Stunning Dragon Wife-Chapter 688 - 687: Ferocious Means

Hearing Yang Qing’s fierce words, the local ruffians were even more terrified, clearly outmatched by Yang Qing’s domineering arrival at the banquet.

"President Yang, we, we acknowledge your strength, we are no match for you, so we’re willing to admit defeat, let’s talk, shall we?"

Baldy Liu could barely stand by supporting himself on a pillar, his teeth chattering as he spoke, while someone beside him had been frightened to the point of wetting their pants.

After all, Yang Qing was a Qi Transformation Expert.

However, what puzzled Zhang Xiaoshan was that a mighty Qi Transformation Expert like this was actually fighting over territory, which seemed utterly ridiculous.

Could it be that Yang Qing had other schemes?

It seemed that there was more to the situation than met the eye.

"Talk? How do you want to talk?" Yang Qing asked coldly.

The sharpness in his eyes almost scared the others into kneeling.

"We, we have already discussed it amongst ourselves, and each of us will give up half our turf to you. From now on, your Sanhe Gang will be the biggest organization in Yang City. Spare us a livelihood, and from then on, we’ll each go our own way without interfering with each other, how about that?"

Each giving up half of their territory was already a sufficiently sincere offer.

However, Yang Qing’s demands were clearly not so simple. He sneered viciously,

"Quit your damn blabbering in front of me. My patience is limited; keep it up, and I’ll kill all of you."

"Now I’ll give you two options."

"First, the lot of you kneel down and kowtow three times to me, hand over all your territories to me, and integrate your underlings into our Sanhe Gang. You lot can then get lost, leave Yang City, and never set foot here again."

"Second, I twist off your heads this instant and stuff them into a coffin. You decide."

"Are you, are you really not leaving us any way out?"

One of the local ruffians, a middle-aged cropped-haired man in his forties, looked at Yang Qing unwillingly.

This man was the boss of Pingyuan County in Yang City, inheriting a tradition of spear techniques with some skills. With his age and early start in the underworld, his status was quite high, known as Leopard Head.

"Heh, forcing you to death is exactly what I want to do." Yang Qing didn’t take Leopard Head seriously in the slightest.

"Damn it."

Leopard Head, a boss with personality, stepped forward, indignantly saying,

"I’ve been on the road since I was fifteen. I’ve slogged my way to today’s achievements. You want my territory, and I should just hand it over to you?"

"Today, I’m putting my life on the line to fight you."

As he spoke, Leopard Head snatched a nearly two-meter-long silver spear with a red tassel from his subordinate and charged at Yang Qing.

Obviously, they had been pushed into a corner with nowhere to go.

Tough old figures like Leopard Head still carried a bit of hot blood in their veins.

Leopard Head did have some skill; he was probably at the peak of his external power, vaguely possessing a trace of Inner Strength, barely qualifying at the stage of Half-step Qi Condensation.

When he thrust with his spear, he added Inner Strength, the silver spear stabbing toward Yang Qing’s chest with incredible speed.

He was trying to take Yang Qing’s life in one blow.

Unfortunately, the gap between them was too great.

"Utterly ridiculous."

Yang Qing’s eyes were filled with contempt.

"Bang."

Confronted with this strike, he clenched his right fist, punching out.

"Using his fist to counter a sharp spear, is he mad?"

"Humph, if Yang Qing were to die from this strike, that would be ideal," the local ruffians thought with confusion and excitement.

In the corner, Zhang Xiaoshan, who had anticipated the outcome, shook his head in sympathy for Leopard Head.

As expected.

"Clang"

The next moment, Yang Qing’s fist clashed with the sharp spearhead, emitting a metallic ring like colliding blades.

Following that,

"Crack-a-lacka"

Continuous cracking sounds were heard as Leopard Head’s spear fractured inch by inch, breaking into segments in an instant.

The punch’s power didn’t lessen.

Despite the two-meter distance between Yang Qing and Leopard Head, Leopard Head still felt a crushing punch to his chest.

"Crack."

Leopard Head’s chest caved in, almost all his ribs broken, and he was sent flying several meters to crash into a wall. The impact left his back a bloodied mess as he lay on the ground, coughing up blood, unable to utter a word.

A single punch had almost taken Leopard Head’s life.

And that was with Yang Qing holding back his cultivation, revealing only Qi Condensation level strength.

The gap in Martial Arts was just that vast.

"Brother, brother, brother..."

"Avenge our brother!"

Leopard Head’s close subordinates, seeing their boss beaten to near death, were driven by rage and charged at Yang Qing.

"Get lost."

Yang Qing kicked at the leader, exploding his body gruesomely.

Just like that, in an instant, one man was killed.