Chapter 402 Give Me Some Peace!_1

Yin Tian stood there, looking down from on high at Qiao Yuan.

Qiao Yuan had been thrown into utter disarray by that previous attack, clutching his chest, unable to even stand up.

Yin Tian glanced at Qiao Yuan indifferently, then let out a cold laugh, "You’re trying to fight others when your own skills are not yet proficient?"

Qiao Yuan’s face was full of humiliation. He hadn’t expected that his sneak attack on Yin Tian would be completely ineffective!

"Who exactly are you!"

Lying on the ground, Qiao Yuan glared at Yin Tian angrily. "Who taught you your martial arts!"

"Is that any of your business?"

Yin Tian gave Qiao Yuan a sidelong glance and snickered, "Instead of asking me questions you’ll never get answers to, you’d be better off returning to your family and properly learning your craft."

When had Qiao Yuan ever suffered such humiliation?

He stared daggers at Yin Tian, issuing an angry roar, "Yin Tian! Do you really think I wouldn’t dare to touch you? Let me tell you, my Qiao Family is not one you can afford to provoke! Kneel before me right now!"

"Or else..."

While Qiao Yuan was still speaking, Yin Tian, expressionless, casually waved his hand, "Enough, enough. You can’t beat me, and then you resort to using your family to pressure me. People like you are all the same."

"Honestly, I have no desire whatsoever to deal with people like you. You have the tiniest bit of skill, yet you parade around as if you’re unmatched in this world. Talk about having eyes bigger than your stomach."

Yin Tian’s words truly stabbed deeply into Qiao Yuan’s heart.

His eyes bulged, and he huffed and puffed angrily through his nose, like a mad bull.

"Calm down a bit."

Yin Tian stepped right on Qiao Yuan’s head.

Qiao Yuan felt like his liver and gallbladder were tearing apart.

Yin Tian...

He was actually stepping on his head with his foot!

He struggled mightily, but it was completely futile.

Yin Tian slightly tilted his head, looking down at Qiao Yuan, "Shut your mouth."

Qiao Yuan struggled with all his might, his right hand surreptitiously clenching tighter.

On his middle finger, there was a ring. With a strange motion of his clenched right hand, a needle thin as a cow’s hair shot out, speeding towards Yin Tian’s face.

Yin Tian’s body tensed, then he lifted his foot and stepped back.

Qiao Yuan, however, had a look of glee on his face as he struggled to get up from the ground, his eyes fixed on Yin Tian, "Ha ha ha... Keep acting tough, Yin Tian! Why aren’t you so arrogant with me now!"

Yin Tian looked at Qiao Yuan expressionlessly, and Qiao Yuan started to feel that something was not quite right, staring blankly at Yin Tian.

Yin Tian suddenly grinned at Qiao Yuan and, in between his teeth, a glint of light appeared.

That light was, astonishingly, a silver needle!

The silver needle that had been fired from Qiao Yuan’s ring had been caught between Yin Tian’s teeth!

"This all you got?"

Yin Tian’s speech was muffled.

Qiao Yuan’s body trembled, unable to utter a word.

Yin Tian took a breath in, then suddenly blew out forcefully from his mouth.

The needle, carried by the strong gust, flew back towards Qiao Yuan even faster than before.

Qiao Yuan’s body shuddered.

He instinctively touched his chest.

He could clearly feel pain, as if something had struck him there!

"The old saying, ’Use the enemy’s methods against them’—do you like it?"

Yin Tian stood with his arms crossed, his face bearing a scornful cold smile, "If I’m not mistaken, that needle is the Thousand Mechanism Pear Blossom Needle, isn’t it?"

Although Qiao Yuan could hear Yin Tian’s words, he was completely unable to respond.

All he felt was his throat tightening, an intense sensation of suffocation spreading through his entire body.

"Mr. Yin! Mr. Qiao is a scion of the Qiao Family. If you injure him by mistake... the Qiao Family..."

Lu Zhengfeng looked at Yin Tian with a face full of panic.

He wasn’t worried about Yin Tian, rather that the Qiao Family might vent their anger on him!

"Don’t worry, he won’t die."

Yin Tian waved his hand, looking at Qiao Yuan as he gradually slumped to the ground, "But he is crippled."

Despite the relief Lu Zhengfeng initially felt upon hearing Yin Tian’s first words, his heart leapt to his throat at the second half of the sentence!

Crippled?

What did he mean by ’crippled’?

Yin Tian, however, didn’t continue speaking. Instead, he set the fallen couch upright and sat down on it. "Take him back. Although someone like him probably isn’t worth saving or keeping around."

Lu Zhengfeng took a deep look at Yin Tian, said nothing, but stepped forward and with difficulty hoisted Qiao Yuan up.

He walked towards the outside of the villa, but a few minutes later, he returned.

Yin Tian looked at Lu Zhengfeng in surprise. "Aren’t you personally escorting him back to the Qiao Family in the Inner City?"

Lu Zhengfeng’s face was a bitter smile, "If I personally take him back, I might not be able to come back myself..."

Yin Tian heard this and nodded slowly, agreeing with Lu Zhengfeng’s thinking.

"Tell me about it."

Yin Tian sat there, legs crossed, smiling at Lu Zhengfeng. "What’s the deal with the Qiao Family?"

Lu Zhengfeng sighed and began to speak slowly...