurriedly headed towards the post station. The Western Xia people on both sides of the road retreated to the base of the wall and peered out.

"Hey, isn't that the heir of the Prince of Pingxi of the Great Qing Dynasty? How did he get beaten up like this?"

With an air of unwavering loyalty and courage, Liu Dahong pushed through the crowd and walked forward.

"Make way, make way! Everyone, get out of the way and don't block the way!"

As he shouted, he muttered to himself, "It's one thing for Wu Yingxiong to act so arrogantly in the Prince of Pingxi's mansion."

He's really messed up at this restaurant today; he deserves to suffer this loss.

Inside the second-floor room of the restaurant, where a large hole had been smashed open, Wanwan reached out and smoothed the hair on both sides of her face.

"Qin Lang, you hit him really well. He was chattering away and it was making my ears hurt."

Shi Feixuan sat at the table without replying. According to her usual personality, she would definitely have intervened, but for some reason, this time she actually felt that Wan Yaonu was right.

Jiang Yuyan tore off the protective gear on her hands.

"Master, that Wu Yingxiong is the son of the Prince of Pingxi. Will he cause trouble for the Golden Serpent Camp in the future?"

Qin Han waved his hand and sneered, "Let's not even talk about the fact that the Golden Snake Camp is not officially mine. Wu Sangui's garrison at Shanhaiguan has long made Kangxi wary."

He dared not send troops to other places casually now, especially since this was Western Xia. If he dared to lead his troops recklessly, did he really think that Empress Dowager Li Qiushui was dead?!

"To put it another way, it was his son who got beaten up. If he were smart, he would know not to make a big deal out of this."

Jiang Yuyan nodded. She knew she still had a lot to learn and needed to learn more from her master.

Wanwan seemed to truly believe herself to be a woman from the Qin and Han dynasties. She leaned closer and said with admiration in her eyes, "Qin Lang is right. If Wu Sangui makes a big fuss over this, Kangxi will have a good excuse to teach him a lesson. However, once those people leave, they will definitely spread the word about this in the post station."

Qin Han pinched Wan Yaonu's cheek. If this demoness were in her previous life, she would definitely be an Oscar-winning actress.

"Let them spread the word if they want. It will also let those who come to find a husband know what's going on, so that no one will come looking for trouble later."

At this point, the commotion outside subsided.

As darkness fell, lanterns were lit up along the streets.

Qin Han was about to call the manager to tidy up and make room for guests when he discovered that the restaurant was completely empty.

Looking out onto the street, I saw a procession of carriages carrying Southern Song Dynasty flags heading towards the post station ahead.

Ahead were several mounted soldiers leading the way, followed by a dozen or so large carts covered in cloth.

The carriage in the middle had lanterns hanging on it, and inside sat a middle-aged man dressed in official robes. Judging from the style and manner of his robes, his rank should be quite high.