As soon as Qin Heng spoke, before the muscular man could get angry, his two lackeys were already livid, pointing at Qin Heng. They started shouting, "What the fuck did you just say? How dare you tell our Brother Biao to get lost! Do you know who our Brother Biao is?"

Some locals from Qi Lu on the bus couldn't help but slightly change their expressions upon hearing the nickname "Brother Biao." They lowered their heads and kept silent. Clearly, they were quite intimidated and, not daring to get involved, acted as if they had seen nothing.

Brother Biao seemed to enjoy this feeling. He tilted his head up slightly, growing more arrogant, and said to Qin Heng, "Kid, I see you're not from around here, so I won't make things hard for you. I don't want to do anything; I just want to sit here and get a little closer to this beauty."

The bus driver also spoke up, "Young man, just give up your seat. It's only a seat; with so many people on this bus, it won't cause any trouble."

There was a hidden meaning in his words.

Upon hearing this, Song Ningran's expression turned angry, and she wanted to rebuke them. However, Qin Heng stopped her.

Then, Qin Heng stood up, looked at Brother Biao indifferently, and asked, "You want my seat?"

The people on the bus, seeing Qin Heng actually stand up, couldn't help but show a trace of scorn and contempt. He's probably the type who, if confronted by troublemakers while out with his girlfriend, would abandon her and run away. Scum! Trash!

Although these people didn't dare to speak up or offer help, it didn't stop them from looking down on others from their moral high ground.

"HAHAHA! The kid knows his place!" Brother Biao laughed, his gaze shifting to Song Ningran in her seat. He smirked, "Little beauty, this coward can't satisfy you, right? Now, let big brother keep you company!"

With that, he moved to sit down.

"Wait." Qin Heng raised his hand to stop him, speaking indifferently, "This is the seat I have occupied. For a lowly thing like you to want to sit here, you first need to get off the bus, bathe and change your clothes, burn incense, and fast for three days. Then, you must kneel before this seat and kowtow ninety-nine times before you can sit down. Understand?"

"What the heck?!" Brother Biao almost doubted his own ears. He looked at Qin Heng incredulously and said, "Are you out of your freaking mind? Do you think you're some kind of Immortal?"

"HAHAHA! This guy's crazy!" The two lackeys burst out laughing, pointing at Qin Heng. "If you're a coward, just say so! Don't spout all this freaking nonsense! You look like an idiot!"

The other passengers on the bus also started laughing, looking at Qin Heng as if he were a pathetic clown, their eyes filled with contempt. This young man must have been scared silly, they thought. He was babbling nonsense. They completely forgot that they themselves were also potential targets for "Brother Biao's" bullying.

"If you don't believe me, try sitting down," Qin Heng said calmly, standing with his hands behind his back, no longer blocking them. "My seat naturally carries a fragment of my status. You lowly ants are not qualified to sit here. The moment you try, you will suffer an immediate backlash. Before you attempt it, you'd better call for an ambulance, lest you end up seriously injured."

"Fuck! He really thinks he's an Immortal!" Brother Biao trembled with rage, pointing at Qin Heng. "Fine, dammit! Just watch me sit down and 'take good care' of your girlfriend!"

With that, he moved toward Qin Heng's seat.

Everyone on the bus was drawn to the unfolding situation, all eyes fixed on them, eager to see Qin Heng's bluff called. It's just an ordinary bus seat; how could it possibly cause a backlash and injure someone? Utter nonsense! Nobody believed Qin Heng.

However, just as Brother Biao was about to sit down, his rear end almost touching the seat, an invisible force suddenly erupted from it. An immensely powerful repulsive energy sent Brother Biao flying into the air!

CLANG!

Brother Biao's head slammed fiercely against the bus roof, making the entire vehicle shudder.

BANG!

He crashed to the floor, landing in the aisle between the seats.

"AAAAHHHH!!!" He let out an excruciatingly piercing scream, clutching his head, his body curled up. Blood gushed from his head, unstoppable no matter how he tried to staunch it.

The floor was quickly stained red!

His head's cracked open, and he's bleeding profusely! Is this... is this really a backlash?!

Everyone on the bus was dumbfounded. They stared at Qin Heng in disbelief, then at his seat, their faces filled with horror. Unbelievable! In broad daylight, this is like seeing a ghost!

"You... what the hell are you doing?!" The two lackeys, so scared their legs went weak, stared at Qin Heng in disbelief.

They'd never seen anything so bizarre! No, forget seeing it—they'd never even *heard* of anything this damn strange! The seat decided he wasn't worthy and kicked him into the air?! Damn it! Even a joke wouldn't be this ridiculous!

"AAAAHH!!" Brother Biao's screams continued. He was obviously in great pain, and blood was still flowing.

Qin Heng, acting as if nothing had happened, sat back down and said indifferently, "Get lost. If he keeps bleeding like this, he'll be dead soon."

He had placed a small spell on the seat just now. Even so, a modest spell like that was enough to be fatal for someone like Brother Biao.

"AH?!"

Only then did the two lackeys realize their boss was lying on the ground in a large pool of his own blood. If this continued, he might actually die.

"Stop the bus! Stop the bus!!" they hurriedly shouted. They quickly helped Brother Biao up and scrambled off the bus with him as if fleeing for their lives.

The bus continued on its way.

Inside, no one dared to speak. The recent events were too eerie, almost like a haunting, utterly inconceivable!

Only the kind-hearted bus driver offered some advice, "Young man, miss, once you get to the airport, hurry inside for the security check and ticketing. Otherwise, you might get ambushed. They won't let this go easily."

"Thank you." Qin Heng replied with a slight smile, nodding his head.

Seeing that Qin Heng did not seem too concerned, the driver said no more. There was only so much he could do, so he continued driving.

「After getting off the bus, Brother Biao was helped into a nearby hospital by his two lackeys.」

Once a simple dressing had stopped the bleeding, Brother Biao, furious, immediately made a call. "Brother! I got beat up! Hurry and bring some people to the airport! Block that bus, that motherfucker! I swear I'll get my revenge for this!"

「...」

「In the CEO's office of Immortal Drink Group.」

Qian Zhenghai had just received a call when he shot up from his seat, exclaiming in alarm, "What? You're saying Young Master Qin has already taken Miss Song onto the airport bus? Mo Cheng, are you serious?!"

"Absolutely sure." Mo Cheng was also extremely panicked, his voice trembling as he spoke, "Uncle Qian, Young Master Qin is leaving Qi Lu... why didn't he tell us? Why didn't he let us escort them? Could it be... did we do something wrong?"

"No, that shouldn't be it." Qian Zhenghai forced himself to calm down, taking a deep breath. "No, Young Master Qin wouldn't blame anyone without reason. There must be some other explanation. But regardless, we must rush to the airport immediately to bid Young Master Qin farewell. We absolutely have to show our respect!"

"No problem! It will definitely be a grand affair!" Mo Cheng nodded. "We must make Young Master Qin feel our respect for him. The display has to be impressive!"

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