Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 927: Sparing His Life Is Already Merciful

Chapter 927: Chapter 927: Sparing His Life Is Already Merciful

Qin Ruan inadvertently lowered her eyes and saw the bright red blood on Fu’s leg, her puzzled expression subtly changing.

Her lips parted in alarm, exclaiming, "Oh no, I’m so sorry! I accidentally fired the gun, are you alright?"

Though she spoke apologetically, her eyes brimmed with laughter, a complete shift from her strict and cool demeanor before getting drunk, resembling a mischievous, naughty child.

Fu, trembling all over from either anger or pain, roared indignantly and furiously, "I’m going to kill you! Kill you!"

Qin Ruan appeared contemplative, shaking her head like a bobblehead, and said earnestly, "You can’t do that, if you killed me, my family’s Third Master would be heartbroken."

Her cold gaze fixed on Fu, emotionless as if she were looking at an inanimate object.

A chill rushed from Fu’s feet to his heart; he didn’t care who Qin Ruan’s family’s Third Master was, fear enveloping him, causing his body to shudder and his face to turn as white as paper.

An inexplicable sense of danger swept over him, making him acutely aware of suffocation and oppression.

Fu, clutching his throbbing leg, glared at the tavern’s bouncers with a ferocious look and bellowed with less conviction, "What are you standing around for? Grab them! Regardless of injury or death, I’ll take responsibility if anything happens!"

As for him, after finishing his rant, he dragged his injured leg and clumsily crawled toward a corner of the sofa.

It was terrifying, how could there be such a frightening woman, just one glance from her felt like being targeted by a venomous snake.

In all his life, he had never met a woman like that, making him feel as if he could smell the scent of death.

The bouncers from the tavern approached Qin Ruan warily, with ferocity emanating from their eyes.

The Huo Family’s hidden guards immediately rushed in front of Qin Ruan, their eyes sharp, with murderous intent freely radiating from them and a bloody aura spreading alongside.

They had all come out of life-and-death struggles, their hands stained with who knows how much blood; they were not ones the bouncers could compare with.

A great battle was about to erupt at any moment, and the tense atmosphere of confrontation made the few remaining people around dare not even breathe aloud.

Huo Zhi looked around with disdain, "Today, anyone who dares to harm Madam, don’t even think about walking out that door!"

Although there were only a few of them, the evil Qi that surged around them was powerful enough to shake one’s soul.

The tavern’s bouncers trembled incessantly, but with Fu there, even if they didn’t want to join in, they couldn’t back down and had to brace themselves and charge forward.

The two sides quickly engaged in battle.

To be precise, it should be said that the three Huo Family’s hidden guards and Huo Zhi unilaterally ganged up on the bouncers of the tavern.

A man dressed in black silently joined the fray, punching and kicking the tavern’s bouncers.

In just a few minutes, those bouncers were laid low by Huo Zhi and company, unable to get back up.

Fu’s companions, who had come with him tonight, also wanted to flee upon seeing this scene.

"Ziqiu!"

Suddenly, a cry of alarm rang out.

A large group of people barged in from outside the tavern, seemingly twenty or thirty in number.

The middle-aged man at the forefront saw Fu curled up in the corner of the sofa, clutching his injured leg like a pitiful child who had been bullied.

The newcomer comically stepped over the bouncers sprawled on the ground and rushed to Fu’s side.

Fu Ziqiu, while holding onto the middle-aged man, cried out loudly, "Dad! Why did you take so long to come? I was about to be beaten to death!"

The pitiful wailing made those unaware of the situation feel like crying.

Qin Ruan leaned against a nearby pillar, burped from the alcohol, and looked down at the tightly embracing scene of Fu and his father.

Huo Zhi approached her and whispered, "Madam, why don’t you hand over the gun to me?"

Seeing Madam holding the weapon made his heart flutter with anxiety, fearing she might accidentally fire it for real.

Qin Ruan did not make a sound, casually tossing the weapon into Huo Zhi’s arms.

She glanced sideways at the table full of empty bottles, quickly grabbed a bottle that was still half full, and raised it to her lips with a quick movement.

Just as she began to taste the wine, a furious roar startled her so much that the wine bottle in her hand nearly slipped out of her grasp.

"Who is it? Who hurt my son?!!"

Fu Kun held Fu Ziqiu tightly, looking at the wound on his son’s leg and roaring furiously like a lion in the twilight of its life.

Qin Ruan swallowed the wine in her mouth and shook the wine bottle in her hand.

"Well, your ungrateful son thought his life was too long and ran into the barrel of my gun. I spared his life; that’s already showing him mercy."

Her words were clear, not at all like someone who was drunk.

Standing by her side, Huo Zhi was unsure at this point whether she was truly intoxicated.

Fu Kun’s eyes were sharp and fierce as he sized up Qin Ruan, "If something happens to my son, I swear your entire family will have no peace!"

Qin Ruan clicked her tongue lightly, shaking her head with a troubled expression.

She picked up the wine bottle and weaved unsteadily toward Fu Kun.

Seated on the ground and holding Fu Ziqiu, his gaze towards Qin Ruan was indescribably cold, probably from being in a position of power for a long time, surrounded by an aura of subtle authority.

Qin Ruan brandished the wine bottle near Fu Kun’s head a couple of times as if pondering where to strike.

Her tone was light and breezy as she said, "Isn’t it good to be alive?"

It was a mix of a sigh and vexation, as though she was considering for the other party.

Qin Ruan lifted her foot and stamped on the injured leg of Fu Ziqiu.

The latter immediately let out a scream, "Ah ah ah!! It hurts! It—"

Fu Kun, distressed, extended his hand to push Qin Ruan away, but before his hand could touch her, it was subdued by the swift-moving Huo Zhi.

"Keep your hands to yourself!"

Fu Kun, restrained in such a manner, was furious, turning his head to look at his bodyguards, "What are you waiting for, seize them!"

"Mr. Fu, I advise you not to act rashly!"

A familiar, cool voice came from behind the Fu Family’s bodyguards.

The people brought by Huo Qi cleared a path, allowing him to slowly enter everyone’s line of sight.

The thugs lying on the ground, fearing further repercussions, had already crawled aside to rest; the wine and bloodstains on the floor were evidence of the previous chaotic fighting.

Huo Qi lowered his gaze to scan the messy ground, then lifted his eyes to lock onto Fu Kun, who was being restrained by Huo Zhi.

In the past, when he saw this man, he would greet him respectfully, but given the scene today, it seemed there would be trouble between the two families in Sea City from now on.

Seeing Huo Qi, Fu Kun sneered, "Oh, it’s you. What now? Are you going to protect these people who hurt my son?" His words carried a threatening tone.

Huo Qi’s voice was cold as ice, devoid of any emotion, "Even if they didn’t just hurt your son but killed him, you’d still have to accept it!"

He took off his coat and walked towards Qin Ruan.

Fu Kun’s eyes narrowed slightly, and a chill of ruthlessness surfaced, "What do you mean?"

Huo Qi walked past Qin Ruan without stopping, heading straight for Wu Fan, who was sprawled on the couch, still holding onto the wine bottle as she snoozed.

He draped his coat over her and then gestured to Awen who was standing among the crowd.

Awen stepped forward, "Seventh Master?"

Huo Qi instructed, "Take Miss Wu to the car, and be careful not to bump into anything."

"Yes—"

Awen approached, picked up the unconscious Wu Fan in his arms, and walked towards the exit of the bar.

Fu Kun commanded in a lowered voice, "Stop them! Nobody leaves here until the matter of my son’s injury is resolved!"