Chapter 67: He Is Already a Dead Man

“Well, isn’t this Qin Xuan? Who are you waiting for, dressed in these shabby clothes?”
The man with the receding hairline was the first to call out in a mocking tone.
Qin Xuan glanced at him indifferently and said nothing. It was noon, right after military training, and Qin Xuan had not changed out of his camouflage uniform.
“Hey, as a student, you’re ignoring your teacher? No respect for your elders—do you even put your seniors in your eyes?” The man grew angry at once, stepping closer to Qin Xuan and pointing at him as he scolded.
“Do you even look like an elder?”
Qin Xuan gave him a look.
“You—”
“Shut up, fool.”
Li Shihao spoke coldly as well. The words froze the man, making him swallow back his retort. For all his bluster, he was nothing more than a lackey before Li Shihao.
To Li Shihao, this man was nothing but a dog—and not even a clever one. The critical text messages had been carelessly left undeleted, discovered and used as evidence, ruining the spotless image Li Shihao had so carefully maintained. This filled him with fury.
“Qin Xuan, we meet again. Do you remember what I said to you the first time we met?”
Li Shihao stopped in front of Qin Xuan, his voice brimming with arrogance.
“Oh? You mean you wouldn’t tolerate any other man approaching Su Muqing?”
Qin Xuan chuckled quietly.
“So you do remember.”
Li Shihao tucked his hands into his pockets. “You’re quite the arrogant one, but I’ve never understood what you have to be arrogant about. If you think a bit of brute strength is enough to make you act up in front of me… you’re sorely mistaken.”
“Is that so?”
Qin Xuan gave an ambiguous reply.
“Don’t forget about the million today. I’ll make sure you pay every cent back to me.” With that, Li Shihao and the man with the receding hairline left the campus. He had other matters to “discuss” with his lackey.
Qin Xuan gave a cold laugh as he watched their retreating figures, never moving an inch from beginning to end.
A million? Qin Xuan knew he was referring to the wrecked Lexus. It seemed Li Shihao wanted to blame it all on him. But how could Qin Xuan ever fear such threats?
“Qin Xuan, did Li Shihao just come looking for you?”
A familiar voice sounded at his ear. Qin Xuan turned to see Su Muqing.
Today she wore a black short-sleeved shirt and a matching black skirt, her fair calves alluring and her whole office outfit accentuating her seductive figure, drawing the eyes of passersby wherever she went.
“No one’s come to see me.”
Qin Xuan shook his head.

“You’re still trying to fool me? He’s barely out of sight.” Su Muqing pouted, clearly dissatisfied with his answer.
“Heh, in my eyes, he’s already a dead man.”
Though Qin Xuan spoke lightly, a chill ran through Su Muqing. She had no doubt that if she failed to gather evidence and bring Li Shihao to justice within a month, Qin Xuan would take matters into his own hands.
“All right, all right. You already smashed his car today—don’t be so angry.”
Su Muqing smiled, trying to smooth things over.
“He brought it on himself. If it had been someone else, he might have killed them.” Qin Xuan didn’t see himself as being in the wrong at all.
“You say that, but who else would dare stand in the middle of the road and block a car?”
Su Muqing rolled her eyes at him, knowing he was far from ordinary. “Let’s go. I’ll fetch the car. We’re headed to Jinguang Temple at General’s Mountain, right?”
The two headed toward the parking garage.
In the distance, Li Shihao watched her get the car, then glared as Qin Xuan took the passenger seat beside her, the two leaving the campus together. His gaze grew colder by the second.
“Let’s see how long you can stay smug. Soon you won’t even have the chance to cry. So be it—since you don’t know what’s good for you, tonight I’ll teach you a lesson.”
Li Shihao sneered inwardly.
Little did he know, he’d already become Qin Xuan’s first target since descending the mountain. If not for Su Muqing and Zhao Long’s earlier persuasion, he would have died a dozen times over by now.
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General’s Mountain lay in the southern part of Nanjing. The Jinguang Temple atop it was fairly well-known, not for any legendary abbot, but because the mountain itself was a popular tourist attraction.
As for the so-called Master Jinguang, even Su Muqing had never heard of him.
Of course, Qin Xuan did not underestimate Master Jinguang, knowing that the entire array of wards at Qixia Manor had been set by his hand—a testament to his skill, surely no less than Qin Xuan’s own master.
“Hmm? Stop the car.”
Halfway there, Qin Xuan suddenly called out.
“What’s wrong?”
Su Muqing glanced curiously outside and noticed they were near a busy subway entrance. Not far away, a crowd had gathered around an open lot, with several uniformed city officers in attendance.
“I think I saw someone I know.”
Qin Xuan frowned slightly.
“Someone you know? Who?”
Su Muqing asked as she pulled over.
“I don’t know his name. Right, he was the bodyguard of that fat Lei we met at the revolving restaurant.”
“His bodyguard? That barely counts as an acquaintance.”

Su Muqing couldn’t help but laugh.
“I’ve fought him before—he’s got skill, and he’s an upright man. Looks like he’s in some trouble now.” Qin Xuan got out and looked toward the center of the crowd, spotting the same bodyguards from before.
There were four burly men in black, and if memory served, the leader was called ‘Shanhai’—that’s what Fat Lei had called him.
Qin Xuan’s instinct told him these men weren’t the lawless sort, so seeing them in difficulty, he felt compelled to help if needed.
“What’s going on here?”
Qin Xuan asked an elderly bystander. In the center, seven or eight city officers were arguing with the four men.
“These lads have it tough. They’ve been performing on the street all morning and made barely a dime. Now the city officers are driving them off—who knows what’ll happen next.”
The old man sighed.
Qin Xuan frowned, observing the scene more closely. The four bodyguards were indeed performing feats like chopping bricks with their hands and breaking stones on their chests, drawing quite a crowd.
For some reason, the city officers had come today to drive them away, claiming it was ruining the city’s image.
“I don’t care what you’re doing. Clean up your things now, or come with us to the station,” the captain barked.
“Sir, we really have nowhere else to go. We’re not taking up much space—this is just an empty lot. Do you really have to drive us off?”
One of the men pleaded, though his deep, gruff voice made it sound as though he was being defiant.
“Cut the chatter. Leave on your own, or we’ll haul you away. Don’t say you weren’t warned.”
The captain ordered, signaling his men to begin confiscating the group’s props.
“Wait!”
Qin Xuan stepped forward.
Now all eyes were on him. The onlookers clearly hadn’t expected anyone to intervene in such a troublesome matter, especially someone in military fatigues who looked like he belonged with the officers.
“Who are you? You think you can meddle in this?”
The captain eyed Qin Xuan dismissively.
“I’m here to solve your problem.”
Qin Xuan smiled and walked into the circle.
The four bodyguards looked over as well, but clearly did not recognize him. After all, he was dressed differently now, giving off an entirely different aura.
“You’re going to solve our problem? Ha!”
The captain burst out laughing.