Chapter 62 Can Lang

A man with a scarred face and more than 20 gangsters rushed into the main hall aggressively. The people immediately stood up and moved aside, and some timid girls even ran towards the windows with scream.

A middle-aged woman wearing a professional suit and a few waiters followed the gangsters, "Ladies and gentlemen, I am the manager, Qiu Ye. Sorry, we have some urgent things to deal with and I'm sorry for disturbing everyone. To apologize, all drinks and dishes are free today. Welcome back next time. "

Hearing her words, those people understood what she meant. They all stood up and left the restaurant. Some were so frightened that they ran away before she spoke.

The bustling main hall which was filled with noisy and excitement soon became empty and quiet.

"Brother Hao, the scar-faced man was 'Can Lang'. Three years ago, he forced me to leave Nanlin. He is a vicious and despicable local bully, stopping at nothing in doing evil. If anyone can kill him, he will rid the country of a pest. " Seeing Can Lang rush in, Ma De immediately ran to Qin Hao's side. Qin Hao could feel that he was a little nervous.

"What does this have to do with me?" Qin Hao smiled indifferently. He sneered in his heart, 'Ma De, you want to murder a person with a borrowed knife and you think I don't know your tricks. I've had two lives. How could I be used so easily?

Hearing Qin Hao's reply, Ma De shivered. It couldn't be none of his business.

"Er, Brother Hao, actually, we didn’t want to make trouble, but they are coming towards us." Ma De’s forehead sweated with nervousness. He knew how cruel Can Lang was. If Qin Hao did not help him, he would surely be killed by Can Lang.

"No, not us. They are coming for you. It has nothing to do with me." Qin Hao's expression was still calm.

Ma De wiped away the sweat on his forehead. "Brother Hao, I …" He wanted to say, "I've been serving you like my elders these days. You have to give me a hand anyway. But how could he say that?

"You don't have to say anything. You handle this matter by yourself." Qin Hao picked up the cup of tea in front of him and sipped leisurely.

Ma De was panicked and sweating like a pig. Can Lang and his men had already surrounded them.

"Brother De, long time no see. You are still alive." Can Lang took a step forward, and one of the gangsters immediately pulled a chair for him.

Can Lang sat down and waved his hand. He took out a large cigar from his pocket, and someone immediately light it from his behind.

"Puff." As he smoked, he puffed out a circle of smoke. He wanted to laugh when he saw Qin Hao was such a young man and Ma De was standing respectfully by his side like a grandson. He shook his head, "Brother De, it's been three years since we met last time. It seems that you are getting worse and worse. So, this kid is your boss?”

"Can Lang, watch your tone! This is Brother Hao." Ma De suddenly became bold and shouted.

"He dares to talk to Brother Lang like this? Brothers, chop him to death!" The gangsters behind him roared. Can Lang raised his hand and told them not to move. He turned to Qin Hao and said with a sinister sneer: "Brother Hao? He-he, that’s interesting. It's a pity that you would die so young. Any last words?” Can Lang’s eyes were filled with killing intent.

Qin Hao was stunned. Damn. He didn't want to involve in this matter but letting Ma De eat his own bitter fruit. But now they wanted to take his life.

"Brother Hao, let's eat somewhere else. Leave these disgusting flies here." Ma De seized the opportunity and added oil to the fire.

"You deserve to die!" An angry shout rang out, and a shadow flashed. Before everyone could understand what was going on, Ma De’s neck had already been grabbed by Can Lang and lifted up high.

"A Martial Cultivator?" Qin Hao could see that Can Lang was a Martial Cultivator with weak strength, only at the middle period of the Beginning Stage.

"Hao- Brother Hao, help, help, help … me." Ma De couldn’t breathe and had used up all his strength. His legs kicked in the air while his white eyes gradually bulged out.

He didn't move as if nothing had happened. He just drank his tea.

"Help you? Hum." His face was grim, and the long scar twisted like a snake on his face. "No one can save you today. Three years ago, I let you go. How dare you come back? You brought this on yourself, you know. You won’t receive a quick death. " He swung his hand. “Bang", Ma De knocked at a table and heavily fell onto the ground.

"Cough, cough, cough." Ma De touched his throat and coughed violently.

"Beat him!" Can Lang commanded.

The angry gangsters swarmed upon him and kicked him as hard as they could. His painful scream was horrifying. The waitresses were so scared that they hid in their rooms, shut doors tightly and blocked their ears.

The mass brawls continued. The gangsters’ thick leather shoes stepped on Ma De's legs, hands, stomach, chest, face, head… Blood ran all over the floor, obscuring his eyes. He struggled in the hope of survival, with his hands wrapping his head, but his fingers were broken by a kick. He could only roll over. Countless kicks landed on his back. Footprints were left on his clothes. Soon, his back was bloody and blood dripped through his clothes.

"Stop, stop! You will kill him." Suddenly, a woman rushed over with crying, separating the gangsters. She threw herself on him and protected him.

This middle-aged woman was the manager of this hotel, Qiu Ye.

They stopped beating because of her actions.

"Please, please stop! He will die, please!" She hugged Ma Da’s head in tears, "Why are you so silly? Why did you come back? Why, why?"

Ma De's throat was writhing, but he could not speak. Finally, he let out a faint voice, "Qiu Ye, my … Ye'er. No, don't be sad. I am so happy to die in your arms."

"No, no, don't die! Stay with me!" She cried out and turned to look at Can Lang who sat on the chair, looking at them coldly. She put Ma De down, knelt in front of Can Lang and started kowtowing. "Brother Lang, please, I can do whatever you want if you spare his life."

"Bang", Can Lang crushed a teacup on the table into pieces. He was furious, "Qiu Ye, I didn't realize you cared so much about him after all these years. What about me?"

"Brother Lang, I'm already old. You can have as many beautiful young girls as you wish. I'm just a middle-aged woman. Please let me go. If you still want me, I can give you anything you want. Please spare his life." She continued to kowtow.

The more she interceded for him, the more irritated Can Lang became. He gritted his teeth and stared at the woman kneeling at his feet like a hungry wolf. Suddenly, he grabbed her hair and lifted her head. On her snow-white forehead, a large bloody bubble broke and the blood ran out.

"Do you think you really can do anything for him?" he asked, grinding his teeth.

Qiu Ye endured the pain from her scalp and said with a trembling voice, "Yes …"

"Very good." With a force of his hand he lifted her up a little, making Qiu Ye cried into tears, but she held it without crying out.

"Can Lang, fuck you. What are you doing? Let her go!" Ma De, who had been lying on the ground, suddenly raised his head up and roared angrily.

"Damn, lay down." A gangster immediately rushed forward and kicked Ma De's head, stamping his entire face on the floor.

Ma De's mouth was pressed to the floor and he couldn't make a sound, but he was not resigned and kept twisting his body, letting out an unwilling roar from his throat.

"Brother De, no, no!" Qiu Ye turned to look at Ma De and shouted. She wanted to protect him, but she was so tightly strangled by Can Lang that she could not move.

"Brother Lang, please let him go. I'm at your disposal." Qiu Ye could only continue to beg Can Lang. Tears had blurred her eyes, and her heart was broken.

“Pa”, Can Lang slapped Qiu Ye's face furiously. Five red fingerprints were clearly imprinted on it. Then he kicked her.

Qiu Ye let out a scream and fell to the ground.