e-booksonline Chapter 58 died, his eyes wide open in death.
Chapter 58 died, his eyes wide open in death.
Who to kill?
It's none other than Zhou the Skinflint!
Qin Chuan did not act impulsively; he had thought it through very clearly.
He had seen Zhou Bapi's eyes earlier; they were filled with undisguised hatred and murderous intent.
Don't let his current disheveled appearance and pathetic appearance fool you; given the chance...
Qin Chuan was certain that Zhou Bapi would kill him without hesitation, and might even be planning it now.
Rather than letting this person scheme against me later, it's better to strike first.
Qin Chuan had no intention of letting someone who posed a significant threat to his life leave just like that.
Especially when you have the ability to solve it yourself.
Zhou Bapi is currently at his weakest, with broken bones and tendons, and needs crutches to walk.
If Qin Chuan takes action now, the success rate is at least 90%.
If he had a choice, he would naturally prefer to wait until he had entered the sect and become a true "martial artist" before taking action, as that would give him a better chance of success.
The problem is, it's too uncertain.
[Martial Artist] might start learning tomorrow, or it might take three days, five days, or even a month or two...
Are we just going to wait like this forever?
Wait for Zhou Bapi to recover from his injuries? Wait for him to come up with a plan? Wait for him to hand over the initiative to someone else?
......
Night fell, and the waning moon rose halfway.
Zhou Bapi, leaning on his cane, limped along the empty alley.
He walked and cursed, cursing Qin Chuan, Xiao Wu and the others, Zhao Fuquan for not helping him, and Qian Ye for being blind...
At the height of his tirade, Zhou Bapi slammed his cane into the ground, the impact sending a sharp pain through his broken leg. He grimaced, gasped, and then launched into an even fiercer tirade.
"Qin Chuan, just you wait..." Zhou Bapi gritted his teeth, "Once my leg heals, I'll see if I don't kill you... Who do you think you are... a beggar... daring to act tough in front of me..."
Zhou Bapi was determined to make Qin Chuan pay.
Money can protect him for a while, but not forever. As long as he acts cleanly, there shouldn't be any major problems...
Zhou Bapi, leaning on his cane, entered an alley. The alley was lined with high walls and was completely dark, with only a few rays of moonlight falling down.
while walking,
Zhou Bapi suddenly felt something was wrong, his steps slowed unconsciously, his cane poked the ground, and he hesitated for a moment.
He swallowed hard, a chill creeping up his spine as he felt something behind him.
He didn't have time to turn around.
A black cloth fell from the sky and covered his head completely.
Zhou Bapi was startled and opened his mouth to shout.
But a hand covered his mouth, sealing it tightly. His shouts were muffled, escaping into a muffled "uh."
Zhou Bapi struggled desperately, and his cane slipped from his hand and fell to the ground.
He reached out his hands to grab the person behind him.
next moment,
He only felt a cool sensation on the side of his throat.
Like snowflakes falling on your skin in winter, cool and refreshing, with a fleeting stinging sensation.
Then a warm liquid gushed from my throat, trickling down my neck and into my collar.
It was so hot it burned him, making him tremble with fear.
He knew what it was; it was his own blood!
Zhou Bapi's eyes were wide open in the darkness, his pupils contracting violently.
He wanted to shout, but couldn't; he wanted to run, but couldn't muster the strength.
He gripped the man's sleeve tightly with one hand, twisting his body with all his might, trying to see who it was, but he couldn't hold on at all.
As blood rapidly drained away, his body seemed to lose all its bones, and he simply slumped downwards.
His knees hit the ground first, then his body, and finally his forehead, striking the cold bluestone slab with a dull thud.
Zhou Bapi strained to open his eyes wide, raising his head, trying to see clearly the person standing before him, trying to see who had killed him.
In the flashback of memories, many figures appear in my mind.
In the blurry vision,
He saw a figure that looked very familiar.
But Zhou Bapi couldn't believe it. How could it be him? How could it possibly be him!
That beggar!
How dare a beggar kill himself!
Zhou Bapi's eyes widened.
died!
Don't rest your eyes!
Qin Chuan watched this scene, his chest heaving violently.
To be honest, it would be a lie to say I didn't feel anything.
After all, this was the first time he had killed someone with his own hands!
Qin Chuan's hands were still trembling at that moment.
It wasn't fear, but something indescribable.
He looked down at Zhou Bapi and then told himself,
If this person doesn't die, it's himself who will.
He just wanted to live a good life; it was Zhou Bapi who forced him to.
......
When we returned to Aunt Liu's house,
Qin Chuan deliberately tried to open the door quietly, but it was still heard.
"Xiao Qin, is that you?"
"It's me, Auntie. You're still awake?"
"Okay, it'll be ready soon. I've left some food on the stove for you; you can heat it up if you get hungry."
"Okay, Auntie, you should get some rest. I'm going to take a cold shower."
......
Qin Chuan walked to the kitchen, took off his blood-stained clothes, scooped up a ladle of water, and was about to pour it over himself.
But a voice came from the side.
"What happened to you? Why are you covered in blood?"
Qin Chuan turned his head sharply and found that the person who spoke was Liu Ding.
He was silent for a moment, then said, "I killed someone."
"You killed someone!"
Liu Ding subconsciously took half a step back, looking Qin Chuan up and down as if he were seeing him for the first time.
After all, in his interactions with Qin Chuan, he could tell that this young man in front of him was not the kind of person who would act recklessly.
But judging from the bloodstains on the kid's clothes and his expression, he probably isn't lying.
Liu Ding asked, "Who did you kill?"
"Zhou the Skinflint," Qin Chuan replied.
Upon hearing the man's name, Liu Ding subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief and replied, "Zhou Bapi was no good. It was only right that he was killed. I've wanted to kill him for a long time."
As he was talking, he suddenly remembered something and asked, "Where is his body now? We need to dispose of the body first, otherwise if the Iron Hand Gang sees it and traces it back to you, we'll be in trouble."
Upon hearing this, Qin Chuan looked at Liu Ding with some surprise.
He never expected that the landlord's foolish son would say such things and even be willing to help him.
Qin Chuan didn't do much with Zhou Bapi's body.
After all, he's now a minor manager at Heaven on Earth, with Master Qian standing behind him.
Even if he were discovered, he could get Master Qian to protect him.
There is no affection within gangs, only interests.
However, it would be helpful if Liu Ding could step in and resolve this problem.
Qin Chuan told Liu the location.
Liu Ding nodded, then lightly leaped over the wall and disappeared into the night.
Several ladles of cold water were poured over him.
Qin Chuan felt his body getting hotter and hotter, as if a ball of fire was burning inside him.
He knew it was the aftereffect of killing Zhou Bapi.
Seeing that it was taking so long to calm down,
Qin Chuan simply stood in the courtyard and practiced the Returning Origin Stance, carefully sensing the blood energy within his body.
I don't know how much time passed.
A system notification suddenly rang out.
[Profession requirements met, entry into the Martial Arts profession]