Chapter 15: No One Can Bully My Woman!

In the blink of an eye, chaos erupted. The bodyguards surged forward as one, their fists raised, aiming to pummel Lin Qiu with all their might.

Song Ningsnow’s face turned deathly pale. She could never allow Lin Qiu to be harmed before her very eyes. Almost by instinct, she moved to shield him.

But then—bang!

Lin Qiu merely tapped his foot lightly, and in an instant, the entire second-floor floorboard trembled and then caved in with a thunderous crash, leaving a gaping pit.

Screams tore through the air as the charging bodyguards suddenly lost their footing, tumbling downstairs in a heap. Caught completely off guard, even the sturdiest among them landed with their chests nearly touching their spines, crying out in pain.

Everyone stood stunned, gaping at the scene before them.

What on earth just happened? Was the flooring of this lakeside restaurant really so shoddy?

Lin Qiu cast a calm glance at Zheng Qian ahead. In truth, he hadn’t laid a finger on the bodyguards at all. Many of these men were former soldiers, forced by circumstance to work as security or bodyguards after returning home. He bore them no ill will.

But Zheng Qian—he needed to be taught a lesson.

“Damn it! What kind of trash restaurant is this? What garbage quality flooring do you have?” Zheng Qian snarled, slapping the general manager hard across the face.

“S-sorry, sir! This restaurant was actually converted from an old ship... The floorboards are all wood...”

“Go to hell, you bastard!” Zheng Qian roared, kicking the manager aside.

Without warning, Zheng Qian drew a short dagger from his pocket.

“Kid, don’t think you’re lucky! I’ve trained, you know! In Jiang’an City, if I want to ruin a poor brat like you, I can do it and walk away scot-free!”

Brandishing his blade, Zheng Qian leaped flamboyantly, trying to vault over the pit, shouting, “Go to hell, you little—ow!”

But—he misjudged his jump and plunged straight down.

Smack.

Just as Zheng Qian thought he was about to fall, Lin Qiu snatched him by the tie—no, by the hair!

“Ahhh! Damn it, how dare you pull my hair?!” Zheng Qian screamed, his whole body dangling in midair by his hair, the pain excruciating.

Lin Qiu smiled faintly. “Shall I let go, then?”

Let go?

Zheng Qian glanced down instinctively—at least seven or eight meters below. He shrieked, “No! Don’t let go! Ow, ow! Let go—I mean, don’t! Don’t let go, please... Ow, ow...”

Lin Qiu hoisted him up, letting him sway in the air. “Zheng Qian, make up your mind—first you want me to let go, then you don’t. Are you trying to swing like a child on a playground?”

As his scalp was wrenched and his body swayed, only Zheng Qian could truly appreciate the agony. The crowd around felt a sympathetic pang just watching.

How much must that hurt?

Song Ningsnow, too, winced at the sight, but couldn’t help a faint smile. Was Lin Qiu doing this on purpose? If not, the scene was comically absurd.

Crackling sounds echoed in the silent room—the sound of Zheng Qian’s hair tearing, sending shivers down everyone’s spine.

“Ahhh! God, it hurts!” Zheng Qian howled, feeling his hair being ripped out, some strands still clinging to his scalp.

“Hurts, does it? Then I’ll let go,” Lin Qiu said, half smiling.

“No! Don’t! That’s almost ten meters! Do you want me dead?”

“But you’re howling in pain, and you don’t want to fall. Once this handful of hair gives way, I won’t be able to hold you. You might as well get it over with. Don’t worry, it’s only seven or eight meters. At worst, you’ll break an arm or a leg—maybe be crippled for life, but you won’t die,” Lin Qiu said lightly.

Zheng Qian shuddered in terror. His body was nothing like those of the bodyguards who had fallen—some of whom were bleeding from the nose. If he fell, he’d be half dead for sure.

“You—ah!” Zheng Qian started to protest—

Suddenly, with a rip, a whole chunk of hair tore free, and he plummeted down—

But just as he braced for a bone-shattering landing, he was jerked to a halt in midair.

“Ahhh!” Another scream of pain—his scalp was on fire!

Lin Qiu, with Buddha-like compassion, had seized another handful of his hair as soon as the previous one gave way.

The patch where hair had been yanked out was now a bloody, exposed mess.

The onlookers couldn’t help but gasp.

How much pain could one person endure?

“Bastard! You’re doing this on purpose!” Zheng Qian wailed.

Lin Qiu shook his head. “Tsk, tsk. You’re biting the hand that saves you. My arm’s sore from holding you up and this is the thanks I get?”

No sooner had he finished speaking than—rip—a second handful of hair came away.

“Ah—ow?” Zheng Qian was about to give a full-throated scream as he fell, but—

Pain shot through his scalp again; Lin Qiu had grabbed another tuft.

“Ahhh! You’re definitely doing this on purpose!” Zheng Qian was almost in tears, his face white with agony.

Lin Qiu sighed, “Don’t blame me for your poor hair quality.”

Even as he spoke—rip—another handful came loose, but in a flash, Lin Qiu grabbed a fresh handful.

“Ahhh—damn you—”

Rip.

“Ahhh!”

Rip.

“Ow, ow, ow!”

And so it went, handful after handful, until Zheng Qian’s head resembled a rotten pear, almost completely bald and slick with blood. At last, he broke down in tears.

“Please, brother... I beg you, just let me fall and end it...”

But Lin Qiu shook his head solemnly. “No. Courage and righteousness are my virtues. Rest assured, as long as you have a single hair left, I won’t let you fall.”

At these words, Zheng Qian burst into loud sobs.

Every bodyguard lay broken and battered below—he had no one left to command. The helplessness overwhelmed him.