Chapter 74: First Volume, Chapter 74: Legal Weapon

First Volume, Chapter 74: Legal Weapon

Long Batian's eyes lit up at the sight of Qin Feng actually daring to show up.

Who in all of Jingdu doesn't know Qin Feng Xiao'er is riding high right now? If we crush him today, we'll make a name for ourselves across the capital.

Thinking of this, Long Batian felt a hidden thrill and immediately barked: "Good! Today Qin Feng Xiao'er will learn how dangerous the adult world really is! How many men did he bring?"

The thug glanced at his comrades standing ready, trembling, lips parted but words stuck.

Seeing the thug stammering, clearly hesitant, the manager sneered: "With the Gang Leader here, what are you afraid of? Just speak!"

Long Batian grew impatient: "The job of smashing Wuhu Da Jiu Lou was ordered by Zhao Shopkeeper and Young Master Gao of Zui Xian Lou—do you really need me to spell out what kind of power they represent? Even if Qin Tianhu himself showed up, I wouldn't flinch! I'd even teach Qin Tianhu how to discipline his son!"

Hearing this, the thug found some courage and whispered: "Report, Gang Leader… Qin Feng brought… three or four hundred men."

At these words, Long Batian's previously haughty expression collapsed. He forced calm:

"Three or four hundred? A mere wastrel—even if he called every servant in his household, he'd have at most a few dozen. Where did he get three or four hundred? Are you mocking me?"

The thug's legs shook violently; he collapsed to his knees, sobbing: "Even if I had a hundred lives, I'd never dare mock the Gang Leader. Qin Feng really brought hundreds—every inch of this street is packed. And along the way, they shouted slogans: 'Sweep Away Black and Eliminate Evil, Protect the Realm and Pacify the People.'"

"Preposterous!" Before Long Batian could speak, the manager exploded in rage: "Sweep Away Black? By Qin Feng? That's hilarious! If he really brought hundreds of skilled fighters, I'd admire him. But we all know—those hundreds are just useless sacks of rice! How could they compare to my Dragon Tiger Gang's battle-hardened brothers?"

Hearing this, the previously cowed thugs lifted their heads.

Long Batian's heart settled. His arrogance returned, calm and dismissive: "The manager's right. A mere brat, no threat. Even if he brings a hundred men, they're still scattered rabble. Once we knock Qin Feng down, the rest will scatter like birds and beasts. Everyone—wait for my signal. Target Qin Feng alone!"

As he spoke, a clamor rose—and Qin Feng slowly appeared at the street corner, heading toward Dragon Tiger Gang.

Seeing Qin Feng accompanied by only a few men, Long Batian sneered: "All this waiting… for this? I went to the trouble of gathering men. I should've just left a few brats here."

The manager bowed and nodded eagerly: "Those so-called hundreds? Just gawkers causing a ruckus. Who'd dare truly fight Dragon Tiger Gang? They probably fled halfway."

Long Batian tightened his Nine-Ring Blade. Though he wouldn't dare commit murder on the street, the blade in hand gave him confidence—and his gaze toward Qin Feng grew even more contemptuous.

As Qin Feng drew closer, heavy footsteps echoed from afar. A dozen young men in Protector attire emerged from the street corner, each wielding clubs.

Protectors differ entirely from servants—they must have some martial skill to qualify. Those serving in the Ministry of War's Shangshu Mansion may not have trained since childhood, but they're unquestionably seasoned brawlers.

Seeing the dozen Protectors, Long Batian still smiled—but his arrogance had dimmed.

After all, if fighting broke out, these Protectors wouldn't abandon their young master—they'd fight to the death. Taking Qin Feng then would be no easy task.

Just then, dozens more strong young servants appeared around the corner—all carrying clubs.

Long Batian's smile vanished completely. Numbers no longer favored him—the outcome was uncertain.

The manager rushed to flatter: "Just a few dozen servants? They can't compare to my Dragon Tiger Gang brothers!"

Long Batian smiled but said nothing.

Just as Long Batian prepared to "deploy troops" and clash with Qin Feng, a deep, rhythmic pounding echoed from afar. Looking toward the sound, countless sturdy young men poured out from the corner in a continuous stream—numbering over a hundred!

Though they carried no "weapons," their presence behind Qin Feng was terrifyingly imposing.

Even the manager, who thrived on chaos, fell silent.

Long Batian swallowed hard, instinctively gripping his blade tighter, forcing calm: "Stay… stay calm. Don't panic. This is Tianzi Jiaoxia—Qin Feng wouldn't dare act recklessly."

On the surface, Long Batian stood like a dog sleeping—but inside, he was panicking, racking his brain to figure out how a mere wastrel could muster so many men.

Just those before him numbered nearly two hundred. This wasn't a brawl—it was a miniature army preparing for city siege.

If it were anyone else, Long Batian could stay composed. Even if they brought more men, they'd only be here to intimidate, never to fight.

But this was Qin Feng—the fool who'd directly defy a Ministry of Revenue minister in front of the Son of Heaven and Civil and Military Officials.

As the distance closed, Long Batian's palms grew slick with sweat. Under his gaze, Qin Feng walked forward smiling, innocently pleasant—but the axe in his hand gleamed coldly, making Long Batian's heart race.

Qin Feng strode boldly up to Long Batian, in front of all Dragon Tiger Gang thugs, grabbed his hair, and grinned: "You? You smashed my wine house?"

Long Batian stared blankly, utterly unprepared for Qin Feng's sheer audacity—he froze.

Then Qin Feng tapped his axe against Long Batian's Nine-Ring Blade: "Oh? This blade's sharpened? That's a weapon, right? Qin Xiaofu—according to Da Liang Lüli, what's the punishment for carrying a weapon and parading through the streets?"

Qin Xiaofu had been fearful—had a fight broken out, he'd have fled immediately.

But seeing Qin Feng's boldness, his swagger like a gang boss negotiating, his last trace of fear vanished. He grinned:

"Report, Young Master: under Da Liang Lüli, anyone parading with a weapon gets their hands chopped off."

Feeling Qin Feng's "excited" gaze, Long Batian's spine chilled—he instinctively tossed the Nine-Ring Blade to the manager.