Chapter 273: First Volume_Chapter 273 Just Won't Submit

First Volume_Chapter 273 Just Won't Submit

Qin Feng, furious and out of breath, shouted at the top of his lungs: "I'll open your head! Go find my Fourth Sister right now, or I'll be killed by the Baron of Fuyun County! Whoever finds my Fourth Sister first gets five hundred taels of silver—first come, first served!"

At these words, the passersby below the lou all sprinted toward the Qin Residence at full speed.

Li Lang, standing at the door, gritted his teeth: "Qin Feng, you're a coward—have the guts to make this bitch move!"

Qin Feng turned around, leaned against the window, ready to jump out at any moment, ignored Li Lang's shouts, and yelled to Shu Feng: "Block the door!"

If Shu Feng had taken a fighting stance, Li Lang might have had room to strike.

But Shu Feng had spread her arms and legs wide, forming a giant "big" shape across the doorway, leaving Li Lang unable to strike—and seeing her impressive figure and delicate face, his gaze grew uneasy.

Qin Feng saw this scene clearly.

The tension of imminent death instantly turned absurd; he doubled over laughing, clutching his stomach: "Hahahaha! So that's why you won't hit women—you're just a green kid with a crush!"

At this, Li Lang's face flushed crimson; he gritted his teeth: "You dog, don't you dare fall into my hands!"

Shu Feng realized her "advantage," straightened up—and Li Lang, startled, stumbled backward.

This sight nearly made Qin Feng laugh himself to tears: "Li Lang, how about a deal? You let me go, and I'll find you a wife."

Li Lang's face burned red; he roared to hide his shame: "Get lost! You're still a bachelor yourself—don't think I don't know!"

Li Lang was furious but helpless; since he could remember, he had sworn to the Ming Prince: no military merit, no marriage!

Yet now, at the peak of his youth, he couldn't help noticing women—but dared not break his vow, making him even more irritable.

At that moment, a wail echoed down the corridor.

Li Lang turned to see his elite guards, who had held the upper hand, now lying scattered and beaten.

Ning Hu was covered in blood, his tiger-like eyes blazing with furious flame; utterly enraged, he left no room for mercy—every punch and kick aimed to kill.

The guards tried to block him, but Ning Hu drove his elbow into their chests; they collapsed backward, instantly unconscious.

Seeing his men knocked out cold, Li Lang exploded in rage, gritting his teeth: "You dare kill my men?!"

Ning Hu's face turned ashen: "Baron of Fuyun County, you defy the Emperor's decree, cause chaos in Jingdu, and attempt to assassinate the Commander of the New Army! Surrender now, and I'll deliver you to Dali Temple. Refuse, and I'll execute you on the spot!"

Facing Ning Hu's threat, Li Lang remained indifferent: "Yong'an Hou's Son, famed as the toughest among Jingdu's youths—I'll see just how good you really are."

Li Lang lunged forward, raining punches and kicks onto Ning Hu.

Ning Hu absorbed every blow, seized an opening, and countered with a punch straight into Li Lang's chest.

The so-called hard skill shattered under Ning Hu's fist—Li Lang gasped in pain.

Qin Feng poked his head out, leaning on Shu Feng's shoulder, enjoying the spectacle: "Fascinating! Truly fascinating. The two most famous little tigers of Jingdu are biting each other. Li Lang fights with solid stances, stubborn as hell—but his experience is lacking!"

Ning Hu and Li Lang exchanged blows; it looked like Ning Hu was getting crushed, but in truth, Li Lang was running out of stamina.

As the old saying goes.

Fighting is a test of endurance.

Sons of military officers may train from childhood, but most have explosive power and poor stamina.

Ning Hu, however, underwent Tianji Camp's devilish training—his endurance is astonishing.

Li Lang was already panting heavily; Ning Hu remained calm, even gaining the upper hand.

Ning Hu seized his chance, executed a perfect lock, and pinned Li Lang to the ground.

Seeing Li Lang subdued, Qin Feng rushed out of the guest room, crouched before him, and gloated: "You were so tough just now—what happened? Hehe, you gonna submit?"

Li Lang strained every ounce of strength to turn the tide—but in raw power, few in all of Jingdu could match Ning Hu.

Facing Qin Feng's smugness, Li Lang seethed: "I submit to your grandpa!"

Still mouthy?

Qin Feng didn't hesitate—he gave Ning Hu a glance.

Ning Hu smashed a punch into Li Lang's shoulder.

Li Lang groaned, gritting his teeth: "I just won't submit!"

Won't submit? Easy!

Keep hitting him—until he submits.

Under Ning Hu's relentless assault, Li Lang finally broke down, screaming in agony.

Meanwhile, Shu Feng heard pounding on the door; as soon as she opened it, Qin Xiaofu burst out, threw himself at Qin Feng's legs, and sobbed uncontrollably: "Master! You've finally come! If you'd come one step later, I'd be dead and gone!"

"Master, waaah!"

Qin Xiaofu wailed bitterly, clearly beaten badly by Li Lang.

His face was bruised and swollen, his clothes torn and disheveled.

But thankfully, no serious injuries—just bruises and scrapes.

Qin Feng kicked him twice, but he didn't budge; he snapped: "Get up. When we get back to camp, collect fifty taels of silver as medical compensation."

Hearing there was silver to be had, Qin Xiaofu shot up instantly, grinning ear to ear, drooling with joy: "Master, I knew you'd treat me best!"

Qin Feng thought he himself was greedy.

Compared to Qin Xiaofu, he looked like a mere amateur…

At this point, Li Lang was dazed and beaten.

Qin Feng signaled Ning Hu to stop, reached out, patted Li Lang's head gently: "Little brat, just submit—it'll save us all trouble."

Li Lang lifted his head weakly, glared at Qin Feng, then spat.

Hey!

You little brat!

Qin Feng wiped the spit off himself, gritting his teeth: "Won't submit? Fine. Wait till we get to Dali Temple—I'll see if you still won't submit then!"

"Ning Hu, take him away."

But Ning Hu didn't move immediately—he turned to glance toward the staircase and said gravely: "A master has arrived."

A master?

Could it be Fourth Sister Jing Qianying?

Qin Feng's heart leapt with joy; he hurried forward to greet them, but at the stairway entrance, he froze—those who came up were clad entirely in black, revealing only two sharp, gloomy eyes.

And not just one.

Three Black-Clothed Men.

Black Wards!

Qin Feng's heart sank.

Though he and Li Lang had clashed fiercely, surely that wasn't enough to draw the Black Wards? These men were the Liang Emperor's secret bodyguards, and the most mysterious spy organization in Shedynasty.

The leader of the Black Wards glanced at Li Lang and said in a low voice: "No need to trouble Young Master Qin—hand over the Baron of Fuyun County to us."

Alarm bells rang loudly in Qin Feng's mind.

Whenever the Black Wards move, it's always a death sentence.

Does the Liang Emperor want Li Lang's life?!