Chapter 8: Raising an Eyebrow and Exhaling (Part 2)

  I've seen despicable things, but never as shameless as this. How despicable and shameless can you be, Qin Yiren? You're really using such a base, despicable, and shameless method! Meng Zhao's face is burning with anger. As a dignified prince, how can you use such a lowly, despicable, and shameless tactic?

  Wang Tang should be upright and just!

  His head buzzing, Zhao Ping could no longer bear it and fell to the ground. Qin Yiren was like a green fly encountering rotten eggs, pouncing on him and punching and kicking him mercilessly, beating him until he was extremely satisfied.

  "Zhao Ping, I told you earlier that I wouldn't let you off, and now it's come true!" Qin Yiren said with a smile as he beat him up, "A real man doesn't hold grudges overnight, revenge is taken on the same day. Yesterday I told you I would take my revenge, and today early in the morning it has befallen your head."

  According to Qin Yiren, "A gentleman avenges himself after three years" is nonsense. This is just a self-consoling phrase for fools who are unable to avenge themselves, those with real power will avenge themselves on the spot.

  Zhao Ping struggled hard, but it was a struggle in vain, and he ended up getting beaten up.

  "Yesterday, you beat me until I was happy and comfortable, right? Today, the tables have turned!" Qin Yiren unleashed a flurry of punches and kicks, beating Zhao Ping into a pulp, his nose blue and swollen, his face askew, no longer looking human.

  "Hurry, save the master." Several red-clad attendants finally came to their senses, let out a shout, and rushed over like the wind.

  "It's only now that I think of saving people, what a fool!" Qin Yiren raised his chin and kicked Zhao Ping in the lower body with a loud thud, and he jumped away like a rabbit, joining Meng Zhao and others after a few jumps, extremely agile.

  At a glance, it's clear that Qin Yi is the kind of person who seizes every opportunity and never lets go.

  "When did Young Master become so decisive?" Meng Zhao, Ma Ge, Fan Tong, Mo Er and Hei Bo looked at each other in surprise.

  "Qin Yiren, you come over here!" Zhao Ping was helped up by the red-clad little official and pointed at Qin Yiren, shouting loudly. His eyes were bloodshot, redder than a rabbit's eyes.

  He thought he was very wronged, more wronged than Dou E (if there was such a saying in the Warring States period), obviously ten Qin Yiren were not his opponents, but he was actually beaten by Qin Yiren and even got a good beating, he was extremely resentful and hated to tear Qin Yiren apart.

  "You fool, you clearly know you can't win but still go to fight, are you a fool? Look at me, am I that foolish?" Qin Yiren loudly responded to Zhao Ping.

  "We, the old Qin people, are brave and fearless. Even if we know the enemy is too strong, we still have to fight." Meng Zhao, Ma Gai, Fan Tong, Hei Bo and Miao Er's faces turned red with shame, this was a loss of face for the tiger-like Qin people.

  However, just as Meng Zhao and the others were about to turn their heads, Qin Yiren pointed at them and scolded loudly: "You three are all idiots, idiots who can't be any more idiotic. You can't win a fair fight, so you have to use dirty tricks, provoke, grab, spit, hit, and slap... whatever it takes! Only you brainless idiots would still try to fight fairly despite knowing you're no match, idiotic to the point of being stupid at home!"

  "Me...me..." Meng Zhao, Ma Gai and Fan Tong were extremely wronged, their faces filled with resentment.

  They are elite soldiers of Qin, charging into battle with honor and integrity. How can they stoop to the level of petty street fighting?

  "Aren't you convinced yet? Go on, use underhanded tactics for me and take them down!" Qin Yiren pointed at Zhao Ping and the others, giving a loud order that left no room for doubt.

  "Yes!" Meng Zhao and his two companions were extremely reluctant, but they had no choice but to obey orders, so they stepped forward.

  It has to be said that Qin Yiren's method is really useful, they put down the face of the Qin army's elite soldiers, used despicable tricks to trip them up, and actually beat Zhao Ping and his men until they cried out for their dads and moms, fleeing in all directions.

  "How can this be useful?" Meng Zhao, Ma Gai and Fan Tong were shocked in their hearts.

  The lower work is a bit worse, but it's absolutely useful.

  Originally, the three of them were at a disadvantage against these red-clad minor officials. Who would have thought that by changing their approach, they would gain the upper hand?

  "If we had known this earlier, why didn't we use it earlier?" Meng Zhao, Ma Gai and Fan Tong all felt a bit regretful.

  "The Qin people are shameless and despicable, get out!" Zhao Ping and the others had suffered a great loss and didn't dare to linger, fleeing in a flurry.

  "Hah! You Zhao people are like dogs! If you have the guts, come back and fight again!" Meng Zhao bellowed, with an air of unfinished business.

  "Remember, you're only heroes if you win!" Qin Yiren's face sank as he lectured the three.

  "Thank you, Master Xie." Meng Zhao and the other two had once tasted the sweetness of being humble and were delighted to receive his teachings.

  "Master, you're so amazing!" Meng'er blinked her bright and clear eyes, full of smile.

  Heibao didn't say a word, but nodded heavily with a relieved expression on his face.

  Zhao Ping's anger was still simmering, and he stormed back into the house, grabbed the sword on the short table, slung it at his waist, and let out a loud roar: "Get ready to settle accounts with the Qin people!"

  He rushed to find Qin Yiren to settle the account, and didn't even bring a sword. If he had brought a sword, Qin Yiren and the others would have been in trouble.

  Of course, this is also the result of Zhao Ping and others underestimating Qin Yiren.

  "Get the stuff!" Several red-clad attendants shouted and rushed out with swords, ready to retrieve the scene.

  They guarded Qin Yi Ren for three years, and there wasn't a single day as embarrassing as today. They were actually beaten by those prisoners led by Qin Yi Ren. This is outrageous! We must reclaim our dignity.

  "The young masters have come with swords." Meng Zhao took a glance at the gate and was greatly frightened, hastily rushing to report to Qin Yiren.

  "Master, what shall we do?" Ma Gong and Fan Tong were deeply worried: "If only our swords were still with us."

  Meng Zhao, Ma Gai and Fan Tong were elite soldiers of the Qin army. They had been ordered to come and protect Qin Yiren, naturally they were armed. Not only that, but their weapons were also very fine. Unfortunately, they didn't have money for food, so they sold them long ago. Now, all they had was a kitchen knife, which was rusty and worn out, the kind of thing that would be thrown away on the street without anyone picking it up.

  Facing Zhao Ping and his men who were armed to the teeth, it was absolutely impossible to reason with them.

  "Let's avoid this for now, young master," Hei Bo hastily suggested.

  Unable to win, temporarily avoiding the storm, this is the tactic that Qin Yiren has just implemented, he should agree.

  However, contrary to their expectations, Qin Yiren smiled slyly and said, "Hehe! Let's do it this way." A whispering sound followed.

  "This is also okay?" Meng Zhao, Ma Gai, Fan Tong, Hei Bo and Mo Er's mouths were wide open, unable to speak for a long time.

  Then under Qin Yiren's lead, with an excited face, he rushed towards the pot cooking rice.

  Zhao Ping had not yet rushed into the house when he saw Qin Yiren leading Meng Zhao, Ma Gai, Fan Tong, Hei Bo and Mo Er coming out to greet him. Qin Yiren's face was full of smiles, as if it were a grand New Year's celebration: "Haha! Zhao Ping, you fool, are you born to be lowly? Do you want to get beaten up again? I, the young master, have always been known for my benevolence, so I'll spare your life."

  "Qin Yiren, you're finally getting what's coming to you! This time it's your turn to get beaten up! You're going to die soon and still don't realize it!" Zhao Ping was like a fire burning his buttocks, jumping around and scolding loudly.

  "I've seen cheap ones before, but never as cheap as this!" Qin Yiren raised his right hand and shook it at Zhao Ping, saying: "Zhao Ping, look here!"

  "You...!" Zhao Ping took a closer look, and it was just a fist wrapped in a thin layer of skin. What's there to be afraid of? Before he could finish his sentence, everything before him turned white.

  "Ah! My eyes! My eyes!" Zhao Ping shouted: "Qin Yiren, you are despicable and shameless, the most shameless of all!"

  Several red-clad minor officials also wailed in despair: "My eyes! My eyes! Ah, you despicable Qin people, how base can you be!"

  "Run for your life! Run for your life! If you don't, it'll be too late!" Zhao Ping reacted quickly, shouting loudly as he stumbled and staggered towards the gate, fleeing in a state of panic like a dog that has lost its master.