You....What Do You Want?

Six of them with steel pipes rushed directly toward Qin Yang, ready for a quick fight.　　 

They were used to fighting in groups. In their eyes, Qin Yang, who was barehanded, was no different from a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.　　

A freshman, how powerful could he be?　　

Although they heard Zhao Ping say that this guy was very formidable, they didn't care. Nowadays, no matter how good your Kung Fu is, you will still be afraid of knives. How many can you fight with bare hands?

Usually, when they want to teach somebody a lesson, two or three of them would be enough. But this time, upon hearing Zhao Ping's explanation, He Biao had brought eight people instead. Aside from the six people with steel pipes, there were two of them who were armed with watermelon knives. They were fully prepared.　　

He didn't believe that a freshman could have an earthshaking identity.　　

Qin Yang's eyes were cold. He was just about to take action when a beer bottle flew over and directly hit a young man who was rushing up.　　

"F*ck, this is just pure bullying!" 

The burly-looking Sun Xiaodong did not hesitate. He roared as he threw the beer bottle. Then, he picked up the folding stool under his butt and rushed toward the group of people.　　

He Tianfeng looked tense as he was not good at fighting. He got a little dazed as he watched the fight, but he still grabbed a folding stool and took two steps forward while shouting, "Fourth Bro, call the police!"　　

At this time, a goon with a steel pipe rushed in front of Qin Yang.

Qin Yang's eyes turned cold. He reached out his hand as quick as lightning and directly grabbed on to the steel pipe. Qin Yang's hand didn't shake when the steel pipe hit his palm; he just grabbed it and pulled it hard. The steel pipe immediately fell into Qin Yang's hand.　

Qin Yang swung the steel pipe in a backhand motion, directly hitting the goon's wrist.　　

Crack!　　

The goon's wrist bones made a crisp sound. The man screamed as his hand went soft and he was kicked to the ground.　　

The second goon rushed over. This guy was a cruel man, as he swung the steel pipe directly onto Qin Yang's head.　　

Qin Yang instinctively lifted the steel pipe in his hand and stopped the pipe that was about to hit his head. He took a step forward and raised his knee. With a simple and effective hit to the stomach, the goon immediately fell to the floor while holding on to his stomach.

Qin Yang moved forward one step at a time. With each step he took, another person would fall to the ground. Within just a few seconds, there were already five goons on the floor, except for the one who was still being chased by Sun Xiaodong.

Seeing that all his companions had been knocked down, the remaining one was afraid to fight and ran back to He Biao's side, terrified.　

He Tianfeng put down the stool and stared at the scene in surprise. 'Isn't he too good at fighting?'　　

He had seen Qin Yang fight before this and knew that he could fight... but it had been only a few seconds. His opponents were holding steel pipes and they still failed?

Lin Zhu had stepped back and had just taken out his phone, but before he could even dial the number, the fight was already over. Lin Zhu's expression turned complicated. Looks like there's no need to call the police?

Qin Yang picked up a steel pipe, looked at it, and then looked at He Biao. "Even the sharp corners are polished, looks like you're very experienced in fighting."　　

The veins on He Biao's forehead throbbed due to fear. He was no longer as calm as before. He looked at all of his fellows who had fallen, his eyes showing shock.

These men were very formidable and really could fight. Who could have known that they would be beaten by an opponent using only their bare hands! Plus, the opponent had taken only a few seconds and was not even injured!　

"Boy, you're quite formidable, aren't you? Think you've won?"　　

Although He Biao was surprised, he did not panic, and instead showed a cold smile on his face.　　

Qin Yang coldly replied, "What else can you do? Or are you going to fight yourself?"

He Biao waved his hands at the two people beside him, his eyes glaring. "Make him see blood!"

There were two people beside He Biao on standby. When they heard He Biao's words, they looked at each other and reached for their watermelon knives.　　

He Tianfeng's pupils abruptly contracted with unbidden fear in them. "Boss, be careful!"

Sun Xiaodong stood beside Qin Yang with a folding stool and said in a deep voice, "I'll take care of the one on the left!"　　

Qin Yang reached out to stop Sun Xiaodong and softly said, "Third Bro, back off. Let me handle this!"　　

Sun Xiaodong had also seen Qin Yang's quick and fierce moves just now and knew that he was good at fighting. Since Qin Yang sounded firm with his decision, he took two steps back but still tightly clenched onto the folding stool in his hand, ready to rush up to help at any time.　　

Qin Yang walked forward with ease. "He Biao, are these two reliable?"　　

When he noticed that Qin Yang still looked calm, his heart became a little uneasy. This guy seemed to be more difficult to tackle than he had thought?　　

He Biao couldn't help but glare at Zhao Ping next to him. 'F*ck, who the hell did you provoke which caused me all this trouble?!'

After being glared by He Biao, Zhao Ping suddenly turned as mute as a fish. He lowered his head and didn't dare say a word. However, his heart was more and more frightened, because he knew that if Qin Yang defeated these two men, he would be next!

The two youngsters looked at each other, then rushed toward Qin Yang at the same time in a two-pronged attack using two watermelon knives.　　

Everyone's hearts stopped for a moment, and none of them had anything to say. Those were real f*cking knives! Although those were watermelon knives, they could still hit a critical spot and kill someone!

Everyone was focused on Qin Yang. Then, they saw him take a step forward, his hands reaching out at the same time. He grabbed both of the men by the wrist and gave them a fierce twist. Then… that was the end of it.　

Because both of them were already on the ground.　　

Two watermelon knives fell to the ground with a clatter. Both of the men were grabbing onto their own wrists and lying on the ground with their eyes filled with panic!　　

They had only seen such fast and precise fighting moves in movies! They had gotten to witness such a gorgeous and powerful set of movements with their own eyes, but unfortunately, it was being used on them.　　

Qin Yang looked unbothered as if he had only done something trivial. He glanced at the two armed men on the ground, raised his eyes while staring at He Biao and said, "Do you have anyone else to rely on?"　　

He Biao had sweat all over his forehead. 

'Is there anything he can do?'

'No!'　　

He was just an ordinary person. It wasn't like he could pull out a gun and shoot him?!　

He Biao was already in a desperate state, and Zhao Ping's face was even worse: his eyes were full of despair.

'F**k!'　　

'This dude is being so cruel!'

He had defeated seven youngsters all by himself. Even the two armed youngsters whom He Biao regarded as the most effective ones had also been disarmed within seconds and were now lying on the ground like caterpillars…

'Where did this man come from?'

He Biao looked at Qin Yang as fear crept through each and every cell in his body. He swallowed his saliva and stared at Qin Yang while asking with a trembling voice, "You... what do you want?"