Chapter 8

"Are you Mr. Qin?"

Staring at Qin Xuan, Mo Yunlong was stunned.

What kind of Mr. is this, he's just a kid who hasn't even grown his hair out yet.

"Hurry up and come over to pay your respects!"

Seeing Mo Yunlong standing there in a daze, Mo Yunyi shouted.

Mo Yunlong snapped out of his stupor, he glanced at Qin Xuan with disdain and said, "Brother Yi, we can't play such a big joke, can we?"

He was older than Mo Yunyi, yet he called Mo Yunyi 'Brother.' Everyone in the Mo family knew that Mo Yunyi had been by Mo Lao's side since childhood, even the Mo family's sons didn't dare to anger Mo Yunyi.

Mo Yunlong was extremely unwilling to hand over his business to this young kid.

As the leader of Jing Shui, he had a fierce and rebellious nature. Over the years, many people had fallen to him, and not a few had died. To hand over the business he had managed for over a decade to a seventeen or eighteen-year-old kid, he was absolutely unwilling.

Even if it was a direct order from Mo Lao!

"Ridiculous!"

Mo Yunyi was furious; he knew Qin Xuan's strength.

This was an Internal Strength martial artist, even Mo Lao admitted he couldn't match him. How dare Mo Yunlong show disrespect to him in person?

Qin Xuan raised his hand to stop Mo Yunyi from speaking, and said calmly, "You are the leader of Jing Shui, Mo Yunlong?"

"So what if I am?"

Mo Yunlong's face was grim, and he said coldly, "I don't know what Mo Lao was thinking, but there's no way I'm handing over the Juyun轩 to you!"

Qin Xuan smiled faintly, not caring.

He looked at Mo Yunlong, his expression calm: "I don't need you to hand it over to me, I just need a dog to manage Jing Shui's business for me!"

"Brat, what did you say?"

Before Mo Yunlong could react, Zhang Hu was the first to get angry. If Mo Yunlong hadn't spoken, he would have come over and crippled this arrogant kid.

"I said, I need a dog!"

Qin Xuan smiled faintly and said slowly.

"Insulting Brother Long, I'll cripple you!"

This time, Zhang Hu couldn't hold back. He rushed over to teach this guy a lesson for insulting Mo Yunlong.

After all, Mo Yunlong was his savior.

A punch flew out, carrying a fierce wind, and struck directly at Qin Xuan's face.

Bang!

Qin Xuan didn't move an inch. He reached out and grabbed Zhang Hu's fist.

Zhang Hu's face changed. He felt his fist caught in an iron clamp, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move it at all.

Crack!

In the next moment, Qin Xuan's hand exerted a little more force, and Zhang Hu's face turned pale, he roared, and was drenched in cold sweat.

His hand bones were broken, and the terrifying strength came from the seemingly weak young man in front of him.

How could this be?

Zhang Hu found it hard to believe. He wasn't an ordinary person; he had practiced martial arts since childhood and could easily take down seven or eight people. Now he was crippled by a young kid?

Qin Xuan was indifferent and slowly said one word: "Get lost!"

Holding his right hand, Zhang Hu was drenched in sweat, his face as white as paper, and his bald head was covered in blue veins, looking extremely terrifying.

"Didn't expect you to be a martial artist!"

Mo Yunlong was even angrier. Qin Xuan not only insulted him but now even injured his people.

Even if it was an order from Mo Lao, what kind of treatment was this for him, who had worked hard for the Mo family for so many years?

Moreover, he was the leader of Jing Shui. A simple word from him, and everyone in Jing Shui would give him face. Today, he was bullied by a young kid right at his doorstep. If he could bear this, he wouldn't be Mo Yunlong.

In a flash, a black gun was pointed directly at Qin Xuan.

"Mo Yunlong, what are you doing?"

Mo Yunyi, who had been silent, finally spoke, his anger uncontrollable.

"If you dare to harm a single hair of Mr. Qin today, Mo Lao will personally execute you tomorrow!" Mo Yunyi shouted, his back drenched in cold sweat.

This was Mo Lao's esteemed guest. Not even Mo Yunyi dared to show any disrespect, let alone Mo Yunlong, who now wanted to kill Qin Xuan?

"No problem!"

Qin Xuan raised his hand and smiled calmly, "Do you think a gun can hurt me? How ridiculous!"

"Brat, don't refuse the wine and drink the punishment wine!"

Mo Yunlong growled, his eyes red, and the two women nearby were already trembling with fear.

"Shoot! If you don't shoot, you're not even a dog!" Qin Xuan remained calm, he smiled and took a chair and a fruit plate, peeled a grape, and slowly chewed it.

"Looking for death!"

A疯狂的光芒在莫云龙的眼中闪过，骨子里的凶性被彻底激发出来。

Bang!

"Are you crazy!"

Mo Yunyi shouted, but it was too late.

The bullet pierced the air, heading straight for Qin Xuan's forehead, and the entire room fell silent.

Even Mo Yunlong was frozen, filled with regret. He had killed the person Mo Lao had instructed, how could he explain this to Mo Lao?

Even if he was a collateral member of the Mo family, Mo Lao would never forgive him.

In the next moment, everyone's pupils constricted, looking at Qin Xuan in disbelief.

Two fingers, as white as jade, appeared before them.

Qin Xuan held a grape in one hand, and with the other, he extended two fingers, and the copper bullet was perfectly clamped between them.

The room was deathly silent.

Mo Yunyi, Zhang Hu, Mo Yunlong, and the two women all had expressions of shock.

Could someone really catch a bullet with just two fingers? Was this a movie?

With a clink, the bullet fell to the ground, and Qin Xuan leisurely peeled another grape and popped it into his mouth.

"I said, I just need a dog. Do you, Mo Yunlong, want to be one?" Qin Xuan said, eating the grape, and he picked another one, seemingly enjoying its taste.

Mo Yunlong was already terrified. This young man could actually block a bullet?

If he tried to kill him, how could he possibly stop him?

In an instant, Mo Yunlong felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, his body shivering with fear.

He finally understood why Mo Lao had handed Jing Shui's business to this young man.

Mo Yunlong bowed his head, and suddenly, he knelt on both knees: "Mo Yunlong is willing to be... be Mr. Qin's dog!"

His face was full of fear, and there was no trace of anger.

If he didn't, how could this young man let him off? At that time, he would not only lose Jing Shui's business but also his life.

Moreover, if he refused, even Mo Lao wouldn't forgive him.

Thinking of this, Mo Yunlong bowed his head even lower, feeling even more fear.

'Just a dog, not a real one. No matter how high I climb, I'm still just a family dog of the Mo family. Now, I'm just changing masters.' Mo Yunlong gave a bitter laugh.

He raised his head and said, "I am willing to be Mr. Qin's dog!"

Qin Xuan leisurely peeled the grape skin and slowly threw the grape into his mouth, savoring its sweet and sour taste, nodding in satisfaction.

Only then did he calmly look at the kneeling Mo Yunlong and acknowledge him.

"Alright!"