Chapter 15

Clang!

The roller shutter was suddenly pulled down.

The other three henchmen sensed something was wrong and hurriedly drew their daggers and machetes.

Awu also drew his machete but placed it on Qin Lang's neck, shouting at the other three henchmen, "Drop your weapons!"

While the other three henchmen were hesitating, over a dozen thugs armed with machetes rushed down from the upper floor of the pharmacy, surrounding them.

The situation was very clear.

Qin Lang said to the three henchmen, "Forget it, they outnumber us. Drop your weapons."

The three henchmen, hearing Qin Lang's words, had no choice but to throw their daggers and machetes on the ground.

"Is your name Awu? Why did you do this?" Qin Lang deliberately acted very angry.

"Simple, for the money!" Awu said with a matter-of-fact tone, then turned to the big man standing behind the counter, "Brother Maniu, I've brought the person to you."

Maniu nodded, "Good! From now on, you'll follow me!"

"Thank you, Brother Maniu, thank you!" Awu felt much safer knowing that Maniu would protect him. Otherwise, as a traitor, even if he got the money, his future would be tough.

Maniu's gaze fell on Qin Lang, "Kid, can you cure arsenic poisoning?"

Maniu seemed to doubt that a student could cure arsenic poisoning.

"Or, why don't you eat a packet of arsenic and let me try to cure you?" Despite the machete at his neck, Qin Lang remained calm.

"Bold!" Maniu sneered, "Unfortunately, I don't have any arsenic on me right now, or I would have stuffed it in your mouth to test you!"

"Stopping me won't help." Qin Lang said calmly, "If I don't go back, Brother Qiang will still go to the hospital."

"He won't be able to go to the hospital! We have someone holding him back!" Maniu said coldly, "Since you're still a student, I'll give you a small lesson today to show you that you can't meddle in gang affairs! Awu, make him extend his left hand. I'll feed his little finger to my Tibetan Mastiff!"

"Did you hear that!" Awu pressed the machete against Qin Lang, forcing him to extend his left hand onto the counter, then pressed down hard, "Damn it, extend your little finger! If you don't, Brother Maniu will take more than just one finger!"

Qin Lang remained calm, and this calmness thoroughly enraged Maniu's ferocity. He swung his machete and chopped down on Qin Lang's little finger!

Han Sanqiang's three henchmen were pale with fear! They could foresee that it would be their turn next!

"Ah!"

A scream echoed.

Strangely, the scream did not come from Qin Lang but from Awu!

Maniu's machete had actually cut off Awu's left little finger!

Neither Maniu nor Awu had expected this outcome.

Awu had never seen Qin Lang in action and did not know how powerful he was. He didn't even understand how Qin Lang had escaped the pressure and instead sent his own little finger under Maniu's machete.

The pain was excruciating, and Awu dropped his machete, then bit his teeth and pressed on the wound to stop the bleeding.

"Damn—"

Maniu roared and swung his machete at Qin Lang's right shoulder.

Maniu, a seasoned thug, knew the bottom line of being a thug was not to kill, so he was cautious about where he struck.

But Qin Lang remained calm, his body sliding backward, easily avoiding Maniu's machete and moving to the center of the pharmacy.

Maniu leaped over the counter and pursued him relentlessly.

He knew that if this kid escaped, not only would he lose face, but the boss would not let him off.

Qin Lang faced Maniu and his eighteen henchmen unarmed, yet he was not afraid.

Because in Qin Lang's eyes, these were just thugs, not true martial artists. Even with their machetes, they were powerless.

Qin Lang stood next to a pillar in the center of the pharmacy, assuming the posture of the Dragon Subduing Pile, giving the impression of being firmly rooted, unshakable, and invincible.

This presence and demeanor could only be seen in true martial artists.

Maniu also sensed the change in Qin Lang's aura, but he did not believe that a high school student could fend off eighteen machetes unarmed. It was impossible!

But at that moment, Qin Lang gestured to Maniu with a provocative motion.

"Damn!"

Maniu roared and swung his machete first.

At the same time, Maniu's henchmen surrounded Qin Lang from all sides.

"Ha!"

Qin Lang exhaled and suddenly punched the nearby pillar.

The pillar, though covered with a wooden pattern, was actually made of reinforced concrete. But Qin Lang's punch left a dent and even cracked the concrete!

Maniu and his henchmen were immediately stunned—

One punch to crack a concrete pillar, this guy's strength was astonishing!

"Boom!"

In the moment of Maniu's shock, Qin Lang took a step forward, the force of which was so great that it cracked the floor tiles. Then, he kicked Maniu in the abdomen.

Maniu felt a tremendous pain in his abdomen and was sent flying, crashing into the medicine cabinet, which also cracked.

"Ouch... Chop him to death!"

Maniu's bones felt like they were disintegrating, but his ferocity was fully aroused.

The other henchmen hurriedly swung their machetes at Qin Lang.

"Damn! The old poison master!"

Qin Lang had a reason to curse the old poison master. The old poison master had never taught Qin Lang any martial techniques, focusing mostly on poison skills and the Dragon Subduing Pile.

The Dragon Subduing Pile was a great technique, allowing one to channel all their strength into a single point, maximizing the impact with minimal effort. An ordinary person could only use 20-30% of their strength in a punch, but a true martial artist who had practiced the Dragon Subduing Pile could use 70-100%, which is why Qin Lang could kick Maniu away so easily.

However, Qin Lang had not learned any specific techniques, so he could only use the simplest and most basic punches and kicks to deal with the thugs and their machetes.

Qin Lang was not invincible, so he had to dodge.

Fortunately, the pharmacy had many medicine cabinets, giving him space to dodge. His body was agile, and his steps were light and steady. He fought while retreating, and for a while, he was not at a disadvantage. The thugs who accidentally got hit by Qin Lang felt the pain deep in their bones.

However, Maniu was gradually recovering. He stared at Qin Lang, his eyes blazing with fury, but he did not immediately attack. Instead, he whistled and shouted, "Black Tiger!"

Roar!

At that moment, a black Tibetan Mastiff leaped out from somewhere, jumping over a meter high and pouncing directly at Qin Lang's chest.

The mastiff was extremely fierce, and if it bit him, Qin Lang would certainly be injured, especially with the dozen machetes coming at him.

Maniu sneered, thinking that no matter how fast Qin Lang was, he couldn't be faster than his mastiff!

Qin Lang also felt that he was in big trouble. If he lost to an animal today, it would be a huge embarrassment!

"Should I use poison?" A wicked thought flashed through Qin Lang's mind. As the old poison master's disciple, Qin Lang had extremely potent poisons that would kill instantly upon contact.

But doing so would bring endless trouble and even implicate the old poison master.

As the mastiff's claws were about to reach Qin Lang, he suddenly remembered the scene from that morning when the blood mantis fought the large snake. He felt that the mantis's "blades" contained profound martial techniques. Inspired, Qin Lang naturally formed his palm into a blade and struck the mastiff's nose with precision.

Crack!

The sound of bones breaking echoed, and the mastiff's nasal bone was severed by Qin Lang's hand blade!

With its nasal bone broken, the mastiff's mouth could not open, and Qin Lang took the opportunity to throw it to the ground, leaving it unconscious.

With this successful move, Qin Lang's confidence soared. He swung his hand blade again, striking a henchman's wrist.

Snap!

The henchman's wrist joint dislocated, and he screamed in pain, dropping his machete to the ground.

Snap! Snap! Snap! Snap! Snap!

Qin Lang continued his attacks, his hand blades as swift and precise as a mantis catching prey!

The sounds of screams and machetes hitting the ground filled the air.

Han Sanqiang's three henchmen were completely stunned. They finally understood why Han Sanqiang respectfully called Qin Lang "Brother." This was what true kung fu looked like, what true prowess was!