"Presumptuous!"
"You refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit, is that it?"
Jiang Chuan had fought his way through the martial world for so many years, yet this was the first time he'd encountered a hothead like Song Qiao, who would tear up an agreement right in front of everyone.
Looking at the scattered pieces of paper all over the floor, he could no longer suppress the rage boiling within him.
With a roar, he leaped up from his seat.
"What? Boss Jiang, are you looking to spar with me?"
Song Qiao was not to be outdone, standing up immediately. He was a head taller than Jiang Chuan, instantly overpowering him in presence.
Furthermore, after his killing spree on the beach tonight, a significant aura of bloodlust still clung to him.
For a moment, Jiang Chuan was rendered speechless by fear.
However, after a brief pause of a few seconds, Jiang Chuan sneered:
"Kid, I heard from my son that you're a capable fighter, that even twenty or thirty ordinary men can't match you."
"But do you truly believe you're invincible?"
"I regret to inform you, this era has long since changed."
As soon as he finished speaking, he gently clapped his hands. The bodyguard behind him suddenly produced a handgun from his pocket.
It was aimed directly at Song Qiao.
In an instant, everyone in the room stood up simultaneously.
Liu Dong broke out in a cold sweat.
He hadn't expected this old man to have such a thing.
This was disastrous. In his carelessness, he hadn't searched them when they entered.
Teng Haibo instinctively flinched and took a few steps back, widening the distance between himself and Song Qiao.
While he wanted to contend with Jiang Chuan for the position of helmsman, he certainly didn't want to walk to his death.
Now that the other party had a gun, he and Song Qiao were surely doomed.
"Hmph, it's all Song Qiao's fault. This isn't a negotiation!"
"This is clearly a suicide mission. It's my own foolishness for getting involved with Song Qiao."
"Come on!"
"Let's see if you dare to make a move now. No matter how capable you are, can you be faster than my bullet?"
With the support of the gunman behind him, Jiang Chuan's waning confidence surged.
"Come on, if you have the guts, come up and fight me?"
"As long as you dare to attack, there are seven bullets in that handgun. You and Teng Haibo will both meet King Yama."
Upon hearing this, Teng Haibo's face grew even paler.
Having never faced the prospect of death before, he could barely lift his head.
"Song Qiao, quickly bow your head. That's a real weapon he's holding."
Sister Wan tugged anxiously at his sleeve, her voice pleading.
Song Qiao couldn't help but feel surprised. He hadn't expected this woman to care about him so much.
Ignoring Liu Dong's obstruction, she had insisted on rushing over to warn him.
"Yes, Boss Jiang, we are all civilized people now. Why must we resort to swords and guns? In the end, it will only damage relations, and that's not the outcome any of us desire."
Liu Dong also tried to play peacemaker, hoping to get Jiang Chuan's subordinate to lower the gun.
"Hmph, Liu Dong, don't try to play favorites."
"If you're not convinced, then the two of you can come at me together."
"Today, I must make you understand what it means to be fast and accurate within seven steps."
Jiang Chuan had completely dropped all pretense, speaking without any restraint.
Even Liu Dong, who had been brought in as a mediator, was greatly angered by his behavior.
If he hadn't been afraid of affecting his bar's business, he would have loved to rush forward and slap Jiang Chuan twice.
"Mr. Song, please calm down, you must stay calm."
Of all the people present, Teng Haibo was the most nervous.
Although he had witnessed many dramatic events, having a gun pointed at him made him incredibly flustered.
"What?"
"Scared?"
Seeing that Song Qiao hesitated to make any move, a triumphant smile spread across Jiang Chuan's face.
"I thought you were fearless, but I didn't expect you to be afraid of death."
He taunted Song Qiao in a low voice.
"If you're a coward, then kneel down, kowtow, and admit that I, Grandpa Jiang, was wrong. Then, from this moment on, you will get out of Yang City."
"I can still let bygones be bygones and let you leave."
"As for Teng Haibo, as the helmsman of the Tongmen branch, for colluding with outsiders to engage in internal strife, there will be disciplinary action according to the sect rules."
"Heh heh."
"Boss Jiang is truly benevolent. I'm practically defecating on your head, and you're still willing to let bygones be bygones."
Song Qiao let out a scornful laugh.
He casually beckoned to the bodyguard behind Jiang Chuan with his fingers.
"Come on, shoot me."
"I'm betting right now that you can't hit me."
"If you can't kill me with one shot, I guarantee I'll kill you with my own hands."
Although Song Qiao was speaking to the bodyguard, every word was a direct threat to Jiang Chuan.
"Kid, do you really think you're some martial arts master? At this close range, can you possibly dodge a bullet?"
The bodyguard chuckled contemptuously and roughly pushed the magazine into place, intending to intimidate Song Qiao.
However, Song Qiao didn't even flinch.
He merely glanced at Jiang Chuan with a calm expression.
"Boss Jiang, if your subordinate doesn't dare to shoot, tell him to put it away. Don't make a fool of yourself out here, alright?"
"You bastard, you're looking for death."
"Shoot him, kill him."
"Whatever happens, I, Jiang Chuan, will take responsibility."
"Let me see if you really have an indestructible body."
With such a clear advantage, Song Qiao still dared to provoke him.
It was clearly a gamble that he wouldn't dare to fire.
Such a contemptuous act was something the proud Jiang Chuan could not tolerate.
Even though he knew that possessing a firearm and committing murder in China was a grave offense, he felt he had no choice now.
If Song Qiao was deliberately courting death like this, and he didn't dare to give the order to fire today, he would likely become a laughingstock in the martial world as soon as he stepped outside.
"No!"
"Song Qiao, hurry and dodge!"
Sister Wan cried out in terror, closing her eyes in despair.
She could already envision the scene of Song Qiao falling dead.
"Why is this guy so stubborn? Can't he just listen to a word of advice?"
"Now look, he's thrown his life away at such a young age."
Teng Haibo sighed inwardly, cursing Song Qiao as a reckless fool. He felt he was truly going to be dragged down by him.
Even if Jiang Chuan didn't kill him today, with the strict rules of Tongmen, he would never have a chance to establish himself in the martial world again.
However, a gunshot rang out, and a scream of pain echoed from the bodyguard.
When they opened their eyes, Song Qiao was still standing there unharmed.
He was even calmly opening a bottle of champagne.
The bodyguard, who had been so arrogant moments ago, was now clutching his wrist in pain, writhing on the ground.
The instant Jiang Chuan gave the order, the car key in Song Qiao's hand shot out.
A flow of energy had already formed within his body.
With the augmentation of this energy, the speed of the key was astonishingly fast.
It embedded itself directly into the bodyguard's wrist.
In agony, the bodyguard fired the bullet into the ceiling.
"My apologies."
"It seems I won this bet."
Song Qiao, completely unharmed, maintained his calm demeanor, his voice devoid of any emotion.