Chapter 69

At the moment the gunshot rang out, Zhang Qiu closed his eyes, his heart shattered into pieces.

At this moment, he suddenly felt that the power of insight was too strong, and it wasn't necessarily a good thing. He could clearly perceive everything, but was powerless to change it, which was such a frustrating thing?

Because of such a strong power of insight, he could sense the other person's action of pulling the trigger in advance and feel the entire process of the gunshot, rather than, like ordinary people, only realizing what happened after hearing the gunshot and being hit.

However, this made it even more painful. He could see, but due to physical strength and distance, he was powerless to change anything.

However, he suddenly opened his eyes again. Because he did not hear any screams or the sound of someone falling.

Xiang Yufei did not fall down! She was still standing there!

At this moment, Zhang Qiu keenly noticed that the side of her armpit was slightly damaged. The bullet had actually missed! It passed through her armpit, only tearing her clothes, without even hurting a single hair.

Xiang Yufei was also somewhat dazed, not knowing what had happened.

She had seen the person lying on the ground secretly pull out a gun and, without thinking, had prepared to block the bullet. After all, Zhang Qiu had just helped her dodge a bullet, and she felt that if she couldn't help him dodge a bullet, blocking one for him would be a good way to repay him.

This was just a heat-of-the-moment decision, without much consideration of the consequences. However, what she didn't expect was that the bullet would pass through her armpit, where her arms were spread, without hurting her at all.

She was almost disbelieving, standing there in a daze.

Suddenly, she felt some warmth on her wrist. She lifted her wrist and was surprised to find that one of the beads in the string of purple sandalwood prayer beads had slowly lost its luster, and finally, it couldn't maintain its shape, gradually collapsing on her wrist, turning into a pile of gray-brown ashes.

"An empowered prayer bead!" Xiang Yufei was stunned again, feeling that her worldview had been shaken.

While Xiang Yufei was in a daze, Zhang Qiu was not idle. Realizing that Xiang Yufei had not been hit, his remaining strength burst forth again. In one step, he jumped to the gunman who had pulled the trigger, kicked his wrist, and twisted and ground it fiercely, tearing off a piece of his injured flesh, leaving it bloody and mangled, completely losing the ability to hold the gun.

At this moment, Zhang Qiu also went around and kicked each person's hand, rendering them all useless, including the cowardly henchman who had wet himself in fear.

While kicking, Zhang Qiu also pulled Xiang Yufei, making her help kick a few times. This was partly to soothe her fear, partly to let her vent, and partly because, although she was weaker, her high heels were quite effective when stepping on people.

Xiang Yufei, who was originally filled with fear and worry, was dragged by Zhang Qiu to play the hand-kicking game, and gradually forgot the consequences of the continuous gunshots and the violent scenes she had just witnessed.

At this moment, Zhang Qiu grabbed the bald man by the collar, lifted him up, and pointed a gun at his head, asking, "Do you still want three million?"

"I don't dare... I don't dare..." The bald man, who had lost a few teeth, spoke with difficulty.

"Where is the person? Where is he being held? Release him quickly," Zhang Qiu asked again.

"He was released early... He said he wanted to find his daughter himself and bring her back as collateral. I sent two people to follow him," the bald man began to tremble, but his speech became smoother as he continued.

"Where are they now? Do you have contact information?" Zhang Qiu asked. After hearing the bald man's words, he genuinely felt that coming here was the right decision. If they had avoided the situation as Xiang Yufei had suggested, she would probably be harassed by her scumbag father again tomorrow.

"Yes! We agreed to use this phone number to contact," the bald man said.

"Then, contact them quickly," Zhang Qiu said, poking the bald man's temple with the gun.

The bald man said, "I, I, I am in pain, and I can't speak clearly."

Zhang Qiu, hearing this, stretched out his finger and poked the bald man, who immediately screamed for mercy.

However, after Zhang Qiu poked him a few times, the pain in his body lessened.

"Are you not in pain now? Call quickly! If you try any tricks, don't blame me for being ruthless!" Zhang Qiu said. He had used the pain relief technique from his emergency medical skills to poke a few acupoints on the bald man, reducing his pain and making him speak more clearly.

The bald man immediately made the call and said, "Hey, Sanzi! Where are you now?"

"We are eating! The old man said he was hungry! He insisted on drinking some alcohol to build up his courage, or he wouldn't dare to go. We had no choice but to take him to drink," the person on the other end of the phone said.

The bald man immediately scolded, "Damn! Why are you drinking? You should be chasing the debt! No, I don't trust you two. Bring him back to me first! Call this phone when you return. Meeting you two idiots has ruined my mood."

The bald man, seeing Zhang Qiu glare at him, added, "Be quick! You have five minutes to return! Otherwise, it will be considered as fleeing with the money!"

After hanging up, he looked at Zhang Qiu with a questioning gaze.

Zhang Qiu moved the gun from his head and tapped his bald head with it, saying, "You're smart. How many guns do you have here? How many people?"

"No more guns..." the bald man said.

"Damn! You dare to lie to me? Do you think I won't shoot you?" Zhang Qiu pointed the gun at the bald man's head again, finding it quite fun, feeling like he was in a movie.

"Really, no more, brother!" The bald man's expression was almost crying, "Guns are hard to get now. Having a few is already good, and in principle, we don't use guns. Everyone uses watermelon knives and steel pipes for fights. If guns are used, the higher-ups can't cover it." Under the threat of death, he almost cried as he told the truth.

"Then why did you use a gun on me!" Zhang Qiu was furious! You use knives for fights but guns for me, aren't you trying to harm me?

"Brother... I didn't pull the trigger! They are high-priced bodyguards, of course, they prioritize my safety. Plus, this is my territory... Who would have thought you would be so powerful! Even guns can't beat you." At this moment, the bald man had no trace of his former demeanor. In front of the gun, he was just a fragile ordinary person.

Such a person is even more afraid of death than ordinary people because he is used to enjoying life and being powerful. If he dies, he can no longer enjoy or be powerful, losing more than ordinary people.

Zhang Qiu continued to point the gun at the bald man's head, no longer interested in teasing him, and asked Xiang Yufei, "Are you still scared?"

"Much better," Xiang Yufei said.

Zhang Qiu said, "We'll leave when your father comes back."

"Okay," Xiang Yufei nodded.

Zhang Qiu suddenly asked the bald man, "Do you have any paper?"

The bald man was taken aback, why ask this suddenly? And asking if he had paper while pointing a gun at his head was not very polite. After a moment, he pointed to the table.

Zhang Qiu said to Xiang Yufei, "Take some paper to clean your shoes. Tidy up your clothes, and be composed when we go out." Zhang Qiu was also giving Xiang Yufei something to do to avoid leaving a psychological shadow from the violent and bloody scene.

"Okay," Xiang Yufei nodded and indeed went to take some paper to clean the bloodstains on her high heels.

A few minutes later, the phone rang, and the two henchmen had indeed brought the person back. Zhang Qiu continued to make the call for the bald man, instructing them to come directly to the hall.

After hanging up, Zhang Qiu gave the bald man a chop on the back of his head, knocking him unconscious.

Soon, there was a knock on the door. Zhang Qiu pulled Xiang Yufei behind the door and hid there himself, listening carefully. There were indeed only three people outside the door.

The soundproofing of the room was extremely strong, and the gunshots inside had not attracted the attention of people outside, so ordinary people couldn't hear the noise outside. Even with his quasi-national level insight, Zhang Qiu had to press his ear against the door to hear clearly.

Before coming, Zhang Qiu knew that there were no guards outside these rooms, including the hall. So, if there were three people outside, it should be correct.

One of them started knocking, and Zhang Qiu opened the door halfway, focusing intently on the entrance, his muscles tense, ready to act.

As soon as the door opened, they walked in and saw the people on the ground and the bloodstains, immediately stunned. At this moment, Zhang Qiu, using his insight to precisely locate, quickly acted, dragging two of them in and knocking them unconscious before they could recover from their shock.

At the door, there was a middle-aged man with a stubble, looking沧桑 (weathered) and disheveled, with a hint of alcohol and a dazed look.

Zhang Qiu also dragged him in, closed the door, and gave him a chop on the back of the head, knocking him out.

Then Zhang Qiu called He Qing and said, "How is your undercover investigation going?"

"I've collected a lot of evidence," He Qing said.

"That's good. If you really want to solve the case, it's best to call more people to raid and seal off the area. Come to the hall now! There's a major shooting case here, and people have died," Zhang Qiu said.

"What!" He Qing was also very surprised, not expecting a murder case.

"Don't ask for directions, this place is easy to find. You go from..." Zhang Qiu gave He Qing directions, "Remember?"

"Okay. I'll be there right away," He Qing noted the route and immediately hung up.

After hanging up, Zhang Qiu looked at the gun in his hand, thought for a moment, then tore off some paper towels, wrapped the gun, and put it in his pocket.

His pants pocket was deep enough to completely hide the wrapped gun without showing its shape.

Xiang Yufei saw this and wanted to say something but covered her mouth, not saying what she had intended. Instead, she said, "Did you notify your police friend? Should we leave quickly?"

"Yes. We played a bit too big, and we need to involve her to avoid trouble," Zhang Qiu said, "Leaving now would be safer, but it will be very troublesome later. And if we leave now, we won't have the chance to take down this den."

Xiang Yufei didn't expect Zhang Qiu to have such a big appetite, wanting to take down the entire nightclub in one go. (To be continued.)