Chapter 69: Arrogant and Overbearing

“Go after him!” Qin Xuan shouted urgently. At that moment, he frowned slightly, for the man who had been struck by the speeding Audi was clad in military uniform—clearly one of the instructors responsible for the freshmen’s training. There was even a faint sense of familiarity about his build.

“I know,” Su Muqing replied, her eyes fixed gravely on the black Audi A6. To hit someone in broad daylight at the school gate and try to escape? Pure wishful thinking. Bystanders quickly dialed emergency services, while others, watching the black Audi flee, could do little but note down the license plate.

Su Muqing drove in pursuit for a short distance before Qin Xuan suddenly said with a frown, “No, your car is too slow.”

“Then what should we do?” Su Muqing asked anxiously, seeing the black Audi pulling farther ahead.

“Pull over,” Qin Xuan instructed.

“What?” Su Muqing looked at him in confusion.

“I said pull over. I’ll go after him,” Qin Xuan replied, glancing her way.

“You… How do you plan to catch him?” Su Muqing was completely unaware of Qin Xuan’s terrifying speed and found his words utterly fantastical.

“I’ll explain later. Right now, catching that guy is what matters. Trust me.”

“Alright.” Gritting her teeth, Su Muqing pulled the Chevrolet to the roadside. In the meantime, the black Audi was nearly out of sight, clearly speeding well over a hundred kilometers an hour. Su Muqing herself had been driving at seventy, yet the gap only widened.

Without hesitation, Qin Xuan stepped out of the car, his gaze turning icy as he locked onto the distant black Audi. He drew upon the inner power of his sword heart, channeling energy to his legs, silently activating his cultivation technique.

One step, two steps, three steps—Qin Xuan’s figure shot out like a phantom, covering a hundred meters in mere moments!

Su Muqing stared, wide-eyed in shock. Was that speed even human? Yet recalling how he’d saved her twice before, she found it a little less unbelievable.

“Hello, brother? It’s me. There’s been an incident here… The license plate number is…” Su Muqing, far from idle after stopping the car, was already on the phone with her family.

…

Qin Xuan ran with astonishing swiftness, closing the distance on the black Audi.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Each heavy footfall produced only the faintest sound, his figure fluid and ethereal. In less than a minute, he was nearly upon the fleeing car.

Drivers on the road stared in disbelief—an Audi racing ahead, a man chasing on foot behind. Was this a dream?

“Stop right there!” Qin Xuan, now within a hundred meters of the vehicle, bellowed. The shout resonated so fiercely that leaves cascaded from roadside trees, swirling in the autumn wind.

The black Audi didn’t slow, continuing to speed down the road.

With a metallic ring, the Taiching Sword was drawn from Qin Xuan’s back.

“Heavenly Sword—Sever!” he intoned.

In broad daylight, Qin Xuan swung the sword in a smooth arc, unleashing a barely visible blade of energy that shot toward the Audi’s rear tire.

Bang!

With a thunderous blast, the rear tire exploded beneath the force of sword energy, sending the Audi careening out of control. The chase had carried them to a lonely stretch of road, deserted by other cars—thus Qin Xuan had no qualms about displaying his power.

The ruined tire sent the Audi lurching and skidding until it finally crashed into a roadside tree with a tremendous crash, coming to a halt.

As Qin Xuan approached, a young man staggered angrily from the car, cursing.

“What the hell is this?!” The youth glanced around, spotting Qin Xuan as the nearest person, and jabbed a finger at him, face hostile. “You! Yeah, you! Are you looking for trouble?”

“It’s you who’s looking for trouble,” Qin Xuan replied coldly.

The young man lurched drunkenly toward the roadside. “No one’s ever dared talk to me like that before. You’ve got guts, I’ll give you that… Think I won’t have someone cut you down?”

“You can save that talk for prison,” Qin Xuan observed coolly. It was obvious the young man was drunk—very drunk. No wonder he’d been driving so recklessly, not even stopping after hitting a man.

Qin Xuan studied him more closely, finding his face vaguely familiar. Square-jawed, arrogant, decked out in designer watches, shoes, and suit—he looked every bit the scion of privilege. Yet after some thought, Qin Xuan was certain he had never met this young man before.

“Prison? Who the hell do you think you are, telling me I’m going to prison?” the young man sneered. Suddenly, he staggered, nearly falling, but managed to steady himself against the back of the Audi.

“Drunk driving, speeding, hit-and-run—not enough for prison?” Qin Xuan replied.

“Hit someone? Maybe… I don’t remember. But you think that’ll put me in prison? You—hic—you’re naïve. Do you even know who my father is?”

The young man’s words were slurred, his mind fogged by drink.

Qin Xuan pulled out his phone and called Su Muqing. “He’s drunk—completely wasted. Tell the police to follow the road; I’ll keep an eye on him here.”

“Alright, the police are already at the school gate. I’ll notify them now,” Su Muqing answered, hanging up.

A traffic accident at the gates of Jinling University had drawn a swift response from law enforcement. Within minutes, several officers from nearby stations had arrived to maintain order. Yet it was officers from the Jinling Municipal Bureau who came to apprehend the suspect. In no time, several squad cars pulled up beside Qin Xuan, and the drunken youth was unceremoniously hauled into the back of a police car.

A middle-aged officer nearby snorted, “Who would’ve thought? His father just got arrested, and now the son’s gone and gotten himself into trouble too. Two scourges removed from Jinling in one go.”

Qin Xuan overheard and frowned. “Who’s his father?”

If the young man hadn’t looked somewhat familiar, Qin Xuan would have left already. But since the officer seemed to know, he decided to ask.

“Lei Jinde—arrested just last night, haven’t you heard? And you, young man—what’s your name?” The officer eyed Qin Xuan’s camouflage uniform, recognizing him as the one who’d stopped the Audi, and grew curious.

“So he’s Lei Jinde’s son. No wonder he acts so brazen—and has that air of a nouveau riche…” Qin Xuan understood now, bid farewell to the police, and slipped away.

“Hey, wait—” The officer tried to call him back, but how could he match Qin Xuan’s stride? In a moment, Qin Xuan had vanished. The officer could only shake his head. Usually, those involved would be required to give statements at the station, but this time, Qin Xuan had simply disappeared.

“Captain, check out the Audi’s rear tires!” An officer reported.

The captain hurried over and sucked in a cold breath. Both rear tires had been slashed through in nearly the same spot, the rubber shredded beyond recognition.

What in the world had happened here?

…

While the police puzzled over the scene, Qin Xuan had already made his way swiftly back to the gates of Jinling University.

Numerous officers from nearby precincts were maintaining order, led by the same Officer Ma with whom Qin Xuan had previously crossed paths at the Sichuan restaurant—a man connected to Yang Guang.

“Nobody move closer! The ambulance is on its way!” The officers shouted, but more and more students gathered around. Qin Xuan looked toward the center, where the instructor who had been struck still lay unconscious on the ground. There was no blood, though, suggesting internal injuries rather than external ones.

“Is that Instructor Liu?” Qin Xuan’s brow suddenly furrowed, for he realized that the man hit while saving someone was none other than Instructor Liu, who had been leading his own squad.