Chapter 8: Raising an Eyebrow and Exhaling (Part 1)

  The big yellow dog is Zhao Ping's beloved dog, he can stare at Qin Yiren and others to death. The big yellow dog did not show any mercy, smelling the pungent smell of dog meat, how could Zhao Ping bear it? He was furious from the bottom of his heart, and must find Qin Yiren to settle the score.

  "Perhaps it wasn't Qin Yiren who did it?" The red-robed official knew the importance of Da Huang to Zhao Ping, so he left in a huff. If he accidentally got Qin Yiren killed, that would be a serious crime.

  Zhao Guo spared Qin Yiren's life not because they didn't want to kill him, but because they wanted to keep him as a scapegoat for Pingyuan Jun to vent his anger on. If Zhao Ping had killed Qin Yiren, he would have certainly enraged Pingyuan Jun.

  "Hmph!" Zhao Ping snorted, his face twisted in a sinister smile. "Even if it wasn't him who did it, what can be done? Even if it wasn't him, I'll still make him pay for this account."

  Zhao Ping thought of ways to torment Qin Yiren, and even if there was nothing wrong, he would still find fault with him. How could he let such an opportunity slip by?

  "Go!" Zhao Ping was furious and rushed to Qin Yiren's small hut, kicking the door open with one foot.

  "Who?" A drowsy voice came from Qin Yiren, Zhao Ping looked over and saw that Qin Yiren was sleeping soundly, with a sleepy expression on his face, his eyes half-closed as he gazed at him.

  "Qin Yiren, you've done a good deed! You dare to kill my big yellow dog and eat its meat!" Zhao Ping pointed at Qin Yiren, cursing loudly: "Not one of the Qin people is any good, I won't forgive you, I want you dead, I want you dead!"

  "Is that so? It's quite nice." Qin Yiren stretched and yawned, saying lazily: "Disturbing people from their beautiful dreams will shorten one's lifespan."

  Even if Qin Yiren doesn't admit it, it's useless. Not to mention losing a dog, even if he lost a single dog hair, Zhao Ping would still make Qin Yiren pay the price.

  "You... are indeed the one who did it! Come at me! Beat this tiger-wolf Qin person to death!" Zhao Ping originally still had some doubts, wondering if Da Huang Dog was killed by Qin Yi Ren or not. But unexpectedly, Qin Yi Ren actually admitted to it. His anger was like a raging inferno, suddenly bursting forth and shooting up three thousand feet high, just like a mad dog pouncing on Qin Yi Ren.

  Clutching his fists tightly, he overexerted himself, his hands turned pale, and he glared at Qin Yiren with a look that seemed to swallow him whole.

  "Who dares to move Young Master?" Just then, a thunder-like voice sounded.

  Meng Zhao burst out of the house like a leopard, and from afar came a loud shout, like thunder, very powerful and frightening.

  Meng Zhao is a sharp soldier of the Qin army, who has slept in piles of dead bodies and bathed in blood. He has beheaded countless people, his whole body exuding an aura of murder and ferocity. In the past, he was often hungry and weak, unable to unleash his energy. Now, after eating a full meal of dog meat, he has regained his strength, and when he unleashes his energy, he is like a god of slaughter.

  "Ah..." Zhao Ping's eyes widened in shock, his heart skipped a beat, and his body involuntarily froze in place.

  "Zhao Ping, you have a big dog's gall, how dare you be rude to the young master!" Ma Gai and Fan Tong also rushed in, their eyes wide with anger, their gaze sharp as knives, sizing up Zhao Ping like hunters sizing up prey.

  Zhao Ping was just a small official, and he could only bully ordinary people. Ma Ge and Fan Tong, who had fought on the battlefield, didn't take him seriously at all. In their eyes, Zhao Ping was nothing but a flea that could be crushed with one slap of the hand.

  Zhao Ping's momentum was suddenly stifled, and he took a step back, finding himself at a disadvantage. This was too humiliating! He looked at Qin Yi and wondered when he had become so inferior to others? When had he been suppressed by those weaklings Meng Zhao, Ma Gai, and Fan Tong?

  "Come on, hit me, hit me hard!" Zhao Ping beckoned with his hand, ordering the little red official to take action.

  "Tigers and wolves of Qin, die!" The red-clad minor official let out a loud roar, like a fierce tiger rushing down the mountain, and charged forward, swinging his fists, engaging in a fierce battle with Meng Zhao and the others.

  "Great!" Meng Zhao twisted his neck, making a cracking sound, and cheered as he rushed forward with his fists waving.

  Although Meng Zhao hadn't practiced martial arts for three years, his skills had declined and were no longer as good as before. However, he was still not someone that a red-clad minor official could withstand. With one solid punch, he smashed the nose of a red-clad minor official, producing a crisp sound of shattering bones. The minor official let out a miserable cry: "My nose! My nose!"

  Nosebleed flowed for a long time, and got a face full of blood.

  One red-clad little official suffered a loss, and the other red-clad little officials did not dare to be arrogant. They lined up in a row and charged forward, supporting each other, so Meng Zhao, Ma Gai, and Fan Tong could no longer take advantage of them.

  Meng Zhao, Ma Gai and Fan Tong's martial arts skills were excellent, but they hadn't practiced for three years. How much combat effectiveness could their good martial arts skills retain?

  Furthermore, for the past three years, they have been unable to eat their fill or wear warm clothes, and have suffered all sorts of hardships. Their bodies are no longer as strong as before, it's a miracle they're still alive, let alone have any combat effectiveness.

  If they were in their heyday, any one of them would be enough to crush these little red officials. Now, it's a tiger falling into a ditch being bullied by dogs, and just being able to hold on without losing is good enough.

  "Prince, hurry up." Hei Bo and Miao Er were startled awake, rushed over, seeing the situation was unfavorable to them, wanting to protect Qin Yi Ren escape.

  However, contrary to their expectations, Qin Yiren simply flipped his robe, tied it around his waist, and charged at Zhao Ping with his fists flying: "Zhao Ping, I told you, I won't let you off."

  "Hmph!" Zhao Ping sneered, not putting Qin Yiren in his eyes at all. Others may not understand Qin Yiren, but he didn't either? He's just a young master who doesn't like to practice martial arts or fight, with extremely poor skills. Is he coming up here to seek death?

  "Qin Yi, die!" Zhao Ping shook his fist and was about to smash it into Qin Yi's face.

  Zhao Ping's fists were as big as a vinegar jar, while Qin Yiren's fists were small, only showing bones without flesh, and they looked light and fluttering, at a glance you could tell there was no strength. If the two of them were to fight, ten Qin Yirens wouldn't be a match for him.

  "Master, no!" Meng Zhao, Ma Ge, Fan Tong, Hei Bo and Mo Er were greatly alarmed, hastily shouting loudly to remind him, just about to rush up to rescue him.

  "Pffft!"

  Against everyone's expectations, Qin Yiren opened his mouth and spat a mouthful of thick phlegm directly at Zhao Ping.

  Spitting? The dignified prince is fighting and spitting, if this gets out, won't people laugh at us? Meng Zhao's face turned red with anger.

  If he was spat on, he would definitely become a laughing stock. Zhao Ping couldn't help it. With a slight tilt of his head, Qin Yiren quickly rushed up and kicked his right foot hard into Zhao Ping's crotch.

  "Ahh!" A blood-curdling scream echoed, Zhao Ping's face turned pale, his nose and eyes scrunched up, his face twisted in agony, he bent over, desperately clutching his crotch.

  "This young master wants you to know why the flowers are so red!" Qin Yiren showed no signs of softening, his right fist solidly smashing into Zhao Ping's nose.

  His fist didn't have much force and couldn't break Zhao Ping's nasal bone, but it hit him so hard that his nose bled profusely, and Zhao Ping's face became a big flower face.

  "Gongs, drums, bells and cymbals... all ringing in unison!" Qin Yiren was even more delighted, his hands beckoning the double winds to pierce Zhao Ping's ears.

  Zhao Ping only felt his ears ringing in unison, as if the heavenly gongs and earthly drums were thundering in his ears, his whole body swaying back and forth, unable to stand steadily.

  "When did this young master become so capable?"

  "The young master is an old hand at fighting, this move is quite familiar, but it's a bit... despicable."

  Meng Zhao, Ma Gai, Fan Tong, Hei Bo and Mo Er watched with their eyes wide open and were shocked in their hearts. To say nothing of the others, just looking at Qin Yi's skilled movements, they knew he was an old hand at fighting, not having fought a few times.

  Not to mention that he attacked people's vital parts, it was despicable and shameless, and he only attacked where he couldn't be hit.