Chapter 46: The Deadly Challenge Letter

The high-speed rail was a genuine enthusiast of the campus forum.

At this moment, the phone he handed over displayed the interface of the campus forum. Zhou Xiaoyu took it and glanced at the screen, immediately spotting a pinned post—“Notice of Disciplinary Action Concerning the Fight Involving Qin Xuan, Chen Yuchen, and Others.”

All the related videos that had previously flooded the page had been deleted, not a single one remained.

Zhou Xiaoyu clicked in to take a closer look. As expected, the punishment for Qin Xuan was compensation and expulsion from school. Scrolling further down, his anger flared, for the punishment for that group of basketball players was merely a public criticism!

The notice explained the disparity between the two parties quite clearly: Qin Xuan had struck out and caused serious injuries, with one person suffering a broken leg and another spitting blood, whereas the basketball players had not gone so far.

There were not many voices in opposition on the forum.

Everyone knew Qin Xuan had a heavy hand. In fact, a few female students even jumped forward to condemn Qin Xuan: “That guy’s nothing but a hooligan, a thug! Compared to the handsome guys from the Land of the Rising Sun, he has no class whatsoever!”

Clearly, this girl was one of those who idolized Japan.

Thus, the replies below multiplied—some agreed, but even more disagreed. However, the discussion shifted to focus on the phenomenon of young people today idolizing Japan and Korea, veering away from Qin Xuan entirely.

Yet almost no one realized that if it had been any of them in Qin Xuan’s place, they would have already been severely injured by those so-called experts.

That Osaka-kun and Honda-kun—those so-called masters—were not famed for nothing; they had simply encountered Qin Xuan. Judging from their moves, Qin Xuan was certain they had held nothing back.

Given that, did Qin Xuan need to show them any mercy?

Not to mention Kato Shinji, who came afterward.

“Xiaoyu, there’s something I’d like to ask you to do,” Qin Xuan said solemnly.

“Boss, just say the word!” Zhou Xiaoyu immediately agreed.

“Take a picture of this for me.”

Qin Xuan extended his left hand, causing everyone’s eyes to widen in shock. Two bands of gauze were wrapped around his palm, clearly the sign of an injury.

“Boss, what happened here?” Zhou Xiaoyu’s face darkened.

“Was it the Japanese rats? I swear I’ll cut them down!” Xiao Gang flexed his muscles and took a stride forward.

“Xiao Gang, get back here!” Zhou Xiaoyu hurriedly grabbed him. “Don’t act rashly—do you want to get expelled too? Let’s hear the boss’s plan first!”

Xiao Gang halted, looking ashamed at these words. “Sorry, I lost my head.”

“It’s all right.” Qin Xuan then produced another document. “Xiaoyu, and this—this is a certificate from the school infirmary.”

Zhou Xiaoyu took it and read: it detailed the treatment Qin Xuan had received—incised by a sharp object, half a centimeter deep!

He drew a sharp breath.

“That was from Kato Shinji,” Qin Xuan said with a slight smile. “Keep these safe, and be ready to post them on the forum at an opportune moment.”

“Yes, boss,” Zhou Xiaoyu carefully put the certificate away.

“And now, girl,” Qin Xuan turned to Liu Qianqian.

“Little Qin Xuan, whatever you need, just leave it to me. I won’t let you die with regrets,” Liu Qianqian said tearfully.

“…” Qin Xuan broke out in a cold sweat.

“I’m not dead yet—what do you mean, ‘die with regrets’?”

“Huh? Weren’t you slashed by that ninja?” Liu Qianqian asked in surprise. She had watched the video earlier, and with her sharp eyes, she could tell from Kato Shinji’s moves that he was a ninja.

“Qianqian, a cut is a cut, but that doesn’t mean he’s going to die,” Zhou Xiaoyu explained.

“You don’t understand,” Liu Qianqian glared at him, “Those Japanese ninjas are the most insidious—they always smear poison on their blades or something…”

As she spoke, tears streamed down again.

Everyone was startled. How vicious!

Zhou Xiaoyu anxiously asked, “Boss, you’re all right, aren’t you? You’re not actually—”

“Don’t talk nonsense!” Qin Xuan scolded, half amused and half exasperated. “Girl, do you think that kid would dare use poison in our country’s school? If he were caught, he wouldn’t live another day! I doubt he’s that stupid.”

As a foreign student, Kato Shinji could hardly be carrying a poisoned blade, nor would he dare to use poison so carelessly.

“Really?” Liu Qianqian wiped her tears.

“Of course. Look at me—I’m still alive and well, aren’t I?”

Qin Xuan shook his head helplessly.

“All right then. But you must be careful. Just because it didn’t happen this time, doesn’t mean it won’t in the future. What if…”

“That’s true. Japanese ninjas are sly and treacherous. I never imagined they’d show up in this school—one can’t be too careful,” Qin Xuan agreed.

Though he wasn’t so easy to poison, a little caution never hurt. Otherwise, he’d have to go back to his master for detoxification—that would be truly embarrassing.

Liu Qianqian broke into a smile through her tears.

“All right, I have a task for you,” Qin Xuan glanced at the office door of the Mediterranean. “If you have the chance, get hold of that old man’s phone. See if there are any unsent messages left—maybe we’ll find evidence of his collusion with Li Shihao.”

“You want me to steal?” Liu Qianqian huffed.

Qin Xuan rubbed his nose. “Isn’t that your specialty?”

He wasn’t exaggerating—this girl was known as the “Miraculous Hands Liu Kongkong” in the Chinese cultivation world. Even his master’s hidden stash of wine had fallen into her hands more times than he could count.

“All right, I guarantee I’ll get it done~” Liu Qianqian giggled.

At this point, Zhou Xiaoyu frowned. “Boss, is it Li Shihao who’s after you?”

“That’s right,” Qin Xuan nodded.

“This is trouble… That guy’s not to be trifled with. Even my dad’s connections are useless in front of him,” Zhou Xiaoyu sighed.

“No matter. I have my own plan,” Qin Xuan replied with a faint smile.

Zhou Xiaoyu thought for a moment and then nodded. “All right, I’ll have my dad get in touch with some people up top as well. Maybe it’ll help, even if just a little.”

Qin Xuan nodded and didn’t refuse. Without certain connections, his own plan would be hard to pull off.

“Good. Thank you, Grandpa.”

At this point, Dongfang Qingwan had just finished her phone call. While the group was discussing their plans, she had already phoned Dongfang Jingtai and clearly stated that help was needed.

In her view, Qin Xuan’s fight with the foreign students was, in the end, for her sake—she could not stand idly by.

Qin Xuan looked at her gratefully.

“Boss, are we still going to the barbecue tonight?” someone asked.

“Of course—why wouldn’t we?” Qin Xuan smiled easily, but suddenly sensed something amiss. His vigilance was instantly heightened; he raised his head at lightning speed, and the sandalwood sword case on his back shot up in an instant.

Thud!

A heavy muffled sound rang out, and Qin Xuan’s arm trembled slightly, as if something heavy had struck the sword case. But the sandalwood case was made from millennia-old wood, reinforced by his master’s seals, harder than diamond and impervious to such blows.

Moments later, a sheet of letter paper drifted softly to the floor. The words “Challenge Letter” stood out boldly on its cover.

Qin Xuan narrowed his eyes.

A master!

Judging by the speed, force, and flexibility of that flying letter, it could have easily killed. But since it was merely a challenge, the sender obviously hadn’t intended to kill him.

In other words, the sender knew Qin Xuan’s strength and was certain he could withstand the blow; otherwise, if something went wrong and someone died, it would be a major incident.

“Who could it be?” Qin Xuan picked up the challenge letter.

Whoever it was, he knew he had to face this with utmost caution.