Chapter 15: One Million! Kill Him for Me

With strength three times that of an ordinary man, Qin Chuan’s punch carried the force of nearly three hundred pounds!

Coupled with his elite combat skills, Qin Chuan moved like a war god, stepping into the fray as if no one else existed.

Barehanded, he faced his enemies, wielding military boxing, Jeet Kune Do, Muay Thai—whichever brutal move suited the moment: elbows, kicks. Anyone he touched quickly lost the will to fight, their cries echoing in defeat.

After only a dozen breaths, over twenty foes lay fallen.

At this moment, Qin Chuan's head and clothes were stained with fresh blood.

Whether it was his own or theirs, he could not tell.

“Come on! Come at me!”

Yet this motley crowd, witnessing Qin Chuan’s ferocity, dared not advance.

“Don’t be afraid! There’s only one of him, he’s already wounded over a dozen of us, he can’t hold out much longer!”

It was Li Hu!

Having hidden behind the others all along, Li Hu had seen Qin Chuan take down Cheng Feng with a scything kick—no ordinary feat.

So Li Hu, wary, called out loudly while staying on the outskirts, waiting for the right moment to strike hard.

But he hadn’t expected Qin Chuan to be this relentless.

Qin Chuan wiped the blood blurring his eyes, his steel teeth clenched tightly.

“Li Hu!”

Though others might be spared, neither Li Hu nor Dong Zhijun would escape.

Bending down, Qin Chuan grabbed a sharp knife and hurled it fiercely.

Ssshk!

Li Hu reacted just in time but only managed to dodge halfway; the blade pierced his shoulder, blood gushing forth.

Seeing this, the rest lost all courage and scattered like startled dogs.

Qin Chuan pressed his advantage, closing in on Li Hu with two strides.

“Don’t! Don’t kill me!”

Though enraged, Qin Chuan knew killing them outright was unwarranted.

Yet letting these bastards suffer was a burden he bore without remorse.

Crack!

A sickening sound of bone shattering accompanied Li Hu’s agonized roar as Qin Chuan crushed his left shin.

Ensuring Li Hu was no longer a threat, Qin Chuan turned his gaze.

Now, only Dong Zhijun remained in the center of the square.

He wasn’t unwilling to flee—it was simply that his legs no longer obeyed.

“Don’t… come closer…”

As Qin Chuan, like a killing god, approached, this man actually wet himself in terror.

Bang!

Qin Chuan paid no heed to Dong Zhijun’s howls, slapping him across the face and knocking out three teeth.

This scoundrel’s crimes deserved a thousand cuts.

“When Zhang Yanshu died, she was three months pregnant!”

A year ago, this monster Dong Zhijun, drunk and depraved, set his sights on a hotel waitress. That very night, he brought her to the Xinhai Coal Mine and, with over a dozen men, subjected her to unspeakable horrors.

When Zhang Yanshu’s husband came seeking justice, Dong Zhijun arrested him and, before his eyes, violated Zhang Yanshu again—leading to her death.

Their bodies lay buried in the abandoned mine tunnels.

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