Peerless Martial Expert in the City
Chapter 349 - 352: Each Person Loses a Hand and a Foot

Chapter 349: Chapter 352: Each Person Loses a Hand and a Foot

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"Hello!"

After a while, he gently picked up his phone and pressed the answer button.

"It’s bad, Third Brother, please hurry back to the old mansion."

As soon as the phone connected, Qian Fuchen heard a voice almost crying on the other end, which made him freeze for a moment. This voice was his sixth brother’s. Although his sixth brother was not very strong, he had never spoken in this tone before.

"Six, what’s happened?"

A sense of foreboding arose in Qian Fuchen’s mind.

"I don’t know, two people from the Zhang Family in Glass City have come here, looking very aggressive. They said they want to settle accounts with us. I asked them what was the matter, but they ignored me completely and just said they needed to talk to you. Third Brother, please come back quickly, I think they mean no good."

On the other end of the phone, hearing his voice seemed to stabilize a bit, but anxiety still filled his tone.

"The Zhang Family?"

Qian Fuchen hesitated for a moment before realizing who they were, his expression suddenly turned stern, and he hurriedly said, "Six, keep talking to them, no matter what, you must be polite, absolutely don’t say anything excessive, wait for me to come back, understand?"

"I understand, Third Brother, please hurry."

On the other end of the phone, he nodded heavily and agreed.

"Mm, I’ll be right there."

Qian Fuchen hung up the phone, vigorously rubbed his head, his mind filled with dark clouds, People from the Zhang Family had come with a menacing air.

This message really made his head spin, just like when Li Wenqiu was going to leave, it was so sudden and without any warning.

And this message made him feel even more breathless than the previous one.

The Zhang Family of Glass City, that name was simply too big, so big that Qian Fuchen dared not even think about it.

However, he clearly remembered that he had no interactions with the Zhang family; why would they come looking for him?

Could this really be a case of misfortune not coming singly?

A wry smile appeared on Qian Fuchen’s face.

After a long while, he heaved a long sigh, put on his coat, coughed for a while, took a deep breath, turned, and walked towards the door. He knew that whatsoever happened, he must bravely face it.

As the head of the Qian Family, there was nowhere for him to flee.

The Qian Family was a family native to G City, which had migrated here over two hundred years ago. The old mansion was located in the eastern suburb of G City, a traditional old house. Although it still maintained some of the traditional house styles, it had long since been renovated several times.

While it retained some of its antique charm, it also had a touch of modern luxury.

At this moment, in the grand hall of this mansion, which made villagers within several miles feel intimidated and admiring, stood two skinny old men dressed in traditional Chinese tunic suits.

The two old men stood right in the center of the hall, with a comfortable armchair behind them, yet they had never taken their seats, their expressions were very unfriendly.

In front of the two men stood a middle-aged man, standing respectfully, not even daring to breathe heavily. This middle-aged man was Qian Fuchen’s sixth brother, Qian Fuyu.

"You two, why not sit for a while and have a cup of hot tea?"

Qian Fuyu looked awkwardly at the two old men standing in the middle of the hall, then after a while, carefully advised them.

"No need!"

There was a hint of a cold sneer in the eyes of the old man on the left, and his tone was extremely cold.

The old man on the right said nothing, his face calm but terrifyingly so.

Feeling the terrifying aura emanating from the two old men, Qian Fuyu dared not say anything else, sweat instantly breaking out on his forehead as he fervently hoped that his Third Brother would return soon.

"Your visit honors the Qian Family, but I must ask, have I offended you in some way?"

Just as Qian Fuyu felt like he could barely breathe and was utterly at his limit, hurried footsteps finally came from the door, and Qian Fuchen’s slightly emaciated figure stepped in, his tone both polite and firm as he addressed the two old men.

"Are you Qian Fuchen? The head of the Qian family?"

The two old men turned their gaze towards Qian Fuchen. After a moment of surprise, a hint of disdain appeared in the corners of their eyes.

"Indeed, it is I; may I know why you have come?"

Qian Fuchen nodded, feeling the old man’s disdainful look and a faint sense of loss crossed his eyes. He knew well what the elders despised. If possible, he would rather not continue to endure the Qian Family’s burdens with his ailing body, but his son had indeed been disappointing.

And his younger brothers below were busy fighting each other openly and covertly, leaving him almost completely helpless.

"We are here to seek justice!"

The old man on the left sneered coldly, "The petty Qian Family dares to bully the Zhang Family. Do you really think the Zhang Family is without support? Today, we must reclaim our justice."

As he spoke, a powerful aura suddenly burst from the old man’s emaciated body, tangible and overwhelming, pressing down so hard on both Qian brothers that they could barely breathe.

"Cough, cough..."

Already extremely frail, Qian Fuchen immediately began to cough incessantly, and it took a while before he managed to catch his breath, staring at the old man in shock and saying, "Sir, why would you say such a thing? My Qian Family has always held the Zhang Family in the highest regard. How could we dare to disrespect, let alone bully, the Zhang Family?"

"Nice words, but is your idea of respect harassing and extorting our Miss Zhang?"

The old man glanced disdainfully at Qian Fuchen, a sneer forming at the corner of his mouth, his voice suddenly turned harsh. "If you don’t provide a satisfactory explanation today, I will annihilate the Qian Family!"

Eliminate the Qian Family!

If someone else had said this, Qian Fuchen might have just scoffed, but hearing it from this old man caused his heart to pound violently, as if struck by a heavy hammer in his chest, suddenly feeling thousands of pounds heavier on his shoulders.

"Old sir, please calm your anger. Could there be some misunderstanding? The people of my Qian Family couldn’t possibly harass Miss Zhang. As far as I know, the youths of our family are mostly active in the south and haven’t traveled north. Please, explain the details of this incident."

Qian Fuchen dared not show the slightest negligence and hastily replied.

"Our Miss was studying in G City. Three days ago, she went out to buy some items. We were temporarily away for a moment, only for your Qian Family’s youth to surround and harass her, extorting money as well. This is the evidence. What else do you have to say! Isn’t Qian Xiaojie one of your people?"

A cold smirk emerged on the old man’s face, as if to say he knew Qian Fuchen would not easily admit to it, and coldly tossing a piece of paper from his hand toward Qian Fuchen.

A thin sheet of paper, which could be blown away by the wind at any moment, was nonchalantly thrown by the old man. However, it seemingly turned into a blade, flying straight at Qian Fuchen without any resistance.

Witnessing the old man’s move, Qian Fuyu’s face suddenly changed.

Qian Fuchen, however, had no mind to notice this. Hearing the name mentioned by the old man, his heart leaped. Seeing the paper flying towards him, he hurriedly reached out to catch it, his expression becoming somewhat frantic as he looked over it.

When he clearly saw the printed words on the paper, Qian Fuchen felt a sudden darkness before his eyes, his body violently shook, and he almost collapsed. The slight hope in his heart disappeared without a trace. His own son’s writing, even if it were burned to ashes, he would still recognize it.

In his mind, the events of three days ago buzzed. That day, he went to the hospital for treatment, his son and nephew came together...

He vaguely remembered the details they mentioned; they harassed a girl on a street, and it was Xiao Yi who heroically intervened, helping the girl and subsequently extorting one million from his son.

At the time, he still had the audacity to say that he would let bygones be bygones with Xiao Yi, thinking he was giving Divine Doctor An an enormously good face.

He had never imagined... the girl was actually from the Zhang Family of Glass City. His son had harassed a minor, and to make matters worse, it was someone from the Zhang Family!

If Xiao Yi hadn’t appeared at that time, if something worse had occurred, it would undoubtedly have spelled disaster for his family!

Thus, Xiao Yi had indirectly spared the Qian Family a calamity!

Even though Xiao Yi had spared them, the current situation was still extremely hard to handle, very tricky indeed!

A bitter taste surged to his throat.

"Brother, be careful."

Seeing Qian Fuchen about to fall, Qian Fuyu called out in concern and instinctively reached out to support him.

The two old men looked at Qian Fuchen with a hint of a sneer on their faces.

Supported by his brother, Qian Fuchen barely managed to stabilize himself. It took him a moment to regain his composure, his face turning ashen as he turned to the old men and managed a bitter smile, "Gentlemen, this incident is indeed my son’s fault. I apologize on his behalf right here!"

"Brother?"

Qian Fuyu hadn’t expected the old man’s words to be true and was surprised as he looked at Qian Fuchen.

"An apology? Do you think a simple apology will suffice? Do you think that our Zhang Family can be easily bullied?"

The sneer in the old man’s eyes intensified, and the man next to him who had been silent also twitched the corner of his eye, revealing a mocking smile.

"May I ask what you would want our Qian Family to do?"

Qian Fuchen clenched his teeth.

"Hand over Qian Xiaojie and all those who harassed our Miss that day. Depending on the severity of their actions, each shall have one hand and one foot severed."

The old man said coldly. (To be continued. If you enjoy this novel, please visit qidian.com to vote and support us, your support is our greatest motivation.)