Chapter 222: No... it can't be

In the blink of an eye, Xu Tian kicked three people away, took off the arms of four bodyguards, and punched one of them on the bridge of the nose, causing nosebleeds to splash instantly.

Qian Rushan was dumbfounded. His bodyguards were all invited back at a high price, each with extraordinary skills. Usually, it was his bodyguards beating others, and he had never seen anyone who could beat them so miserably.

"Trash, you can't even beat a pretty boy, all of you go up! If you don't scrap him today, don't think about working anymore!"

He clutched his painful forearm and roared at the bodyguards under his hand. Even if those bodyguards were afraid of Xu Tian, in order not to lose their jobs, they had to bite the bullet and rush up.

The result was predictable; they were all beaten to pieces.

Xu Tian attacked viciously, with every move hitting the vital points. He first smashed a hook punch into a bodyguard's face, then tilted his head to dodge the attack from behind, then borrowed the momentum for a roundhouse kick, kicking over several big men who were still rushing forward, and neatly snatched a baseball bat and smashed it on the head of the bodyguard who wanted to sneak attack, directly knocking the person unconscious.

Xu Tian's combat power at this time was like a completely different person, unlike just now, only knowing a few tricks and having no power to fight back.

In just over ten minutes, only seven or eight of the dozens of bodyguards brought by Qian Rushan remained

After entering, they saw their colleagues lying on the ground in disarray, rolling around in pain; no matter how strong their psychological resilience was, they dared not step forward rashly.

"Boss, we need to retreat, quickly!"

Someone realized the situation and wanted to take Qian Rushan away, but Xu Tian arrived in front of the short, fat man—who was shaking like a leaf—a step ahead of him.

Two more bodyguards from the center tried to protect their master, but after being kicked away without mercy, the few remaining people retreated one after another, and no one dared to step forward to block him again.

"Don't... don't come over..."

Qian Rushan's face turned deathly pale as he struggled to move his feet and retreat.

Suddenly, he realized something; his left hand, which could still move, reached into the inner pocket of his suit and quickly pulled out a delicate handgun from the ground.

This was a gun he used for self-defense, containing only three bullets, but in Huaxia, where gun control is extremely strict, it was already enough.

After touching the handgun, Qian Rushan immediately felt emboldened; he pointed the gun at Xu Tian and said arrogantly.

"Don't move! Put your hands up! If you dare to take one more step forward, I'll shoot!"

Xu Tian's footsteps paused slightly, and as expected, he did not approach any further.

Qian Rushan thought he was afraid and raised the muzzle of the gun even more triumphantly.

"So what if you can fight? Now that you see a handgun, don't you have to surrender obediently?"

"I order you to kneel down for me right now, break your own hands, and kowtow a few times; perhaps I might consider sparing your life, hahahaha..."

Suddenly, his rampant laughter came to an abrupt halt.

Xu Tian, who had been standing a few paces away from Qian Rushan, moved in a flash and appeared right in front of him.

He raised his hand, gripped Qian Rushan's wrist—the one holding the gun—and folded it, twisting the wrist into an incredible arc, instantly forcing him to point the muzzle at himself.

"Something like this cannot hurt me."

Xu Tian spoke, his voice almost inaudible, yet it scared Qian Rushan so much that tears and snot streamed down his face.

The bone in his wrist was broken, sending sharp, piercing pain, and he could not pull the trigger because the muzzle was pointed directly at his own throat.

The next second, Xu Tian pressed the gun body slightly downward and pulled the trigger cleanly and decisively.

"Bang!" A gunshot rang out, and the bullet pierced through Qian Rushan's left shoulder.

Qian Rushan could no longer make a sound; when Xu Tian let go, his body went limp like a noodle and collapsed to the ground.

Fights and brawls often happened in the bar, and the customers were long accustomed to it, but no one had ever used a handgun before.

This gunshot scared those people out of their wits, and they scrambled and crawled toward the bar exit in a panic.

Xu Tian ignored those irrelevant passersby; he continued to stare at Qian Rushan, who was lying on the ground like a dead pig, stepped on his chest, bent down slightly, and said softly.

"Now, do you still need me to kneel?"

"..."

Qian Rushan's lips twitched, too terrified to speak.

What kind of devil was this?

He had knocked down dozens of people without even blinking, and now he was still speaking to him in such a calm, conversational tone.

"I'm asking you a question."

Seeing that Qian Rushan wouldn't speak, Xu Tian applied more force with his foot on his chest, almost making him cough up blood.

"No... no need..."

Pain and fear made Qian Rushan's face covered in snot and tears as he let out a shrill plea: "I was wrong, I was blind and didn't recognize a superior, please... let me go..."

He had originally thought Xu Tian was a pretty boy with no skills who could be bullied at will, but he never expected that inside this pretty boy lived a god of slaughter.

The pressure on his chest grew stronger and stronger; he gasped for air, desperately trying to find more oxygen, but such struggling only caused Xu Tian to press his foot down harder.

"Really no need?" Xu Tian chuckled.

"No need! Really no need!" He must have had water in his brain earlier to think that he could subdue Xu Tian just by having a handgun.

"I thought you would like kneeling."

Xu Tian's gaze swept down to Qian Rushan's legs, then the foot on his chest slowly moved downward, shifted to Qian Rushan's knees, and stepped down hard when he least expected it.

"Ahhhhh..."

Qian Rushan's screams echoed throughout the bar, and the surroundings instantly fell silent.

This time, Qian Rushan passed out completely, with no possibility of waking up.

Both his hands and feet had been broken by the stomping; this terrifying force truly left everyone present trembling with fear.

The customers in the bar had all run away; at this moment, the only ones left were the bodyguards who had luckily only suffered minor injuries, and the wealthy woman who was kneeling beside Sister Yang, crying her eyes out.

"Tsk, too weak..." Xu Tian felt a bit bored; he straightened his body, but the fire burning in his heart did not extinguish because of this; instead, it burned even brighter.

The wound on the back of his head sent waves of tearing pain; Xu Tian felt uncomfortable all over, his whole body restless as if it were about to explode...

There was no one left in front of him for him to fight, yet he felt unsatisfied.

"Mr. Xu!"

Just at this moment, Xiao Can, who was standing not far away and had been scared silly, suddenly reacted: "Are you okay?"

Xu Tian's action of rubbing his temples paused, and he turned his head abruptly to look in Xiao Can's direction.

Just one glance made Xiao Can's spine go cold, as if he were prey being stared at by a wild beast; he subconsciously took a few steps back, a sense of ominous foreboding rising in his heart.

"No... it can't be..."