Chapter 160: Beat You So Bad Even Your Mom Won

Qin Yun was not a man who held grudges, but neither was he one who endured humiliation passively.

Someone had aimed a gun at his head and fired—without the strength to respond, he might have accepted it. But he possessed formidable power; facing anyone head-on, he felt no fear. How could he possibly endure this?

Countless netizens, even Meng Hai, had urged him in the comments not to act rashly.

But what counted as acting rashly?

Acting without confidence was rash. As long as he avoided the gunman's barrel, his superior crisis response ensured he could handle a poacher easily.

Besides, even if the police from Quanshui Lake arrived, would their danger be less than his when facing armed threats?

Impossible. Whether for self-defense and retaliation, or to eliminate the threat early and prevent more people from being hurt, Qin Yun had every reason to act.

Almost the instant Qin Yun lunged forward, the main AI switched the camera feed automatically to his action cam—the live stream's view jolted violently.

"2333, Brother Qin is furious."

"I've never seen that murderous aura on Brother Qin's face—damn, it's terrifying."

"So manly, but Brother Qin, be careful—that criminal's got a gun."

"Yeah, no matter how skilled you are, you still fear a cleaver, let alone a gun in hand."

"This guy's definitely a desperate killer—he didn't even make eye contact before launching a sneak attack. If it were anyone else, they'd already be dead from a headshot."

Seeing Qin Yun lunge out, Meng Hai slammed his fist on the table.

"How dare Brother Qin do this… sigh…"

Jiang Ping was the first to regain his composure; his orders were swiftly relayed, and within five minutes:

Outside the checkpoint, two police cars had arrived. Eight officers, armed and clad in bulletproof vests, jumped in and sped toward Songxi Daban, sirens piercing the wilderness's silence.

"Bang—!"

The gunshot rang out again. Qin Yun instantly pulled back; the immense force shattered a corner of the rock.

Scar was exhilarated. What fun was killing a wooden dummy? A living, resisting target was what he craved. A sick smile spread across his face as he stood up, gun in hand, striding out boldly.

"Hahaha, kid, I love guys like you—live sheep. Unlike other Han people, who just stand there like wooden posts—boring."

His Mandarin was clumsy and grating, thick with malice.

Qin Yun listened, his gaze filled only with icy coldness.

Though he didn't know if the man's words were true, the sheer callous cruelty radiating from him—undoubtedly, he had killed before.

A killer with experience and one without—these were two entirely different things.

Against the latter, Qin Yun could walk out openly; the man might not even lock onto him.

But against the former, Qin Yun dared not let his guard slip for a second.

"Have you killed many people?"

Qin Yun leaned against the rock and shouted loudly.

"People?" Scar sneered, taking a few quick steps forward. "Just some lambs—how can you call them people? Kid, I'm coming. Run while you still can."

Scar talked boastfully but remained alert, his gun always aimed and steady at the rock where Qin Yun hid.

Each step he took was heavy, crushing stones with a "crackling" sound, slowly closing the distance, pressure surging toward Qin Yun like a tide.

Qin Yun didn't move rashly. He remained calm, picked up a stone from the ground, and tossed it into the air.

But this time, Scar had learned—he wasn't fooled at all, his gun still locked on Qin Yun's position.

"Damn, what do we do? The sound—he's getting closer."

"Trust Brother Qin—he's got a plan."

"Brother Qin's waiting for an opening. Once he gets close enough, I'm sure that guy will be finished in an instant."

"Bro, he's got a gun—touch him and you're dead."

Qin Yun no longer cared about the livestream. Since the thrown stone had no effect…

"Whoosh—!"

A blur flashed—Qin Yun suddenly lunged toward a large rock to his right, moving with blinding speed.

Scar's eyes sharpened; he glanced over the rock, swung his gun, grinned, and squeezed the trigger hard.

"Bang—!"

The gunshot was deafening, echoing through the livestream, turning every viewer pale.

This wasn't a movie—it was real-time livestreaming.

By normal standards, such a livestream should have been shut down immediately—but Douyin, for reasons unknown, refused to forcibly terminate it.

"Damn, is Brother Qin okay?"

"It's over, it's over—why was Brother Qin so reckless?"

Qin Yun rolled forward and laughed loudly: "Your shooting's pretty bad."

"Hahaha, once I catch you, you'll see how good my shooting really is."

No one saw it—but Qin Yun's eyes held a flicker of ease. In his hand, he clutched a hard stone, just thirty meters from Scar.

From his earlier movements, he had formed a basic assessment of the killer's abilities.

Most importantly…

"DJI, BGM."

Qin Yun suddenly roared. The next second, a massive background track blared from the main host unit ten meters away.

"What the hell?"

Scar was startled, instinctively swinging his gun toward the source of the sound.

Now!

Qin Yun seized the fleeting opening and shot forward instantly.

He moved like a hunting leopard, crouched low, each footstep driving him forward with tremendous recoil—each stride covered five meters, his speed terrifying.

The next moment, Scar realigned his rifle and aimed it at Qin Yun again.

In the livestream, countless viewers, seeing Qin Yun lock onto his target, finally saw the attacker's true appearance for the first time.

It was unmistakably a masked man in a Tibetan robe, towering at nearly two meters tall, his long, region-specific hair glinting pale gold in the sunset, the rifle in his hand clearly modified—its barrel black and radiating coldness.

As the muzzle pointed directly at Qin Yun, everyone held their breath.

Su Huan, far away in Hangzhou, felt her heart thundering with terror.

"No, no, it won't happen," she gripped her chest tightly, eyes locked on the screen.

At this moment, Qin Yun showed no panic whatsoever—he was utterly calm.

Facing the re-aimed rifle, his left foot slammed onto a protruding rock to his left, his entire body sinking swiftly; under the surge of adrenaline, terrifying power erupted fully.

"Bang!"

At the moment the gun fired, his entire body used the rebound from his left leg to vanish—almost imperceptibly—to the right side of a rock. He then swiftly circled out and advanced toward Scar again.

Scar's expression flickered slightly—he didn't retreat, but advanced instead.

"Bang!"

Another shot—Qin Yun dodged again.

In his vision, the opponent's firing speed appeared in slow motion, like bullet time in a movie—yet in truth, Qin Yun had entered a state of 100% focused flow.

Every minute movement of the opponent was crystal clear to him.

And as long as his physical condition could keep up, he could react before the shot even fired.

Thus, each step Qin Yun took forward was met with another shot.

The more he fired, the darker Scar's face grew; unconsciously, sweat beaded on his palms.

He had never seen anyone so reckless, so fast—this man clung like a parasite; no matter how many shots he fired, he couldn't hit him, and instead was being steadily drawn closer. That helplessness stirred fear in his heart for the first time.

When he heard a sharp "click" from the magazine, his face turned ashen.

Qin Yun sneered, stopped dodging, and charged straight forward. At five meters from Scar, he suddenly hurled the hard stone he'd been clutching.

"Ah!"

Scar reacted nothing—he felt pain in his shoulder, his hands lost grip on the rifle, and it flew from his grasp.

Simultaneously, Qin Yun closed in, his hands flashing upward to block the opponent's arms, then his right hand shot up with crushing force, his elbow slamming directly into the man's chin.

"Crack—!"

Qin Yun unleashed his full strength—its power was unimaginable.

Scar's neck arched backward, his head feeling as if crushed into pulp—but it wasn't over.

Qin Yun pressed against the man's chest, drove power from his waist, and launched a terrifying shoulder strike.

"Boom—!"

A dull impact rang out; Scar flew into the air, launched five to six meters away, and crashed heavily to the ground, motionless.

It sounded long, but in truth, the entire brutal struggle lasted only two seconds.

The livestream instantly erupted; comments flooded the screen.

"Holy shit, Brother Qin is awesome, awesome (voice cracked)"

"Damn, Brother Qin is too strong, too cool—I'll be your fan for life."

"Ada gifted Qin Yun ten Carnival—now I get it, it's not that our martial arts are weak, it's just that I'm weak."

"Deng Chao gifted Qin Yun ten Carnival—Brother Qin, from now on I'm your fan."

"Lu Han gifted…"

"Feng Liu Jie…"

"That elbow smash knocked the guy so hard even his own mom wouldn't recognize him."

This lightning-fast fight had a massive impact—Qin Yun's livestream viewership surged past three million. Countless gifts flooded in, at least hundreds of Carnival gifts appearing on screen.

Qin Yun naturally couldn't see the comments—he quickly picked up the rifle, approached Scar, checked him, then yanked off the cloth covering his face.

When that fierce face appeared on the livestream, in Songxi Village dozens of kilometers away, Lamu's face turned pale; he shot to his feet, ignoring Luosang beside him, and ran toward the village chief's direction.

"Unconscious," Qin Yun checked him, speaking calmly. "With an attack like mine, his ribs are definitely cracked, his chin shattered—this unconsciousness is normal."

No sooner had he spoken than a sound suddenly came from Scar's waist.

"Static… Scar, you done yet? Get ready to move out."

At this, Qin Yun and everyone in the livestream turned pale.

Someone else?

Qin Yun didn't hesitate—he dragged Scar to the drone's position, tore strips from the man's Tibetan robe, and bound him tightly.

With no response from the radio, the other side clearly grew impatient.

"Scar, done playing? Move faster."

Qin Yun quickly detached the drone, checked it, then spoke to the camera: "This drone's range is 2KM—that means the other guy is at most 2KM away. While he hasn't noticed, I think it's time to bring him here to keep Scar company."

After saying this, he quickly piloted the drone into the air.

"I'll have the drone scan—tell me if you spot anything."

The secondary drone was destroyed—he had no choice.

Soon, the drone rose to a hundred meters; its lens swept the area and confirmed a military-green pickup truck two kilometers away, in a relatively open zone.

After the drone landed, Qin Yun quickly received confirmation from the comments.

He gripped the rifle, without hesitation, and sprinted forward.

Meanwhile, the radio remained silent—Lao Gui finally sensed something was wrong.

After a long silence, a voice finally came through.

"Who are you? What happened to Scar?"

Qin Yun ignored him entirely; he too was a man with a gun now, even if the magazine was empty, the other side didn't know that.

He ran two kilometers straight; when Qin Yun burst out from the dense cluster of rocks, a man in a black coat was staring at him through binoculars, dead still, his hand gripping a walkie-talkie.

"Don't move!"

Qin Yun suddenly raised his gun, but Lao Gui's face turned pale—he completely ignored the threat of the gun and sprinted straight for the car.

"Fuck!"

Qin Yun cursed and accelerated again; the distance between them was only two hundred meters, and under his top speed, it closed rapidly.

But Lao Gui was only twenty meters from the car—no matter how fast Qin Yun was, he couldn't outpace the other man.

Just as the man squeezed into the car, the engine roared to life, spewing thick smoke from the rear, and the vehicle sped off into the distance.

"What the hell, just like that?"

"Where's the dying man's resolve?"

The netizens were utterly confused.

Qin Yun's expression darkened—if the man got away now, catching him again would be nearly impossible. But the next moment he smiled: the pickup truck, already dozens of meters away, suddenly spun around, engine roaring, charging straight toward him—clearly trying to run him down!

"Heaven's door you won't walk through, but you walk straight into hell's gate—seeking death!"

Qin Yun sneered and charged straight toward the oncoming car.

The pickup's speed increased further; viewers in the livestream felt their hearts leap out of their chests, Su Huan covered her mouth, tears nearly falling.

In the instant before the pickup would have crushed him, Qin Yun's body shot sideways, his feet exploded against the ground, launching him into the air—he landed firmly atop a protruding boulder by the roadside, using the rock's rebound to propel himself like an arrow released from a bow, his right leg rising high, carrying the force of a thousand catties, smashing down hard onto the driver's window!

"Bang—Crash!"

A deafening crash—the thick glass shattered instantly, shards spraying everywhere; Qin Yun's right foot didn't pause a single moment, slamming hard into the man's face.

Lao Gui's face still held shock and cruelty—he had no time to react before the force hurled his head violently backward, his eyes rolled white, blood gushed from his mouth, and he collapsed into unconsciousness.

"Clang!" The out-of-control vehicle finally slammed into a rock and came to a stop.

Qin Yun grabbed the roof's edge with both hands, pulled hard, and landed on the ground unharmed.

He glanced at the unconscious bearded man inside—he was lucky he'd held back just in time; otherwise, even with the glass as a buffer, that kick might have killed him outright.

He dragged the man out of the car and tied him together with Scar.

Only then did he let out a long breath.

"Phew—damn near killed me."