The Formidable Son-in-law

Qin Chuan took a closer look. Wasn't that the fat man he had met at the Jin Ling Shopping?    

    

"Why are the two of them together?" Qin Chuan rubbed his chin. No one knew what he was thinking about.    

    

"Hey, isn't this Mr. Qin?" At this moment, Young Master Ximen also saw Qin Chuan. He walked over with a gloomy face.    

    

"It's you, kid!"    

    

Fatty Oil Light pointed at Qin Chuan angrily. As the saying goes, when enemies meet, their eyes will turn red. That day, he only lost face because of Qin Chuan.    

    

"What's wrong? Is something the matter?" Qin Chuan pretended to be surprised and raised his eyebrows. He then sat down on the sofa in the hall.    

    

"Humph, I have something to do. But it's not us, it's you! "    

    

Young Master Ximen said with a cold smile. When he thought of how Qin Chuan had slapped his face that day, he felt a wave of resentment. He had originally planned to find trouble with Qin Chuan after this period of time, but who would have thought that this kid would deliver himself to him?    

    

When he thought of this, the corner of Young Master Ximen's mouth couldn't help but curve into a ferocious smile.    

    

"You, what do you want to do? This is a public place!" Qin Chuan was so scared by Young Master Ximen's expression that he trembled and curled up on the sofa.    

    

"Public place? Haha, is this kid's brain not working?"    

    

Young Master Ximen suddenly laughed out loud. His laughter was so loud that it caused Qin Chuan to be dumbfounded.    

    

"Is this young master crazy? Or did I hurt him too much that day? " Qin Chuan couldn't help but mutter in doubt.    

    

"Young Master Ximen, stop talking nonsense with him. Hurry up and get someone to teach him a lesson. This kid isn't weak either."    

    

Fatty Oil Light recalled the scene of Qin Chuan beating up a few security guards that day. He couldn't help but take a few steps back and try to persuade him.    

    

"Old Zhang, don't worry about that. How can I let this kid bully me in my territory? My surname isn't Ximen!" Ximen Feng pointed at Qin Chuan and said angrily.    

    

At this point, Qin Chuan understood what was going on. He was afraid that this so-called Wang Jiang Tower was Young Master Ximen's property.    

    

"Hey, Scar Face, hurry up and bring your brother down here. I'm going to teach someone a lesson!"    

    

Young Master Ximen hung up the phone and sneered at Qin Chuan. "Kid, don't you think you can call me? This time, I will let you call me enough. If you have the guts, don't run away!"    

    

Young Master Ximen said and gave the security guard at the door a look. The security guard immediately reacted and locked the door from the outside.    

    

Bang! Bang! Bang! ...    

    

A series of hurried footsteps came from downstairs. In the blink of an eye, seven or eight burly men with steel pipes and machetes rushed into the hall. When the waiters saw this scene, they knew what would happen next and hurriedly hid in a corner.    

    

"Oh, Young Master Ximen is going to use force on me?"    

    

Qin Chuan was unexpectedly calm. He sat on the sofa and opened his dark eyes to look at the few people.    

    

"Young master, it must be this kid!" The leader of the group, Scar, pointed at Qin Chuan with a ferocious look on his face.    

    

"It's him, you guys go and kill him!" Ximen Feng waved his hand and looked at Qin Chuan with pity.    

    

"Kid, who asked you to offend me, Young Master Ximen? Today, you are seeking your own death. Don't blame me."    

    

As Young Master Ximen spoke, he suddenly waved his arm. The bodyguard behind Scarface, who was holding a steel pipe, immediately stepped forward and swung it at Qin Chuan's head.    

    

Bang!    

    

There was a dull sound, and blood did not flow out like Ximen Feng had imagined. Qin Chuan was sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed. He was holding the steel pipe that should have hit his head with one hand.    

    

"You, let go of me!"    

    

The bodyguard pulled hard, but found that he could not pull at all. Qin Chuan's hand was like a tiger's pincer, firmly holding onto the steel pipe.    

    

"Let go? Why?" Qin Chuan said with a smile on his face. "I'm here for dinner today. I don't want to cause any trouble, and I don't want to cause any trouble for anyone."    

    

"Humph, that's not up to you. Scar Face, teach him a lesson!" Ximen Feng was completely enraged by Qin Chuan's attitude, and he roared furiously.    

    

"Leave it to me, young master!"    

    

Scarface immediately shouted angrily and rushed towards Qin Chuan. Looking at the momentum, it seemed that it was much stronger than Wang Dachuan's bodyguards.    

    

However, he had met Qin Chuan. No matter how strong or weak he was, he would take care of him with one move.    

    

Qin Chuan suddenly let go of his hand that was holding the steel pipe. The bodyguard did not have time to pull back his strength and fell out. Scarface took advantage of the situation and rushed forward. He raised his leg and aimed at Qin Chuan's neck. He swept his neck over.    

    

This kick was sharp and fierce. If the kick was sincere, Qin Chuan would probably faint on the spot even if he didn't die. Of course, with Qin Chuan's current reaction speed, this scar-faced man's attack was like a cerebral thrombosis patient in his eyes. It was slow, slow, and full of flaws!    

    

Qin Chuan slightly curled his lips and attacked at lightning speed. He grabbed the knife-scarred man's ankle and then used force to break it. With a cracking sound, Scarface's ankle was twisted in half by Qin Chuan. After the tip of his foot rushed out, the scar-faced man felt a heart-piercing pain. Before he could even cry out in pain, he was kicked in the chest by Qin Chuan. He was sent flying and landed heavily on Ximen Feng's feet.    

    

"I'm sorry, I didn't want this to happen."    

    

Qin Chuan shrugged his shoulders. He had already restrained himself, but he didn't expect this scar-faced man to be so weak.