Heavenly Dragon Doctor Son-in-Law

Chapter 277 277: The Shocked Girl!

The girl said with an indifferent expression, "Pass me the crutch. Thanks." She continued, "What, still trying to act tough? Be careful, or you'll get your other leg broken, too."

Impatiently, the girl pinched her nose with a tissue and handed the crutch to Qin Long with obvious disgust.

Qin Long steadied himself against the car and slowly took the crutch. He felt a surge of joy; if it weren't for that medicinal pill, there was no way he'd be able to even walk right now.

"Gentlemen, what's all this about?" The middle-aged man grabbed a carton of premium cigarettes from the trunk and walked toward them with a broad smile.

A menacing crowd of about fifty bare-chested thugs stood before them, with three more carloads of men behind them, totaling more than seventy people.

The middle-aged man couldn't help but gasp. In twenty years, he had never seen a scene this intimidating.

WHOOSH!

The bald thug snatched the carton of cigarettes and kicked at the middle-aged man. The man stumbled back two meters in an instant.

"We're not here for you! Get that cripple and that little chick out of the car!" The bald thug intentionally flexed the white tiger tattoo on his chest, looking extremely aggressive.

"Please, my friend, he's just a cripple. Can't you let him go?" the middle-aged man pleaded. "He just got paid today—twelve thousand in total. Just take it and let us go, how about it?" As he spoke, the man pulled a cash-filled envelope from his pocket.

"Screw you!" the bald thug roared, snatching the envelope. "Didn't you hear me? Bring the cripple and the girl over here now!" He raised the envelope, preparing to slap the man across the face with it.

The middle-aged man flinched, terrified. Just then, a hand swiftly pulled him aside, yanking him clear of the attack.

"Uncle, get back in the car. I'll handle this." Leaning on his crutch, Qin Long had slowly positioned himself in front of the thug. He snatched the envelope back, handed it to the older man, and let his cold gaze sweep over the crowd. "If you have something to say, spit it out. I don't have all day."

Qin Long's arrogant attitude infuriated the men facing him.

"Hey, cripple," the bald man sneered, a mocking grin on his face. "I'm a little short on cash. How about you help a brother out?"

Qin Long smiled faintly, a playful smirk touching his lips. Seventy or eighty men, just to rob me of a little cash? Impossible. Someone must have sent them. In that instant, he understood.

"That mutt Wang hired you, didn't he?" Qin Long asked, his eyes narrowing as he smiled coldly at the thug.

The man froze for a second before his expression returned to normal.

So, I was right. That bastard Wang Ming wants to get rid of me, and he wants to do it quietly.

"Cut the crap, kid. Just give us your bank card and PIN. If you make me happy, I might even let you live," the bald man snarled, his face contorting with rage.

"Fine. The card's in my pocket. Come and get it." Qin Long spread his arms, inviting him to take it.

"You arrogant punk. You really need to be taught a lesson." The demand for money was just a pretense. Their real goal was to beat Qin Long.

"Isn't it nice to be alive?" Qin Long sighed, shaking his head as his gaze swept over the crowd.

"Tiger Lord, just let me cripple him! Then we can go have some fun," a muscular thug next to the leader growled, glaring at Qin Long.

"He's got a death wish! Get him!"

At his command, a dozen men rubbed their palms together and charged at Qin Long with ferocious expressions. Wang Ming had warned them that Qin Long knew some martial arts, so they weren't underestimating him.

From the back seat, the girl watched the scene unfold and complained under her breath, "Is this cripple all talk? If you don't have the skills, don't rush in just to show off."

"Break his other leg!" the bald leader with the white tiger tattoo shouted. "Let's see how arrogant he is then!" He waved his hand again, and another dozen thugs charged at Qin Long.

CRACK!

Qin Long slammed his crutch into the pavement, planting it firmly. He leaned his back against it for support.

SWISH! SWISH! SWISH!

In a flash, Qin Long's hands became a phantom blur. The sharp whistle of them cutting through the air was followed by the sight of five men being sent flying.

"What the hell!" Both the middle-aged man and the girl in the back seat stared, their eyes wide with shock.

"ARGH!" As the five men slammed into a nearby wall, the remaining thugs' eyes filled with dread.

"So, the kid actually knows how to fight?" the bald leader growled. "I'd like to see just how tough you are! Dammit, get him! All of you!"

He gestured for the rest of his men to charge. Understanding their leader's signal, they rushed Qin Long again. The middle-aged man wanted to help, but he was frozen in place. They were hopelessly outnumbered. Even with a dozen more people on their side, they would be powerless against such a mob of vicious thugs. His only thought was to try and secretly call for help.

By now, Qin Long was completely surrounded by over thirty men. Lured by the huge reward Wang Ming had offered, they had taken this job to deal with him and had to succeed no matter what. Even though Qin Long was a cripple, they showed no mercy, attacking him with vicious intent.

WHOOSH!

Suddenly, Qin Long hooked his good left leg around his crutch and used it as a pivot, spinning his entire body.

SWISH! SWISH! SWISH!

He spun like a top, his fists lashing out in all directions. The thugs were completely caught off guard. Before they could even process what was happening, a flurry of powerful punches rained down on them.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

A dozen men were sent flying, their bodies hitting the ground hard. The others stumbled back in fear, breaking out in a cold sweat as their formation completely dissolved.

"His right leg is his weakness! Attack his leg!" the bald leader roared, pointing at Qin Long.

Hearing the order, the dozen or so remaining thugs immediately went for his right leg. But Qin Long had already anticipated their move; he wouldn't give them the chance.

The next second, Qin Long slapped his right hand on the ground to launch himself back upright, using the crutch to steady himself before unleashing a sweeping arc of punches.

"ARGHHH!"

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Qin Long's fists were like twin hammers whistling through the air. He smashed them into three thugs attempting a sneak attack. One man's right hand fractured on impact, while the other two were thrown back with internal injuries, vomiting mouthfuls of blood. They stared at Qin Long in pure terror, a cold chill running down their spines.

The remaining few were knocked back by the force of his punches, their legs trembling too much to stand firm.

Having taken down more than twenty men, Qin Long stood completely composed. He wasn't flushed or even breathing hard. Not a single one of them had managed to even touch his leg.

The bald leader was dumbfounded. The middle-aged man was speechless. In the back seat, the girl's beautiful eyes went wide as she covered her mouth with her hand.

She murmured to herself, feeling like she was in a dream, "This cripple… is actually such a powerful expert?"