Chapter 198: Got His Head Split Open

Seeing Lin Qingyan's tangled, hesitant expression, Qin Shou thought, "Now Lu Cheng is taking it too far. If Lu Cheng had stopped when it looked good earlier, I would have already done him a favor today, but he insists on this stunt."

"Fine, stop making it hard for her. She doesn't even know you, why is your face so big, insisting that she kiss you?"

Little does he know that Lu Cheng is using him, hoping Qin Shou will say even more.

The more others mock, the higher the chance Lin Qingyan will kiss him.

Lu Cheng deliberately provoked, saying, "That's not necessarily so. I'm not like you; I was born with a peach‑blossom holy body, something you ordinary mortals can't compare to."

Qin Shou scoffed, "Stop bragging. I advise you to call me 'dad' right now, and that'll settle this."

Lu Cheng pressed his head against Lin Qingyan's shoulder and whispered, "What should I do? I have to call him dad."

Lin Qingyan twisted his waist a bit and said, "You're really childish."

"Sss…" Lu Cheng inhaled a cold breath, "Then how about this: just calling you dad is meaningless, so let's raise the stakes…"

Before Lu Cheng could finish, Lin Qingyan hurriedly grabbed him, "Hey, don't raise it…"

She paused, and under everyone's widened gazes, Lin Qingyan lightly tiptoed and brushed the side of Lu Cheng's face with a fleeting touch.

That scene instantly set the place off, with jeers rolling wave after wave.

Lin Qingyan, her face flushed, felt too embarrassed to stay; amid the shouts, she quickly grabbed the stunned Lu Ying and dragged him away from the scene.

Lu Cheng remained intoxicated; even though it was just a light tap, he felt deeply satisfied. Though Lin Qingyan thought the act childish and boring, she still didn't want to see him lose a favor.

Compared with Lu Cheng's rapt expression, Qin Shou across from him turned sullen.

It wasn't until a shout of "dad" rang out that Qin Shou finally reacted.

He lost; that damn woman Lin Qingyan, just for a stranger, made him lose a favor—utterly infuriating.

"You stay right there. Did I let you go?" Qin Shou shouted toward Lin Qingyan's back.

At least the two families used to get along well; how could they embarrass him like this today?

Seeing Lin Qingyan ignore him, Qin Shou moved to pull her back.

Lu Cheng gave a signal, and Da Kui and three others formed a wall, blocking Qin Shou's path.

"Move!"

Da Kui in the middle stood firm, "Don't touch my Master's Wife."

Qin Shou furrowed his brow, "What kind of thing is your Master's Wife? If you don't move, do you believe I'll beat you up?"

"Don't believe it."

"You!" Qin Shou pushed, but Niu Da Kui stood there unmoving.

"Push me again, and I'll kill you!"

Qin Shou actually laughed; in all his life, no one had ever dared threaten him like that.

He immediately snatched a slab from a nearby person and handed it to Niu Da Kui, "Come on, if you have the guts, smash me to death."

He was worried about how to catch this group; earlier Lu Cheng had hit someone else, and by the local rules, he couldn't arrest them.

But if Niu Da Kui dared to hurt him directly, that would give him grounds to arrest.

To Qin Shou's surprise, the other actually took the slab, and Niu Da Kui asked, "How many hits? Because I don't know how many times you can take before you die."

Qin Shou was stunned, "How many more hits? If you have the guts, try smashing me once. If you dare move me even a bit, I'll arrest you…"

"One."

Just as Lu Cheng opened his mouth to intervene, Niu Da Kui's slab slammed onto Qin Shou's head with a "Bang," splitting in two.

Lu Cheng instantly covered his face, muttering, "What did you summon him for?"

Qin Shou stood there stunned, feeling a sharp pain in his head; when he touched it, blood was coming out.

Niu Da Kui was also a bit stunned, "You're not dead? Then how many hits should it be?"

Qin Shou, unsure whether from pain or anger, twisted his features, gasped a few times, then spoke.

"Are you fucking stupid…"

The sudden scene left the people in the Grand Courtyard stunned, and once they recovered, they rushed forward.

The blue‑camp members saw this and also surged forward; the two sides faced off, shoving and shouting, each refusing to yield.

Such situations often happen on the ice rink; one could say it's about loyalty, standing up for brothers, or simply a way to release restless, suppressed youth.

But this time, a bleeding incident occurred, unlike before, and everyone pushed each other fiercely.

Just as the situation threatened to spiral, a few Public Security Joint Defense Team members wearing Red Sleeve Badges rushed out from the high platform above.

"Doo…"

One of them blew a whistle, "What are you doing? No fighting!"

Hearing the shout, the blue‑green camps below quickly put away the slabs.

Xiao Piqiu replied, "No fighting, no fighting, we're just playing here."

"Lying, huh? I saw those slabs, who's the mastermind?"

Hearing the question, Qin Shou was about to turn in Lu Cheng; the Street Joint Defense Team and the Police Substation are the same organization.

First they'd take the person to the Joint Defense Squad, then the substation would transfer them away; the rest is to deal with Lu Cheng properly, even if it means breaking his leg.

But just as he was about to speak up, Wu Zhekun stopped him.

"Kunzi, what are you doing? That turtle bastard opened his skull for me; I must capture them today."

"Shou, you know the rules here; even if there's bleeding, you can't call the police."

"I don't care about any rules; I have to catch them anyway, otherwise I'd have been wasted! Also, who exactly are you teamed with?"

"Of course I'm on your side, don't worry, I won't let you be wasted; I'll definitely get you justice."

Wu Zhekun, after calming things, shouted upward, "Comrade, no fighting, we're just playing."

When the green‑camp people said the same, the Joint Defense Squad stopped probing further, "Everyone disperse quickly; if anyone tries to fight again, we'll take you all away."

The blue‑green camp members, at that moment, became harmonious, cheerfully holding up their hands.

They waited until the Joint Defense Squad left, then both sides pulled back their smiles and resumed the tense, sword‑at‑the‑ready stance they had just had.

Wu Zhekun stepped forward and said, "My buddy got his head smashed today; this isn't settled yet, so let's draw a line."

Wu Zhekun is still a decent man; even though the Joint Defense Squad had arrived, he didn't reveal who the attacker was, choosing to settle it by the underworld's rules, and Lu Cheng admires him.

"Today you have few people, don't claim we're bullying you; you pick the place and time."

Wu Zhekun glanced at Lu Cheng, not realizing this kid was actually quite tough, had decent connections, and was a mixed‑blood kid.

"Fine, the Cultural Palace back wall, tomorrow night at nine. Bring your people; anyone who doesn't show up, that motherf***er is a son of a bitch."

The Cultural Palace back wall is usually quiet, with few visitors, so there's no need to worry about police or adults noticing; it's a good place for a clash.