Chapter 407: It’s Impossible to Fix!_1

Whoosh!

A sharp and piercing sound of something slicing through the air rang out.

Yin Tian’s eyes instantly became fierce.

He focused his gaze, only to see a small black dot shooting straight towards him.

That was no mere dot!

It was a chopstick!

Yin Tian could have easily dodged the chopstick hurtling toward him, but he did not.

For behind him, stood Su Qinwei and the other girls!

Yin Tian’s right hand shot up like lightning, his fingers formed a fist, and he swung it out fiercely.

Yin Tian’s fist collided directly with the chopstick.

Pfft!

A muffled sound ensued, and the bamboo chopstick instantly splintered into silken strands!

It wasn’t until Yin Tian had stopped the chopstick that Su Qinwei and the other girls finally reacted.

They quickly came to Yin Tian’s side, looking at him with concern, "Yin Tian, are you alright?"

"I’m fine."

Yin Tian shook his head, raised his head, and looked at the person inside the private room.

It was a middle-aged man wearing a dark blue satin changshan, exuding the air of a martial arts master.

"What is the meaning of this?"

Yin Tian took a step forward and subtly shielded Su Qinwei and the other girls behind him, his eyes fixed intently on the man, "Is this how the Qiao Family greets others?"

The man spoke expressionlessly, "I just wanted to see for myself the caliber of the man who crippled my nephew."

"Who are you?"

Yin Tian slowly asked.

"Qiao Beifeng."

The man declared proudly.

"I heard that you specifically came to apologize to me?"

Yin Tian, followed by the girls, stepped into the private room, pulled over a chair, and sat down, "Go ahead, let’s start."

Upon hearing this, Qiao Beifeng snorted coldly, "Yin Tian, don’t push your luck. Just because it’s called an apology, do you really think I’m here to apologize?"

"So what? Just to appease Qiao?"

"Unexpectedly, you seem to have quite an affinity with Qiao Laoliu, managing even to get him to make a call home."

Qiao Beifeng watched Yin Tian coldly, "But, none of that matters. I am here to tell you that the matter with Qiao Yuan is far from over!"

"Summoning me here without any intention of apologizing, and instead speaking threats—how amusing."

Yin Tian let out a sardonic laugh, looking up at Qiao Beifeng, "Do you think I’m easygoing? Coming after me with intimidation tactics before I even walked through the door. So what, if I don’t agree to your terms, you’ll make sure I can’t leave this room?"

"You can try."

Qiao Beifeng spoke unhurriedly.

The smile on Yin Tian’s face slowly disappeared as he asked, "Then I’d like to know, how exactly can the matter with Qiao Yuan be put to rest?"

"You crippled Qiao Yuan, so you should rightfully cripple your own hands and feet. There’s no other resolution!"

"Who said..."

Yin Tian’s voice cut through, causing a tremor in Qiao Beifeng’s heart, "I intended to reconcile with the Qiao Family?"

Before his words fell, Yin Tian pushed off with his legs, his entire body already in mid-air, charging towards Qiao Beifeng.

His arm swept out, carrying an overwhelming might, aimed at the head of Qiao Beifeng.

Qiao Beifeng grunted and raised his left arm, intending to block Yin Tian’s punch.

However...

Qiao Beifeng felt as if he had been struck by a speeding car; his body instantly took flight, soaring through the air.

Thump!

A heavy sound echoed.

Qiao Beifeng’s body hit the wall and only then came to a stop!

Yin Tian stood in the place where Qiao Beifeng had just been sitting, his face wearing a nonchalant expression, "Is that the best you can do? And you thought you could prevent me from leaving this room?"

Qiao Beifeng sat slumped on the ground, stunned for a full ten seconds before he finally came to his senses.

He struggled to rise from the ground, his face now bereft of the previous nonchalance.

His eyes turned red as he stared at Yin Tian, and without wasting any words, he charged at Yin Tian again.

Qiao Beifeng attributed his earlier defeat to a surprise attack from Yin Tian, as he had not been prepared.

He did not believe that he was no match for Yin Tian!

As Qiao Beifeng rushed towards him, Yin Tian let out a mocking chuckle, "You want to continue?"

Bang!

Just as Qiao Beifeng reached Yin Tian, he couldn’t even make out Yin Tian’s movements, he was once again thrown into the air.

This time, his body slammed flat against the ground.

"Just like your nephew, you better go home and practice. With such meager skills, don’t come out and make a fool of yourself."

Yin Tian looked at Qiao Beifeng earnestly, hoping he would know when to quit.

Yet Qiao Beifeng ignored Yin Tian’s words and kept on charging at him like a madman.

Yin Tian, too, lost interest in responding and tried to get Qiao Beifeng down for good.

But suddenly, he saw a sinister smirk flash across Qiao Beifeng’s face.

Yin Tian inwardly cursed, realizing it was already too late!

Qiao Beifeng swung his arm violently.

From his hand, a spray of white powder scattered...