Chapter 3: Brother, Is That You?

Chapter Three: Brother, Is That You?

In a flash, Qin Yu shot his hands out, seizing the two plastic batons, then swung his right leg in a sweeping arc before the two security guards. With a loud crash, both men were sent flying over a meter away, crashing heavily to the ground, their cries of pain echoing down the corridor as Qin Yu strode boldly into the nightclub.

“Miss, do you have a guest named Qin Mianmian here?” Qin Yu asked the receptionist with a friendly smile.

The receptionist, utterly dazzled by his handsome appearance, quickly replied with enthusiasm, “You’re looking for Mianmian? She was just dragged off to Private Room No. 8!”

Dragged off?

Qin Yu could easily imagine his sister struggling desperately. Without a moment’s hesitation, he rushed toward Room 8.

He pushed at the door, only to find it locked from within. It wouldn’t budge. Yet he could clearly hear angry curses and weak cries for help from inside.

“Brother, save me!”

It was his sister’s voice—he would know it anywhere.

“Damn it!”

In his urgency, Qin Yu kicked the door, shattering it with a single blow, and in a flash, he was at the bedside.

The greasy man on the bed, oblivious to the disaster about to befall him, was still hovering at the edge of disaster.

“You little whore, if you don’t obey me today, I’ll strip you naked and throw you out on the street!”

As he spoke, the greasy man reached to tear the woman’s clothes.

The girl made no move to struggle. She simply repeated in a hollow voice, “Brother, save me!”

Qin Yu’s heart twisted with pain. He seized the greasy man by the neck from behind, and with a casual exertion of strength, hurled him several meters against the wall.

The action was so swift that the man had no time to react. He slammed into the wall and fell unconscious.

At that moment, the three dyed-blond thugs who had been watching the show finally came to their senses.

The leader snarled, “Who the hell are you? How dare you lay hands on Young Master Li Xiong! You must be tired of living…”

But before he could finish, Qin Yu’s fist smashed into his face, sending his teeth flying and leaving his face grotesquely misshapen.

“Get him, brothers! Let’s kill this bastard!”

All three rushed at Qin Yu, fists swinging.

But Qin Yu dodged effortlessly, then casually landed three punches to their midsections. The thugs fell to the floor, clutching their stomachs and howling in pain.

“Get out!” Qin Yu bellowed.

The three, mere lackeys of Li Xiong, were terrified by this demon. Ignoring their pain, they scrambled away as fast as they could.

With the trash dealt with, Qin Yu finally turned his gaze to the girl lying on the bed.

It was indeed his beloved sister, Qin Mianmian! Five years had passed; she had grown into her looks, becoming even more beautiful, yet her childhood features were still faintly discernible.

But what wrenched his heart was her frail figure, empty eyes, her entire being reduced to a soulless shell.

Qin Yu gently helped her up, tidying her slightly disheveled clothes.

“Mianmian, your brother is here to save you!” His voice was exceptionally gentle, afraid that speaking too loudly might startle her.

“Brother… brother…” Mianmian repeated dully.

Qin Yu realized she was not in her right mind.

He quickly took out a pair of silver needles and pierced two points on each of her earlobes.

She shivered violently twice, and gradually, her eyes regained clarity.

“Mianmian, I’m back!” Qin Yu withdrew the needles and spoke gently.

“Brother, is it really you? Have you come to save me?” Her voice was weak, her wide eyes filled with disbelief, tears streaming down her cheeks.

Qin Yu’s heart ached. “It’s me, Mianmian, I’m sorry I came back late. You’ve suffered so much!”

Her slender body trembled, then she threw herself into Qin Yu’s arms, sobbing.

“Brother!”

Qin Yu stroked her hair tenderly, comforting her, “Don’t worry, Mianmian. I will avenge the Qin family. As for those beasts who hurt you, I’ll make them pay for what they’ve done.”

“I’ll make them regret ever being born.”

Mianmian looked up at Qin Yu. She could feel her brother’s resolve. In this moment, there was no doubt—only the deepest trust.

“Mianmian, I’m taking you away from this wretched place right now. But before we leave, there’s one more thing I need to do.” Qin Yu glanced at the pig in the corner, strode over, and stomped down hard on the man’s groin.

“You dare lay a hand on my sister, you mongrel? I’ll make sure you’ll never be a man again!”

A blood-curdling scream filled the private room—a sound that made any man’s blood run cold.

Wracked with agony, Li Xiong finally regained consciousness, clutching himself and howling in pain.

Despite his sobs, he still managed to snarl, “You little bastard! I’m the distant cousin of Li Wangba, the patriarch of the Li family in Haishi! After what you did to me today, my cousin will make you wish you were dead!”

Qin Yu’s eyes flickered with disdain. “The Li family? Li Wangba? Good, very good. How poetic that our paths should cross. Go back and tell Li Wangba that a son of the Qin family has returned for revenge!”

“A son of the Qin family?” Li Xiong’s heart skipped a beat.

He hadn’t participated directly in the massacre years ago, but he’d heard the rumors.

Unable to care about his pain, Li Xiong scrambled to his feet and staggered out of the room.

Qin Yu lifted his sister in his arms and left the nightclub.

Right now, Qin Mianmian was weak and frail. He had to find a hotel to settle her, treat her, and nurse her back to health before thinking of anything else.

As for vengeance, as his master Nangong Wan had said, that would require patience and strategy.

…

Meanwhile, at the Li family residence in Haishi.

Li Xiong, looking every bit the toady, knelt before the family head, Li Wangba, trembling as he recounted the day’s humiliation.

Li Wangba frowned. “He’s really Qin Mianmian’s brother? Qin Yu, the last of the Qin family?”

“Cousin, how could I lie to you? What happened today was a living nightmare. You have to avenge me!” Li Xiong sobbed pitifully.

But Li Wangba kicked him aside. “Get out of my sight, you useless wretch! A handful of you beaten to a pulp by one brat…”

“Cousin, Qin Yu’s got something strange about him… I think he’s learned some powerful martial arts…”

Li Wangba’s frown deepened.

Could it be Qin Yu had stumbled upon some fortuitous encounter?

No, this scourge must be eliminated at once!