C258 Revenge of the Young Master of Long Island
C258 Revenge of the Young Master of Long Island
Qin Yun continued saying, "It's time to fulfill my promise."
As he said that, a golden beam flashed in Qin Yun's hand. Qin Yun suddenly exerted force on the man's hand and with a crack could be heard! With a sound, Qin Yun crushed the man's hand bones.
Ah!" A heart-wrenching pain came from his hand, and the man let out a miserable shriek like a pig being butchered.
Qin Yun paid no heed to his screams. With two bangs, he smashed two of his shoulder blades. There was another crisp "kacha" sound as his shoulder blades were shattered by Qin Yun.
A pair of arms hung limply down, and he passed out, lying like a dead dog on the plane.
Following that, Qin Yun slowly walked towards the fat-headed, large-eared Commander of the Long Island.
"I, I'm the young master of Long Island consortium, I …" The Long Island Commander-in-Chief was so scared that his face lost all color.
Qin Yun slowly walked to the seat closest to the Long Island Marshal and sat down. He said with a cool smile, "Can you fly?"
The Long Island Marshal immediately shook his head, the fat on his face trembling.
"I don't believe you. You can fly. How about I throw you off the plane?" Qin Yun said indifferently.
"No, I was wrong, I have money, I can give you a lot of money." cried the Long Island Marshal in horror.
"I'm sorry, I don't lack money." Qin Yun grabbed his wrist and walked towards the cabin door. No matter how the Long Island Marshal struggled, he could not escape Qin Yun's control.
Walking to the entrance of the aircraft cabin, the Long Island Commander-in-Chief knelt in front of Qin Yun with a plop. With a trembling voice, he pleaded, "Grandpa Hua Xia, I was wrong. I will never do it again."
"Oh? What's wrong with it? " Qin Yun snorted coldly at him.
"I, I shouldn't have said that your Chinese is a Chinese pig." The Long Island Marshal quickly replied.
"Don't say that I didn't give you a chance, kneel down and apologize to every Chinese passenger on this plane! Otherwise, you know the consequences. "
"I apologize, I apologize." The Long Island Marshal told everyone, "Grandpa and grandmother of Huaxia, I was wrong."
"Bam!" With a kick, Qin Yun kicked him to the ground and stepped on his back. "Young Master, do you not understand what I'm saying? I want you to apologize to everyone and kneel down once each time!"
The young master's back was stepped on by Qin Yun and he found it hard to breathe. His face turned red from holding in his breath as he said, "I'll kneel, I'll kneel."
Qin Yun removed his foot and the Long Island Commander-in-Chief knelt down in front of every Chinese passenger to apologize.
About ten minutes later, the Long Island Marshal returned to Qin Yun. "I've finished apologizing."
Qin Yun looked at his cowardly appearance and waved his hand. "Scram."
"I'll get lost, I'll get lost." As if receiving an imperial edict, the Long Island Commander-in-Chief hurried to the economy class to make up for his loss of a ticket.
A few hours later, the plane reached the eastern metropolis after a series of twists and turns.
It was already six or seven in the evening when he arrived at the eastern city. It was already dark.
The moment they got off the plane, Fang Yuan walked in front of Qin Yun. She said with a smile to Qin Yun, "Are you on a business trip to the eastern capital as well?"
"I have some private matters to attend to." Qin Yun shook his head and said.
Fang Yuan took out a name card from her bag and handed it to Qin Yun. "This is my name card. I've been in the eastern capital for the past few days. If you need anything, just call me."
Qin Yun took the name card and looked at it. A smile suffused across his lips because the name written on the name card read: Yun Corporation's Finance Department: Fang Yuan.
"Financial director? "He's quite amazing, he's already the Treasurer at such a young age." Qin Yun said with a smile.
Fang Yuan smiled politely at Qin Yun. "The company's car is here to pick me up. Goodbye." Then, Fang Yuan got on a Toyota van and left.
Qin Yun memorized the cellphone number and took a taxi to the headquarters of the Black Dragon Guild.
Just as the taxi reached a quiet section of the road, seven or eight Toyota overbearers came from the front and back, forcing Qin Yun's taxi to a halt. Following that, more than twenty armed men alighted from the taxi.
Qin Yun took a look and saw that these hulks were Connate realm experts. Furthermore, there were a few in the middle level of the Natal Cultivation Stage.
The one leading them was the young master of the Long Island Financial Group, the one who knelt and apologized to every Chinese on the plane, the Long Island Marshal.
To have so many Upper Sky warriors at the same time, it seemed that the Long Island Consortium was also a well-known family in the eastern city.
Seeing this, the taxi driver was so scared that his soul almost left his body. He shouted loudly as he opened the door, and immediately ran out of the car.
"He was the one who humiliated me on the plane, damn it. I'll kill him today." The Long Island Marshal said to the hulks beside him as he looked at Qin Yun in the taxi.
"Swish, swish, swish." Warriors took out their weapons one by one. Some held katana s, some held bayonet s, and some even held daggers as they rushed towards the taxi.
Qin Yun's eyes flashed with killing intent as he kicked the door. With a loud sound, the door of the taxi suddenly opened. Under the huge force of the car, the two Xiantian martial artists were sent flying.
"BOOM!" With a sound, a person jumped onto the top of a taxi. The katana in that person's hand pierced through the roof and went straight for Qin Yun.
"Pfft!" With a sound, the sound of a sharp blade entering the body rang out, and from the top of the car, a glowing, golden long sword appeared.
Qin Yun kept the Dragoncry Sword as the person sprawled on the roof of the car.
When the cultivators saw their own people being killed, a cold beam flashed from the weapons in their hands as they stabbed at Qin Yun who was in the carriage.
"Whoosh!" With a sound, Qin Yun's figure flashed out of the taxi. He stared coldly at the crowd with his scarlet-gold eyes and said, "Die!"
Qin Yun placed the tip of the sword horizontally and with a sudden sweep, a sharp sword beam slashed out from the Dragoncry Sword. The sword beam was filled with the intent to kill as it swept towards the crowd.
When the cultivators saw this, they held their katana across their chests and prepared to block Qin Yun's sword beams.
However, they were overestimating their own strength. Qin Yun's Cultivation was currently at the middle level of the Connate realm and they were mostly Connate realm experts. Their defenses were equivalent to a mantis trying to block a chariot.
Bang Bang Bang …" "AHH …." Crisp sounds and tragic cries rang out incessantly as Qin Yun's sword beam cut through the katana in the martial practitioners' hands and continued cutting through their waists.
After Qin Yun struck, the scene in front of him seemed to have become a field for cultivators. Broken sabers, organs, blood, and corpses littered the ground. The only ones left were the Long Island Marshal and a few cultivation realm cultivators.
Although the few cultivation realm cultivators' katana were not broken, a huge gap had appeared in the katana they held in their hands. They, along with their blades, were slashed by Qin Yun as they retreated.
Right now, they felt their arms go numb as they struggled to keep the katana in their hands from falling to the ground. They looked at the corpses of the Divine Fighters on the ground.
All of them screamed as they turned around to flee.
"Whoosh!" With a sound, Qin Yun stood in front of them and coldly said, "Do you think I have a good temper? I can come and go as I please!"