The Prodigal Son

After breakfast, Qin Yu hurriedly led Qi Dachui and the three women to the City God Temple.

Thanks to Cui Zhi's noisy shout that woke them up, the group managed to get up very early.

At this time, the area around the City God Temple was not yet crowded. Most of the passersby were carrying incense, candles, and paper money, and were heading towards the City God Temple with devout expressions.

The air was filled with a faint smell of incense ash, which added a touch of solemnity to the morning of the first day of the Lunar New Year.

Although Qin Yu did not believe in any gods, Buddhas, ghosts, or monsters, he still bought some incense, candles, and paper money in accordance with the principle of "when in Rome, do as the Romans do."

As the group walked excitedly toward the entrance of the City God Temple, a sudden commotion arose in their ears.

The sound was a mixture of agonizing screams, crude curses, and the panicked cries of the onlookers.

"Is it possible that someone will start a fight over offering incense?"

Qin Yu muttered to himself as he led the group into the crowd.

"You sons of bitches!"

Do you know who I am?

"I am... ah..."

Just as he squeezed to the front of the crowd, a familiar yet shrill roar pierced Qin Yu's ears.

That arrogant yet indignant tone could only belong to that grandson of Lü Si.

Qin Yu was slightly surprised and quickly pushed through the crowd to the front.

Qin Yu was stunned by the sight before him.

Lu Si was pinned to the ground by three burly men, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, his brocade robe torn to shreds, his face bruised and battered, looking utterly wretched.

His entourage was in even worse shape, lying sprawled on the ground, some with broken arms, others with blood trickling from their mouths, struggling to even move.

In the middle of the group of followers, a middle-aged man with a fierce face was pressing his foot firmly on the chest of one of the followers.

The kick was extremely powerful; the attendant's chest caved in slightly, and his face turned ashen.

"Beat them to death! After you're done, drag them out and throw them away. Don't dirty the City God Temple grounds!"

The middle-aged man's eyes were sinister, and he suddenly increased the pressure on his feet. The follower let out a muffled groan as if he were dying, and almost lost his breath.

In contrast, inside the City God Temple, amidst the swirling incense smoke, a young man dressed in brocade robes was kneeling upright on a prayer mat, holding incense sticks in both hands, and devoutly worshipping.

Even though things were in complete chaos outside, he didn't even glance at them.

Looking at the chaos before him, Qin Yu couldn't help but feel somewhat bewildered.

Right here in the heart of the capital, besides Qin Yu, who else would dare to beat up Lü Si so brazenly?

"Qin Yu! Stop standing there watching the show! Help me..."

Lu Si caught a glimpse of Qin Yu out of the corner of his eye and roared as if he had grasped a lifeline, blood even trickling from the corner of his mouth.

This wail finally pulled Qin Yu back from his confusion.

"Quickly, separate them!"

While Qin Yuchao was still in a daze, Qi Dachui shouted and was about to step forward to rescue Lü Si when the middle-aged man who had been stomping on people suddenly stepped in front of him.

"Get lost! If you dare meddle again, I'll teach you a lesson too!"

The man's eyes widened, and his face was full of hostility as he warned Qin Yu.

Qin Yu paused, staring at the middle-aged man with a half-smile: "Are you talking to me?"

"So noisy!"

The middle-aged man grew impatient and, before Qin Yu could say another word, slapped Qin Yu's face hard with his large, fan-like hand, which carried a strong gust of wind.

The force was so strong that even the surrounding air was made to whistle and roar.

Bang!

A dull thud suddenly rang out. The middle-aged man's palm did not touch Qin Yu's finger. Instead, he was hit as if by a heavy hammer. His body flew straight back and crashed heavily into the vermilion gate of the City God Temple with a thud. Blood gushed from the corner of his mouth. He struggled for a few moments but could not get up.

This sudden reversal completely stunned the burly men who were still beating Lü Si. They stopped abruptly and stared at Qin Yu in astonishment.

Before they could react, Qi Dachui's iron-like arm had already swept over.

"what!"

"Snap!"

Screams of agony were accompanied by the cracking sound of bones breaking.

Those burly men didn't even have a chance to resist before Qi Dachui swept them away, slamming them heavily to the ground where they lay groaning in pain.

After dealing with the group, Qi Dachui quickly stepped forward and helped the injured Lü Si to his feet.

"Pah! Pah!"

Lu Si spat out two mouthfuls of bloody saliva, flung Qi Dachui's hand away, and with bloodshot eyes, staggered to the side, picked up the knife that had fallen to the ground, and charged towards the men lying on the ground with murderous intent, roaring, "I'll kill you all!"

Upon seeing this, Qi Dachui was so frightened that he quickly stepped forward and grabbed Lü Si's waist tightly with both arms, refusing to let go no matter how much Lü Si struggled.

"Let me go! Let me go, you bastard!"

Enraged, Lü Si's eyes were bloodshot as he twisted and roared furiously, "I'll chop these bastards into mincemeat!"

He was beaten terribly.

From childhood to adulthood, when had Lü Si ever suffered such injustice?

I'm going to kill those bastards today!

Qin Yu strode over, snatched the knife from Lü Si's hand, and asked curiously, "What happened? Why did you get into this mess?"

"How dare you ask?"

Lu Si was trembling with rage, his chest heaving violently. The wounds on his face were being torn open and were stinging painfully, but he didn't care about that. He stared at Qin Yu with a look of grievance, "You just stood there and watched me get beaten up?"

"Do you know how many punches and kicks I took in those few minutes while you were watching the show?"

"If I hadn't seen you and asked you for help, would you have just stood there watching the spectacle and stood by and watched me get beaten to death?"

Lu Si became increasingly angry as he spoke, wishing he could fight Qin Yu on the spot.

That bastard Qin Yu is so unscrupulous!

They clearly saw him being beaten, yet they were just watching the spectacle.

"You can't blame me for this."

Qin Yu shrugged, looking completely innocent: "I was genuinely shocked! I was wondering, in this capital city, besides me, who else would dare to beat you up like that?"

"you……"

Lu Si was so angry at Qin Yu's words that he trembled all over. He pointed at Qin Yu and couldn't utter a complete sentence for a long time. The grievance in his eyes was almost overflowing.

"Calm down, calm down, I'm just trying to help you, aren't I?" Qin Yu comforted Lü Si, who was as aggrieved as a baby, and then pressed, "Who exactly are these people? How dare they treat you so badly?"

He was genuinely curious!

"How would I know?"

Mentioning this incident only fueled Lü Si's rage. He gritted his teeth, glaring at the men groaning on the ground, his eyes filled with murderous intent. He roared in a hoarse voice, "I gave up sleeping in early this morning to come and offer incense, to pray for my mother. But as soon as I got to the temple gate, these bastards blocked my way, refusing to let anyone in..."

When had Lü Si ever been treated like this? He immediately got into a conflict with the other party.

But he had only come to offer incense, and had only brought a few guards with average martial arts skills.

Who knew that the middle-aged man was a tough nut to crack, and the men he brought were no match for him.

After his men were knocked down, this group swarmed around him and beat him up...

"Then why don't you reveal your identity?"

Xu Wan asked in surprise.

"I……"

Lu Si's face stiffened, and he growled through gritted teeth, "I didn't even have time to identify myself before these bastards rushed over! Big Hammer, let me go! I'm going to chop them all up today!"

Just as Lü Si was struggling again, the young master in the City God Temple finally walked out slowly.

Seeing his guards lying on the ground, the young master's face immediately darkened, and his cold gaze suddenly fell on Qin Yu and the others.

"How dare you lay a hand on my people?"