Chapter Five: Cutting Off Fingers

  Waiting for Qin Zhong to rush out of the door, he approached the woman's side. Because of the reason earlier, the woman wasn't wearing underwear, so he habitually glanced at the woman's chest area. However, what he saw was an even more absurd image - the woman had stuffed the wet towel he gave her earlier into her chest to cover up her cleavage, and the effect was surprisingly good. The woman's clothes were white, and the towel was also white, so it was impossible to tell anything apart.

  The several rascals at the gate saw the woman and, on the contrary, one by one stuffed the things in their hands into their clothes, hid them behind their backs, and stared at the woman with lecherous eyes.

  "Wow, my god, when did such a beauty appear here? It's really unexpected. In this construction site, there would be such a beautiful scene, it's really warming for us brothers. The leader of the thugs, with a knife behind his back, swayed to the woman's front, carefully sizing her up: "Good looks, why not follow grandpa today, grandpa will make you feel good."

  The woman snorted: "You think you can? Are you capable?"

  "Haha, you haven't tried it before, how do you know? Otherwise, let's have a live broadcast?"

  Qin Zhong's right hand was still in his pocket, and the knife from earlier had already been hidden up his sleeve. He seemed to be ignoring these people: "Brother, just by looking at you, I can tell you're lacking in kidney energy. I reckon even if I gave you a few bottles of Indian god oil, you probably wouldn't last as long as it takes to smoke one cigarette?" Qin Zhong said with a grin, laughing loudly.

  Originally a matter of the mansion, Qin Zhong had to draw his sword to help out in front of Grandfather and Father, besides he understood quite a bit about the strong-arm tactics of these people, so he was already prepared for battle, and he wasn't one to back down from a fight in the past either, so with great skill comes great courage, and this wasn't an exception for him.

  "Huh? Where did you radish come from? Can't you just stay in the toilet and not come out to pretend to be a garlic?" The leader pointed at Qin Zhong with his knife.

  Qin Zhong looked at the knife in his opponent's hand, his face twitching slightly. He cleared his throat and a scornful smile appeared on his face: "Hey, I won't bother with you, don't look for trouble here either. This archive is now under my control, if you have something to say, say it quickly, otherwise get out of here quickly."

  "Cut the crap, you bookworm. Just by looking at your sour face, I can tell you're the one in charge of the dead people's ID cards here." The guy said this and pulled out a cigarette from his pocket, his younger brother helped him light it up behind him. With the cigarette in his mouth, he mumbled: "Do you know or not that our company has bought this place? Your house is occupying our space, so we're advising you to leave as soon as possible, otherwise..."

  "Ah!" A pained cry, the speaker's head suddenly flashed with a cold light in front of him, a black shadow flew out and fell to the ground, a pool of fresh blood, the thug's fingers were chopped off.

  Look at Qin Zhong again, his hands were behind his back, a few drops of blood dripping to the ground: "Speak again and I'll chop off your hand, say more and I'll cut off your arm. You guys are gangsters, I've never been afraid."

  At this moment, the sun had somehow withdrawn its face, possibly due to the overcast sky, and the heavens turned a deep black. The only thing that remained was the dim light of the file management room, which flickered unsteadily under the influence of the evening breeze.

  Qin Zhong turned his head to glance at the woman, didn't say much, when suddenly several people behind him rushed over, the blades in their hands shining with a silver light, a gust of wind blew towards Qin Zhong.

  Qin Zhong didn't care about those, his body flashed, and he knocked down two people. Taking advantage of the momentum, he pulled out a short knife from behind the waist of one of the guys who fell to the ground, swung the knife and chopped, the two knives drew several circles back and forth.

  "You little rascal, you dare to play with your life!" The hoodlum's mournful cry was heartbreaking, his legs rubbing back and forth on the ground as if overcome by a fear of death, his desire to escape had long surpassed any concern for face or prestige on the streets.

  Qin Zhong pointed his single knife at the thugs and said, "Who's next? The next one will be him."

  The rest of the thugs turned their heads and ran away as soon as they saw this scene, leaving only the thug leader who was covered in injuries, and another thug who had fainted on the ground.

  As expected, it was a thrilling experience, and in an instant, I was drenched in sweat, with beads of perspiration the size of soybeans falling from my body like raindrops, plummeting to the ground.

  Qin Zhong let out a cold hum as he chased after the fleeing thugs: "You damn thugs, what are you even doing? You're not even loyal to each other. You should be taken out and shot." As he spoke, he squatted down next to the thug who had been hacked at and said in a gentle tone: "We're all law-abiding citizens, I didn't do anything just now, and neither did you guys with the forced demolition." Qin Zhong suddenly changed his tone to one of surprise: "Oh no, it's bleeding! Does it hurt? Do you want a band-aid?"

  This rascal was still a bit of a man, gritting his teeth and looking up at Qin Zhong: "You little scoundrel, we're not done yet, you..." Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly froze, as if he had forgotten the pain in his body, staring straight at the scene behind Qin Zhong. Suddenly, his head tilted to one side, and he fell to the ground.

  Qin Zhong felt extremely surprised, he suddenly turned his head and raised the knife in his hand: "Who are you? If you're here to cause trouble, believe me, I'll chop you up too."

  But when he turned back, he didn't see anything, only that the woman was stunned by Qin Zhong's actions. Although Qin Zhong's movements only took a few minutes, in such a short time, those strong men were chased away by his few knives, it's really unimaginable.

  Qin Zhong looked at the thugs fleeing in disarray and saw the two guys lying on the ground. He shook his head, "This is forced demolition, huh? Black society?"

  A gust of cool and piercing wind blew by, Qin Zhong suddenly became spirited, he instantly felt that this wind was not normal.

  The woman took small steps and approached Qin Zhong: "You... are you also from the underworld?"

  "I'm saying the same thing, I'm just a law-abiding citizen, there are so many of them, does this count as self-defense?" Qin Zhong said with no pressure.

  The woman pointed at the two on the ground with her finger: "Aren't you going to call for a car to rescue them?"

  "Ah, Old Geng called a while ago, the car should be here soon. Those two guys won't die, at worst they'll go to the police station for questioning. I'm not afraid, it's them who should be afraid, most of them probably have a record." Qin Zhong seemed very confident and professional.

  The woman's previous arrogant and domineering appearance, as if it had been suppressed by Qin Zhong's sharp and slightly crazy technique, no longer had that seemingly very powerful appearance.

  The woman asked Qin Zhong tentatively: "Don't you really fear that they will come back to bother you again after this?"

  "Are you looking for trouble? I haven't even looked for trouble with them yet. Originally, their purchase of this land wasn't legitimate either. How much can a historical relic like this be sold for?" Qin Zhong seemed to be educating the woman in front of him.

  Several sirens of emergency vehicles, an ambulance swayed into the construction site, started first aid for two people who fell to the ground, then lifted them onto the vehicle and rushed away in the direction they came from. Fortunately, these two people did not die.

  Qin Zhong clicked his tongue and put away his antique knife, flicking the picked-up blade into the fertilizer pit on the construction site. With both hands in his pockets, he was ready to head back inside the building.

  The woman stopped Qin Zhong: "Hey, what's your name? You're different from everyone else in this building, you're special."

  Qin Zhong's face broke into a smile, and his feeling towards this woman seemed to be not as repulsive as it was at the beginning: "My name is Qin Zhong, if you want to make friends with me, let's talk about it another day. Today I still have things to attend to, when I have time, I'll come find you. You don't seem to live very far away, do you?"

  "Uh, I live in the church downstairs, come find me when you have time. My name is Yu Mengna, just call me Mengna."

  Qin Zhong smiled faintly, and suddenly felt that someone behind him seemed to be shouting his name. The voice was unfamiliar, coming from within the archives building. His heart skipped a beat as he wondered how this voice could sound like his father's, yet also similar to his own. Was this person a family member? Should he investigate who this person really was?

  "Who?" Qin Zhong slowly turned his head, wondering who could be imitating his voice, since his father had long passed away and his grandfather was even less likely to be around now.