Chapter 52: No One Is Allowed to Disturb My Seventh Senior Sister While She Eats Barbecue

Seeing Chu Tian enraged and beginning to kill for real, the remaining thugs were terrified, yet they still threw themselves at him desperately. Men die for wealth, birds for food; for money, people risk their lives—such men are plenty.

Chu Tian had not yet withdrawn his fist when a sneaky thug circled behind him, silently swinging an iron pipe straight at Chu Tian’s head.

“Junior Brother, watch out!”

Zhao Ling’er was shocked and cried out in alarm.

But her warning came too late, for the heavy iron pipe had already struck Chu Tian’s head.

Bang!

In an instant, it was as if the iron pipe had crashed onto solid rock. The thug felt his hand go numb, while Chu Tian’s head remained unharmed.

Even after taking the full force of the blow from the iron pipe, Chu Tian showed not the slightest reaction.

Invulnerable to blades and bullets?

Skin of bronze, bones of iron?

Was he even human?

As the thug stood frozen in disbelief, Chu Tian’s arm trembled, and the heavy iron pipe snapped cleanly in two.

Chu Tian then pivoted, driving his elbow into the thug’s chest.

The thug flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing into the advertising box outside the restaurant.

Bang!

The thug smashed the box, which had previously advertised a discount on barbecue, reducing it to splinters in an instant.

He died without so much as a scream.

At this moment, Chu Tian’s power stunned everyone present.

Yet, with great reward comes brave men. Li Quan raised the bounty to two million.

The surviving thugs hesitated only for a moment, then surged forward once again.

Chu Tian stepped forward, his clothes fluttering though there was no wind, as an invisible surge of energy swept outward.

Boom!

The dozen or so thugs closest to Chu Tian seemed to sense an intangible pressure bearing down on them.

The next second, all of them were sent flying, blood spraying in midair, then crashing heavily to the ground.

This scene utterly shocked everyone present.

The remaining twenty-odd thugs retreated, none daring to approach Chu Tian again.

After all, while two million was tempting, one had to consider whether they had the ability to earn it—if they lost their lives, the reward was meaningless.

Seeing this, Li Quan’s face became grim.

He had roamed these streets for years and had never been forced into such a situation.

No matter who Chu Tian was, if he wasn’t dealt with today, Li Quan would never be able to stay in this area again.

Who would fear him? Who would pay him protection fees?

Thinking of this, cold sweat broke out on Li Quan’s forehead. His right hand quietly reached for his waist, gripping the handle of his pistol.

“To hell with you! I don’t care if you’re a martial artist—today, you have to die!”

A flicker of madness flashed in Li Quan’s eyes. He drew his pistol, leveled it at Chu Tian, and squeezed the trigger.

Bang!

The gunshot startled everyone.

The next second, Chu Tian shifted, moving half a meter aside.

The bullet grazed past him, shattering the restaurant’s glass door.

Li Quan was shocked; he hadn’t expected Chu Tian to dodge a bullet.

Moreover, Chu Tian’s gaze had already locked onto Li Quan, piercing through the crowd.

Did he really believe a mere gun could threaten him?

The gunshot was loud, and Li Quan hadn’t tried to conceal it at all.

The moment the gun fired, Chu Tian had already tracked its trajectory.

To ordinary eyes, a bullet’s path was impossible to follow, yet to Chu Tian, it moved as slowly as a snail.

Even a master would not be struck by a pistol, let alone Chu Tian.

Chu Tian lowered his gaze to the knife on the ground.

With a gentle tap of his foot, the knife leapt into his hand.

Even empty-handed, Chu Tian had intimidated everyone—now armed with a blade, his menace multiplied.

The twenty-odd thugs retreated, wanting to put as much distance between themselves and Chu Tian as possible.

Were it not for Li Quan watching from behind, they would have fled immediately, never wishing to face this terrifying killer again.

Chu Tian, knife in hand, strode toward Li Quan.

With every step he took, the thugs retreated one step, until they ended up behind Li Quan.

“You… don’t come any closer!”

Li Quan’s face was filled with terror; instinctively, he raised his pistol and aimed at Chu Tian once more.

But Chu Tian did not stop.

“Damn it!”

Li Quan squeezed the trigger, the pistol spitting fire again and again, desperate to empty the magazine in seconds.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Seven bullets streaked toward Chu Tian.

Yet Chu Tian did not dodge; he merely raised the knife before him.

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!

The crowd saw only flashes of the blade, and severed bullet tips appeared on the ground.

All seven bullets were blocked by the knife.

Click!

Even after the pistol was emptied, Chu Tian remained unscathed, drawing ever closer to Li Quan.

A wave of terror engulfed Li Quan’s heart. Chu Tian, advancing at a calm pace, seemed an invincible god of death risen from hell.

“Monster!”

Li Quan’s face was twisted with fear. He threw down the pistol and fled toward the exit of the food street.

At that moment, vengeance for his brother no longer mattered—he only wanted to escape Chu Tian, the killer, as far as possible.

Chu Tian, holding the knife upside down, hurled it at Li Quan.

Whoosh!

The blade sliced through the air, flying with deadly speed.

The next second, it pierced Li Quan’s back, the tip bursting through his chest.

Li Quan’s eyes widened in disbelief, dying instantly.

“Quan… Brother Quan is dead!”

At that moment, someone cried out, and the crowd finally came to their senses.

They threw down their weapons and scattered in all directions, fleeing faster than they had arrived.

“Seventh Sister, no one will dare disturb you now. Do you still want barbecue?”

Chu Tian clapped his hands and stepped into the restaurant.

“What barbecue? Let’s go.”

Zhao Ling’er tossed down a stack of hundred-yuan bills, compensation for the restaurant owner, and quickly pulled Chu Tian away from the food street.

Just as they exited, the sound of police sirens echoed from afar.

Hearing the familiar siren, Chu Tian recalled the image of Lu Xuelan.

But he had no desire to give another statement; he hurried away with his seventh senior sister.

A moment later, the two reached a quiet, secluded clearing.

Seeing that no one was following, Zhao Ling’er finally relaxed.

She took out her phone; her silenced phone was filled with missed calls, most from her agent.

“Oh no!”

Suddenly remembering something, Zhao Ling’er cried out in alarm.