Medicine Martial Prodigy
Chapter 48 Young Master Hui is Dead

Chapter 48: Chapter 48 Young Master Hui is Dead

The sudden scene stunned everyone.

Hei Hu felt the cold barrel of the gun against his temple, his complexion turned deathly pale—not out of fear, but unwillingness.

To avenge his sister, he had finally found such an opportunity, yet because of his own carelessness, everything was ruined.

If he had been just a bit more cautious, he wouldn’t now be at gunpoint.

"Hahahaha..."

Zhang Hui burst into a frenzied laughter, tears streaming down his face as he said, "Hei Hu, weren’t you acting all tough just now, wanting to kill me? Try acting tough again, I dare you?"

Hei Hu subconsciously looked towards Qin Chuan, seeing that his expression was unchanged as he casually picked up a playing card from the table and started to toy with it.

Xiao Mengyi stood beside Qin Chuan, her delicate face filled with worry, her body trembling slightly out of fear.

She knew full well that once Hei Hu was killed, Zhang Hui’s next target would be her and Qin Chuan.

Just then, Hei Hu suddenly asked, "Mr. Qin, does what you said earlier still stand?"

Qin Chuan’s mouth curled up slightly in a confident smile, and he nodded, "It stands."

It was a nonchalant single word, yet it seemed to give Hei Hu infinite strength.

"Haha, is Hei Hu an idiot? His own head is under the gun, and he’s still asking that kid if his word counts."

"I really don’t get what Hei Hu is thinking, that kid obviously wants to use him to fight for a chance to live, and yet Hei Hu is willing to trust him."

"It’s like an idiot deceiving a lunatic, and the lunatic actually believes it, hahahaha..."

Laughter erupted within the private room.

Those who had just declared they’d stand with Hei Hu now turned their guns on him as soon as they saw him with a gun to his head.

After receiving confirmation from Qin Chuan, a crazy gleam flashed through Hei Hu’s eyes, and he gripped the dagger harder.

Immediately, Zhang Hui’s neck became drenched in blood.

"Ah..."

Zhang Hui, who had just been exceedingly smug, let out a howl of pain.

The middle-aged man with the gun to Hei Hu’s head yelled, "Hei Hu, have you gone mad? Believe it or not, I’ll shoot right now?"

Hei Hu was eerily calm, his cold voice replying, "I’ll count to three, and we’ll move together. I really want to see whether your gun is faster, or my knife is faster."

"Just be aware that once Zhang Hui is dead, you’ll be the true culprit behind his death, and then, Zhang Longwang will never let you off."

"1!"

He started counting.

The middle-aged gunman’s hand shook with the gun, his face full of panic; he was confident that a mere finger movement could kill Hei Hu, but with Zhang Hui still in Hei Hu’s grip, he didn’t dare gamble with Zhang Hui’s life.

"2!"

In the blink of an eye, Hei Hu counted again.

The gunman’s complexion got even paler, his body shaking violently.

Madman, madman, you’re truly a madman!

If I shoot, and I can kill Hei Hu, that’s fine, but if Hei Hu kills Zhang Hui first, even if I kill Hei Hu afterward, Zhang Longwang will never let me go.

What on earth should I do?

The gunman’s mind was filled with frantic screams, but no one knew his thoughts.

"Shoot! Dammit, just shoot already!"

Zhang Hui, feeling the agony in his neck, roared with anger.

"Nian Feng, are you an idiot? The gun’s in your hand, are you still afraid you can’t kill Hei Hu?"

"Nian Feng, you’re such a waste, if you don’t shoot now, Hei Hu is going to kill Young Master Hui—act now!"

"Nian Feng, shoot, quickly!"

...

Watching Nian Feng shaking all over, the crowd all roared in anger, wishing it was they who held the gun.

"Pfft!"

Just at that moment, Hei Hu’s dagger swiftly slashed, and he kicked Zhang Hui away with one foot.

Zhang Hui clutched his neck desperately, but he couldn’t stop the gushing blood from his carotid artery, his pupils filled with fear and despair.

It wasn’t until this moment that everyone snapped back to reality.

"Hei Hu, you damn cheat!"

Nian Feng roared furiously. They had agreed to count to three before making a move, but Hei Hu had attacked before even reaching "three".

At almost the same time, the dagger in Hei Hu’s hand plunged viciously towards Nian Feng.

Without a moment’s hesitation, Nian Feng pulled the trigger.

"Pfft!"

But just then, a red "joker" playing card flew in out of nowhere and sliced precisely across the wrist of Nian Feng’s gun-holding hand.

"Clatter!"

The gun, along with Nian Feng’s hand, dropped to the ground.

"Ah..."

Nian Feng let out a scream of agony that abruptly stopped, his pupils filled with shock and terror.

That was because the dagger in Hei Hu’s hand had already stabbed fiercely into his heart.

He couldn’t understand—wasn’t he the one who had control over Hei Hu’s life or death? Why was it him lying dead?

And how could a paper playing card sever his wrist?

A deadly silence fell over the scene, everyone staring at Qin Chuan with their mouths agape.

At that moment, the playing card that Qin Chuan had been fiddling with just moments before had disappeared, and Xiao Mengyi, who had been standing by his side, was filled with shock in her beautiful eyes.

She had witnessed Qin Chuan flicking his finger, sending the card whirring at high speed towards Nian Feng’s wrist.

Watching the enigmatic and powerful man beside her, Xiao Mengyi found herself breathing more quickly, feeling a profound sense of security from Qin Chuan.

"You, you actually killed Young Master Hui!"

It took a long while before someone came back to their senses, saying to Hei Hu with a face filled with horror.

Hei Hu, however, walked straight up to Qin Chuan.

With a "thud," he knelt on both knees, lowered his head, and said loudly, "From this day forth, I, Hei Hu, will follow Mr. Qin above all others!"

It had to be admitted—Hei Hu was very smart. He had seen how a playing card thrown casually by Qin Chuan could sever Nian Feng’s hand, and from that, he recognized Qin Chuan’s power.

Now that he had personally killed Zhang Hui, Zhang Longwang would definitely not let him off the hook. Without a strong backer, he would soon pay with his life.

Qin Chuan looked at Hei Hu with interest and asked, "What makes you think I can help you?"

Hei Hu replied earnestly, "Because I believe in Mr. Qin!"

"Heh heh!"

Qin Chuan laughed coldly, his eyes narrowing as he stared at Hei Hu and said, "Not just anyone is qualified to follow me."

Upon hearing this, Hei Hu’s face paled instantly. Without Qin Chuan’s help, even if he could take over Huihuang Club, he wouldn’t be able to hold onto it.

Then, Qin Chuan said, "I’ll give you one night to take control of the Black Dragon Commerce Association’s underground forces in Jiangcheng City. Accomplish that, and you’ll be one of mine!"

Hei Hu’s face lit up with joy. He understood this was a test from Qin Chuan, and if he passed, the future underworld of Jiangcheng City would be his domain.

Hei Hu expressed his gratitude, "Thank you, Mr. Qin, for giving me this opportunity. Rest assured, I will not disappoint you!"

Qin Chuan’s gaze swept across the room and, suddenly, a formidable aura of pressure emanated from him, sending shivers down everyone’s spine as if they had plunged into an ice cellar.

"Plop plop plop..."

The next second, a deck of cards flew towards the crowd like flowers scattered by a celestial being.

Under Hei Hu’s astonished gaze, one by one, the cards sliced with precision across the limbs of each person.

After just a few seconds, aside from Qin Chuan, Xiao Mengyi, and Hei Hu, everyone else in the Emperor’s Suite lay in a pool of blood, howling in pain.

Qin Chuan said to the stunned Hei Hu, "How you deal with these people is up to you!"

After saying that, he took Xiao Mengyi’s hand and turned to leave.

Meanwhile, at the Black Dragon Building, on the top floor in the Chairman’s Office.

Zhang Longwang and Song Qingshan sat opposite each other. They talked and laughed as though they were brothers who hadn’t met for many years.

Yet, Song Qingshan kept talking about trivial matters, never touching on the main topic, causing Zhang Longwang to feel that Song Qingshan was deliberately stalling for time.

Just then, with a "bang," the office door was suddenly kicked open. The secretary ran in, her face wrought with panic: "Chairman, something terrible has happened; Young Master Hui, he’s dead!"