Chapter 815
Beating Up the Madman to Establish Kingly Authority
His voice was loud and clear, reaching everyone's ears. Many people secretly shook their heads, thinking this guy was in for trouble.
Qin Luo, who had already started walking, slowly stopped.
He turned around, his gaze like two cold rays, precisely locking onto the face of the middle-aged man who was still chattering away with a smug look on his face.
No nonsense, no warnings.
Qin Luo made a move.
His movements were as fast as a ghost. Everyone only saw a blur before Qin Luo appeared in front of the middle-aged man! His right hand stretched out like an iron clamp, grabbed the man's slicked-back hair, and pressed it down sharply!
Caught off guard, the middle-aged man felt a sharp pain in his scalp and an irresistible force, causing him to involuntarily bend over, face down!
At the same time, Qin Luo's right knee, like a cannonball, shot upwards with a sharp gust of wind!
"Bang--!!!"
A dull thud that made your teeth ache!
The knee struck the middle-aged man's nose squarely!
"Crack!"
A clear sound of bone cracking!
"what--!!!"
The middle-aged man let out a shrill, distorted scream as blood gushed from his nose like a fountain, instantly covering the lower half of his face! The excruciating pain and intense dizziness made his vision go black, the world spin, and his body went limp, about to collapse to the ground.
Qin Luo did not let go, still holding his hair, and with his other hand grabbing his collar, he half-lifted him up, then raised his hand and lightly slapped the other's blood-covered, pain-twisted cheek.
"Clap! Clap! Clap!"
The crisp slapping sound was particularly jarring in the silent open space.
Qin Luo's gaze was icy as it swept over the silent crowd around him, finally settling on the face of the middle-aged man in his hand, who was already delirious and could only groan in pain. His voice was not loud, but it carried an undeniable authority and a chilling coldness, clearly reaching everyone's ears.
"Listen carefully. Anbang Group is mine now."
“An Ruoxi has to call me Crown Prince, and Qiu Qinyun has to call me Crown Prince too.”
"I, Qin Luo, am the only king of Anbang Group right now."
He let go and threw the middle-aged man to the ground like he was throwing away trash.
The man collapsed to the ground like a lump of mud, clutching his face and writhing in agony, no longer daring to utter a single disrespectful sound.
Qin Luo stopped looking at him and slowly swept her gaze over An Ruoxi and Qiu Qinyun, whose expressions varied, as well as the subordinates and guests behind them who were either shocked, fearful, or thoughtful.
"Anyone else have a problem with this?"
Park Bu-sung was thrown on the ground like trash. His nasal bridge collapsed, and the excruciating pain caused him to shed tears and snot. His nose was bleeding like a faucet that had been turned on, gushing out and covering his face and body. He looked utterly miserable.
But relying on his good uncle, his fear was quickly replaced by shame, anger, and resentment. He even struggled to sit up and continued to roar and threaten in a lisping, indistinct voice.
"You...you dare hit me?! My...my uncle won't let you get away with this! You wait! When my uncle comes...I'll make you..."
Before he could finish speaking, Qin Luo stepped forward again, bent down, grabbed his blood-stained collar, and lifted him halfway off the ground.
"Noisy."
Qin Luo remained expressionless, raising his left hand—
"Snapped!"
A resounding right-hand slap landed hard on Park Bu-sung's already swollen and deformed left cheek! The immense force caused his head to snap to one side, and several blood-stained back teeth mixed with blood and foam flew out of his mouth!
"puff!"
Park Bu-sung coughed up another mouthful of blood.
Qin Luo backhanded—
"Snapped!"
Another backhand slap landed on his right cheek! The force was undiminished! A few more teeth were knocked out!
Park Bu-sung was so badly beaten that he saw stars, his head was buzzing, as if countless flies were buzzing around in his brain, and his consciousness began to blur.
He felt as if his cheeks no longer belonged to him, burning and numb, his mouth empty and filled with the taste of blood. But in his eyes, squinted into slits from the swelling, the venomous light burned even brighter, and he was still frantically plotting in his mind.
When my uncle arrives... I'll tear this bastard to pieces! I'll make him beg for mercy on his knees!
Hearing the commotion, more and more guests and employees of Anbang Group gathered, forming a large, dark circle. Many recognized the man lying on the ground in such a pitiful state as Park Bu-sung. They knew that although he didn't hold a high position in the group, he was a respected figure, someone no one wanted to mess with, because of his powerful uncle.
Seeing him being beaten so badly, many people instinctively wanted to step forward to stop him or help him. However, when they saw that the person who did it was Qin Luo, who had just been respectfully called "Crown Prince" by Blade and whose face was now cold, everyone stopped in their tracks, silent as cicadas in winter, only daring to watch from afar, their eyes filled with shock, curiosity and a hint of schadenfreude.
An Ruoxi and Qiu Qinyun also came out of the mourning hall upon hearing the commotion. An Ruoxi saw Pu Bucheng groaning on the ground, then glanced at Qin Luo's cold expression. Her brows furrowed slightly. She felt speechless and disgusted by Pu Bucheng's brainless behavior—daring to provoke Qin Luo in this situation. Truly, more trouble than he's worth!
Qiu Qinyun's gaze shifted between Qin Luo and Pu Bucheng, a strange and meaningful smile almost imperceptible crossing her beautiful face, as if she were watching a good show that had nothing to do with her.
She even took a half step back, positioning herself in a safer observation position.
Although Park Bu-sung was beaten senseless and his speech was slurred, seeing so many people gathered around him, especially An Ruoxi and Qiu Qin-yun, he seemed to regain some confidence and struggled to roar.
"Look...see that! You...you're dead! My uncle...my uncle and the others are coming soon! You...you can't escape!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a commotion arose in the outer circle of the crowd.
"Get out of the way! Everyone get out of the way!"
"Uncle Park, Uncle Hu, and Uncle Sun are here!" "The three elders have arrived!"
With a few shouts, the crowd that had been packed tightly together parted to the sides like a tide, making way for a passage.
Three elderly men, all around sixty or seventy years old with gray hair, but still vigorous and walking steadily, hurried over, surrounded by several trusted confidants.
They were dressed in solemn black Tang suits or Zhongshan suits, their faces showing anxiety and gravity.
Upon seeing these three elderly people, almost everyone from Anbang Group present, whether from An Ruoxi's camp or Qiu Qinyun's camp, tensed up and subconsciously bowed slightly, addressing them respectfully.
"Uncle Park!"
"Uncle Hu!"
"Uncle Sun!"
Even An Ruoxi, upon seeing these three elderly people, suppressed the coldness on her face, took two steps forward, and nodded slightly in greeting.
"Uncle Park, Uncle Hu, Uncle Sun, you've arrived."
These three are the only remaining veterans of the "Eight Great Vajras of Anbang" who followed Master An in building the empire! When Master An first started his business, he went through many hardships. It is said that he received funding and guidance from a mysterious young couple, which helped him find the right direction. He then recruited eight like-minded brothers, each with their own strengths.
They went through thick and thin together, laying the foundation for Anbang Group's vast empire. After decades of bloodshed, the eight "Big Bosses" either died or retired, leaving only these three still alive.
Although they had long since retired from direct management of the group, they held immense prestige within Anbang, with numerous protégés and old friends, making them true pillars of stability. Even An Ruoxi and Qiu Qinyun had to maintain a high level of respect for these three elders, daring not to show the slightest disrespect.
When Park Bu-sung saw the three elderly people, especially the one walking at the front who was slightly overweight and whose face resembled his own, he felt as if he had seen a savior. Tears and snot flowed down his face along with the blood, and he cried out with his last bit of strength.
"Second Uncle! Second Uncle! Help me! Look what he's done to me! My teeth... my nose... Second Uncle, you have to stand up for me!"
The slightly plump old man was Park Bu-sung's second uncle, and also Park Chang-beom, the second-ranked of the Eight Great Vajras.
Hearing his nephew's cries and seeing his nephew's miserable appearance—his face covered in blood, his teeth scattered on the ground, and his nose collapsed—his already somber expression instantly darkened. A hint of heartache flashed in his eyes, but more than that, there was a sense of anger at being offended!
What is Park Chang-beom's status in Anbang? His own nephew, no matter how useless, is still a member of the Park family! To be beaten like this in front of so many people on the day of Old Master An's funeral is not only a slap in the face for Park Bu-cheng, but also for Park Chang-beom himself! They don't respect him, a veteran!
Uncle Hu and Uncle Sun behind him also frowned, looking displeased at the scene.
Wu Yufeng also moved closer to Qin Luo, lowered his voice, and introduced the situation very quickly.
"Young Master, these three are Park Chang-beom, Hu Dehai, and Sun Zhaonian. They are veterans who followed the old master in building the empire and have extremely high prestige within the group. Even the eldest daughter and Madam Yun have to give them some respect. Especially Park Chang-beom, he's extremely protective of his own and has a fiery temper... What do you think, isn't he..."
His meaning was clear: these three old guys were not to be trifled with; it was best to avoid them if possible, take a step back for now, and plan for the long term.
However, after listening, Qin Luo merely curled his lips into a cold smile. His gaze swept over Park Chang-beom, who was walking angrily towards him. There was no respect or concession in his eyes, only indifference and... a hint of impatience.
Park Chang-beom walked closer, first glaring fiercely at his nephew who was screaming on the ground, then raising his head, his gaze like a knife, shooting at Qin Luo, his voice low and hoarse from suppressing his anger.
“Young man, didn’t you go a bit too far? What day is it today? Fighting like this here is unbecoming! I am Park Chang-beom, you…”
He originally intended to assert his status first, question Qin Luo, and occupy the moral and seniority high ground.
However, before he could finish his sentence after the word "you," Qin Luo interrupted him.
Qin Luo seemed not to have heard what he was about to say. He simply tilted his head slightly and spoke to Wu Yufeng, who was still trying to persuade him in a low but clear voice, with a hint of impatience.
"Noisy."
Then, his gaze returned to Park Bu-sung, who was still staring at him with resentful eyes.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, including the three elders Park Chang-beom, Hu Dehai, and Sun Zhaonian who had just walked over, as well as An Ruoxi, Qiu Qinyun, and hundreds of other people around—
Qin Luo bent down again, stretched out his right hand, and accurately grabbed Pu Bucheng's already wrinkled and blood-stained collar, lifting him up slightly like a chick.
Park Bu-sung stared wide-eyed in terror, seemingly sensing something was wrong. He tried to struggle, but was too weak to move due to the intense pain all over his body.
Qin Luo clenched his left fist, pulled his arm back like a fully drawn bowstring, and then suddenly exerted force in the next second!
A clean, powerful right hook, accompanied by the sound of wind breaking, landed squarely on Park Bu-sung's already swollen chin from below!
"boom--!!"
A dull, muffled thud!
Park Bu-sung's head snapped back like a watermelon being smashed by a hammer! His upper and lower jaws collided violently, producing a teeth-grinding "crack" sound! He didn't even have time to scream before his eyes rolled back instantly, his mind went blank as if countless fireworks had exploded, all his consciousness, resentment, and pain were completely shattered by that one punch!
His body convulsed violently, then went completely limp, like a dead fish with its bones removed. Qin Luo grabbed him by the collar, suspending him in mid-air, his head tilting limply to one side. He had completely lost consciousness, with only white foam mixed with blood still unconsciously oozing from the corner of his mouth.
quiet!
Deathly silence!
Time seemed to freeze at that moment!
Everyone seemed frozen in place, staring dumbfounded at the unbelievable scene before them! Even their breath seemed to stop!
Park Chang-beom… a highly respected elder of the Anbang Group, who was just questioning… before he could even finish his sentence…
Qin Luo… this young master… actually… punched Pu Bucheng again right in front of him? And knocked him unconscious?!
This... this isn't just a slap in the face, it's like pressing Park Chang-beom's face to the ground, rubbing it hard with the sole of your foot, and even grinding it a few times!
An Ruoxi's pupils contracted, and Hongxiu's hand was already on her waist. Qiu Qinyun's eerie smile froze, a hint of astonishment flashing in her eyes. Wu Yufeng's mouth gaped open, unable to close it for a long time. Rose, Luo Qingyan, and all the surrounding dark-skinned crowd were all petrified!
Park Chang-beom froze on the spot, his slightly chubby face first turning red, then ashen, and finally deathly pale! His finger pointing at Qin Luo was trembling slightly, his lips were shaking, but due to extreme shock and anger, he couldn't utter a complete sentence for a moment!
Hu Dehai and Sun Zhaonian looked at each other, their faces filled with disbelief.
They had lived most of their lives, weathered countless storms, and met all sorts of people, but they had never seen a young man like Qin Luo who acted so unpredictably and continued to commit violence so brazenly and almost humiliatingly in front of the three elders...
Qin Luo acted as if he had only done a trivial little thing.
He released his grip, letting the unconscious Park Bu-siu slump to the ground with a dull thud. (End of Chapter)