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Chapter 19 Qin Yi’s Anger

Chapter 19: Chapter 19 Qin Yi’s Anger

Wu Zi walked up to the gloating boy, seized his neck with a rough, broad hand. The boy wasn’t short, about 1.78 meters, but Wu Zi lifted him up with one hand like a ragdoll.

Slap, slap...!

With the left hand holding the boy, Wu Zi struck with his right, his fan-like hand landing hard on the boy’s mouth. After more than a dozen slaps, the boy’s mouth was full of blood, his lips were flipped outwards, and he had lost two teeth.

Grasped by the neck, the boy struggled mid-air like a dying fish, groaning painfully from his throat.

Wu Zi let go, and the boy fell directly to the ground, clutching his neck, panting heavily, and coughed violently, spewing blood that stained the floor red.

Everyone was dumbfounded, especially the girls, who screamed in terror.

They were all students, although they often bullied others, it was the first time they’d seen such a brutal and terrifying scene, they trembled all over, their faces pale as paper.

Wu Zi retreated behind Dong Zhiping.

Dong Zhiping sneered, "I didn’t ask, whoever speaks nonsense again, this will be the consequence."

Everyone looked at Dong Zhiping in fright, this person was too ruthless.

Dong Zhiping half-squatted in front of Qin Wan’er, who was trembling like a sieve. Seeing Dong Zhiping raise his hand, she thought he was going to hit her, and cried, closing her eyes tightly.

Unexpectedly, warmth enveloped her, and when Qin Wan’er instinctively opened her eyes, she saw Dong Zhiping’s suit jacket draped over her. She was a bit stunned and couldn’t react for a moment.

He Ping and others were also dumbfounded. They all thought Dong Zhiping was going to deal with Qin Wan’er, but instead, he draped a jacket over her.

"Don’t be afraid, I was entrusted to protect you," Dong Zhiping said with a gentle smile, worried about scaring the timid girl.

Qin Wan’er looked at Dong Zhiping in a daze, entrusted by someone?

"Are you cold? There’s no place to take a bath here, so bear with it for now," Dong Zhiping said to Qin Wan’er with a smile.

Qin Wan’er’s mind was blank, who could move such a powerful person to protect her?

"You, you..."

"Just call me Brother Dong."

Qin Wan’er asked cautiously, "Brother Dong, can you tell me who asked you to protect me?"

"I can’t tell you that; if he wants you to know, he’ll tell you himself," Dong Zhiping said with a smile, helping Qin Wan’er up, "Come on, get up, I’ll handle the rest."

Dong Zhiping was puzzled; Qin Yi was truly mysterious, even keeping his sister in the dark.

Dong Zhiping helped Qin Wan’er sit on a nearby sofa, then stood up, glaring at everyone present.

"Who bullied her just now, step forward on your own."

He Ping and the others were pale; everyone present had bullied her.

"Not talking, huh, then it’s easy," Dong Zhiping sneered. "Qin Wan’er is my sister, bullying her on my turf, aren’t you putting me, Dong Zhiping, in your eyes?"

"We, we were just playing around, no one bullied her," a boy said with a dry smile.

"Yes, we were just playing around, it was someone’s birthday today, and we got carried away."

Dong Zhiping sneered, pointing at the boy who spoke first, "You, come over."

The boy dared not refuse and walked to Dong Zhiping, trembling.

Suddenly, Dong Zhiping picked up a beer bottle and smashed it on the boy’s head with a bang. The beer bottle shattered immediately. The boy screamed in pain, clutching his forehead, blood seeping through his fingers.

Everyone present was nearly scared to death.

"What did I say before, who gave you the right to speak? Do you take my words as farts?" Dong Zhiping unbuttoned his sleeves, rolled them up, and kicked the boy on the ground, "Playing around, I’m playing around too, is this fun for you?"

"Not fun, not fun, I was wrong... Please forgive me, please forgive me..." the boy protected his head, crying and begging for mercy.

"Damn it, when my sister begged you, why didn’t you let her go? Now you know to beg for mercy? Bullying a little girl, you call this being a man?" Dong Zhiping kept stomping on him, making the boy scream miserably.

At this moment, Dong Zhiping’s phone rang; it was Qin Yi calling.

"Watch them for me," Dong Zhiping instructed Wu Zi, then stepped out to answer the phone.

"Hello, Qin Yi."

"Brother Dong, is my sister okay?"

Dong Zhiping paused, "Where are you?"

"I’m outside your KTV."

"I’ll have someone bring you up to my office."

Dong Zhiping had someone bring Qin Yi to his office.

Dong Zhiping’s office was luxurious, but Qin Yi was in no mood to admire it, urgently asking, "Brother Dong, how’s my sister?"

Dong Zhiping poured Qin Yi a glass of water, "Have some water first, don’t worry, your sister is fine, just got some drinks poured on her head..."

With a bang, before Dong Zhiping finished speaking, the glass in Qin Yi’s hand exploded. A terrifying rage burst from Qin Yi, making the air in the office surge; all the tea sets on the table and desktop decorations suspended in midair.

Dong Zhiping’s face changed drastically, he felt like his neck was gripped by invisible hands, struggling to breathe.

"Qin, Qin Yi..." Dong Zhiping was horrified, what kind of ability was this?

Qin Yi seemed to snap out of a trance; Dong Zhiping felt the unseen pressure recede like a tide, and the suspended decorations and tea sets fell, shattering on the floor.

"Sorry!" Qin Yi realized he lost control; for a moment, he almost couldn’t control the fury inside, as if he wanted to rip everything in front of him to shreds.

Qin Yi slowly exhaled, what just happened to him? For that instant, his heart was full of bloodthirsty wrath, wanting to destroy everything before him.

Dong Zhiping was pale, feeling weak, for a split second, he felt the air around him turned into invisible blades, nearly slicing him to pieces.

"Qin, Qin Yi... are you okay?" Dong Zhiping was genuinely frightened; Qin Yi’s rage could make everything float, what kind of Divine Ghost Techniques was this?

Qin Yi suppressed the turmoil within and apologized, "Brother Dong, sorry for scaring you."

"I, I’m fine..." Dong Zhiping chuckled nervously, though his back was drenched.

"I was a little upset just now, sorry for causing such destruction," Qin Yi sincerely apologized, slowly spreading his hand, palm full of fine powder.

Dong Zhiping’s head buzzed, a chill running through him, Qin Yi had turned broken glass into powder, it was terrifying.

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