Chapter 39 - Golden Scales

Zhang Hu retreated in fright, almost falling flat on his b.u.t.t. He didn't know why, but at this moment, whether it was the number of people or the terrain, he had the absolute advantage. But when he saw Qin Hao's strange smile which revealed his big white teeth, Zhang Hu felt a chill down his spine, as if he had been targeted by a prehistoric beast.

w.a.n.g Meng laughed out loud. In his opinion, Qin Hao was just fooling his mouth around, acting cool even when he was about to die.

Qin Hao frowned, he suddenly stood up from his chair: "A terrorist attack in Mingzhu Store? You were not sent by Lin Xinyi to interrogate me? "

"If that's not the case, then I don't need to be polite!" Originally, Qin Hao was worried that Lin Xinyi had a good relations.h.i.+p with him, so he did not do anything. However, now that he found out that the one who was colluding with the Flying Tiger Gang was w.a.n.g Meng, he did not need to hold back anymore.

In fact, compared to all of these, Qin Hao was more concerned about the case of the kidnapping to the Mingzhu Store s that w.a.n.g Meng mentioned. If he remembered correctly, Mu Qianxue and Song Yao's previous destination was also the Mingzhu Store.

Qin Hao started to worry, if something were to happen to Mu Qianxue, that would be hard to deal with. Not to mention that his fate could not be changed, just taking him down the mountain this time, he was here to save someone. If something were to happen to Mu Qianxue after he failed to save someone, then how would Qin Hao survive in the future?

Thinking to this point, Qin Hao's entire temperament had undergone a huge change. He was no longer laughing and fooling around like before, but instead had a calm expression and cold eyes as he watched the crowd.

His tone was flat, without any of the fierceness that a threat should have.

But Zhang Hu felt his body suddenly tremble, the temperature of the entire interrogation room seemed to drop by a few degrees, being stared at by Qin Hao's cold and emotionless eyes, he felt as though all the blood in his body had frozen, as though moving was an extravagant hope.

"Kid, are you courting death?"

Seeing that Qin Hao actually dared to threaten the police, w.a.n.g Meng felt that he had grasped onto Qin Hao's weakness, and extended his hand out to grab Qin Hao, at the same time clenching his fists tightly, he smashed towards Qin Hao's head.

"How reckless!"

Qin Hao bellowed, his hands trembled unknowingly, and the handcuffs on them broke apart. Immediately after, another ruthless kick landed on him. The kick was extremely fast, bringing up a gust of wind, causing w.a.n.g Meng to fly out almost before he could even clearly see the trajectory of Qin Hao's kick, almost vomiting all the food he ate during the afternoon.

Seeing that Qin Hao and w.a.n.g Meng had started to fight, a few of Zhang Hu's bodyguards also started to move. They were all retired special forces that their old man Zhang Hu had spent a huge sum of money to hire, their fighting skills and abilities were overpowered by w.a.n.g Meng's by many times.

It was a pity that they had met Qin Hao, and furthermore, it was the infuriated Qin Hao. In less than three seconds, one attack after another, a few bodyguards had fallen to the ground, with each of them have either lost an arm or a leg.

Instead, he casually took a step forward, and this step instantly closed the distance between him and w.a.n.g Meng. In the next second, Qin Hao appeared in front of w.a.n.g Meng, his right hand tightly grabbing onto w.a.n.g Meng's handgun.

"You know, I hate being pointed at with a gun." Just as Qin Hao's voice fell, w.a.n.g Meng let out a miserable cry, the hand holding the gun drooped, his palm was practically deformed.

Immediately after, Qin Hao fiercely smashed his palm on w.a.n.g Meng's neck, causing him to faint on the ground.

Zhang Hu was so frightened that his legs went limp, he immediately fell on the ground and rolled around, wanting to escape. However, the door to the interrogation room had already been locked when they first came in, so as to be able to teach Qin Hao a lesson.

"Yes, yes, yes, I am a s.l.u.t. I deserve to die. I shouldn't have provoked my big brother. Big brother, please forgive me this once. I won't dare to do that ever again …" Zhang Hu was so scared that he trembled and almost kowtowed to beg for mercy.

"Do you have any cigarettes?" Qin Hao asked softly as he kicked Zhang Hu who was lying on the ground with tears and snot all over his face.

"Yes, yes." Zhang Hu nodded his head and quickly took out a pack of cigarettes and offered it to him. He even lit one for Qin Hao.

He had originally used chocolate as a subst.i.tute, but now it seemed that he was destined to remain in the martial arts world.

Zhang Hu bowed and bent his knees as he stood at the side. Looking at the slowly smoking Qin Hao, his heart was in turmoil, and he didn't know exactly what kind of outcome he would face. If he had known that the blind man had such a powerful backer, he would not have foolishly attacked them. Wasn't this courting death?

Bang!

Just as Qin Hao finished speaking, without even seeing him move, two b.l.o.o.d.y holes appeared on Zhang Hu's knees, as if a bullet had penetrated them, blood flowed out profusely.

"Ahh …"

After doing all that, Qin Hao slowly picked up the pack of cigarettes and took out a fire engine from Zhang Hu's body. He glanced at the bodyguards and said, "Bring your master to the hospital, what should be said, what should not be said, you all should understand, I do not wish to be disturbed after this, do what you all think is best."

With that, he left in big strides.