Heavenly Dragon Doctor Son-in-Law-Chapter 82 - 83: The Tiny Dancer Dies!

He was more than capable of such an act; there was no doubt about it. Even if Qin Long healed Han Bing today, she might still seek revenge down the line. Qin Long would not allow that to happen.

I must remove this malignant tumor to prevent any future trouble. She was a scourge upon the community and should have been dealt with long ago.

At this moment, Qin Long hadn’t recovered his strength and couldn’t afford to worry about Qiu Hu’s influence. He would exterminate anyone who tried to harm the people he cared about.

"Alright, you win. Come, let me treat you with acupuncture," Qin Long said, his expression softening as he let out a deliberate sigh.

Han Bing was startled for a moment, then a smile bloomed on her face. Looks like I’ve found his weak spot. The kid has given in! She maintained her cold, arrogant expression, confident in her ability to threaten him.

"You’d better remove this Gu Poison quickly," she sneered. "Otherwise, your fiancée’s life will be miserable." 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

Han Bing flicked her hair and sat down opposite Qin Long. "Hurry up with the acupuncture treatment." She ordered her dozen female guards to protect her while all her male subordinates turned their backs. Then, she removed her upper clothing, exposing her back to Qin Long.

SWISH!

In that instant, Qin Long’s hand shot out and clamped around Han Bing’s neck, his face erupting with cold ferocity.

Her heart sank as she realized her dire situation. But she was pinned against the table by his reverse grip, completely unable to move.

"Madame Zhao calls me the Medical Immortal," Qin Long said with a chilling smile. "But I have another name: Heavenly Dragon." He whispered the words into Han Bing’s ear.

Upon hearing this, a wave of terror washed over her.

"Medical Immortal, Heavenly Dragon. One saves countless lives, the other takes them," he continued. "And today, no one can save the person Heavenly Dragon wants to kill!"

The next second, Qin Long slammed his palm into her back, right over her heart. A massive force struck her from behind.

"Aaaagh..." Blood gushed from Han Bing’s mouth. Her eyes bulged wide as she murmured, "You... you’re really... you’re... Heav—"

She couldn’t finish her sentence before life abandoned her. Blood stained the table red. She was as dead as one could be.

Han Bing’s guards and subordinates gaped, their mouths hanging open in sheer horror. The woman who had amassed a vast fortune and reigned supreme in Jiangzhong’s underworld for over twenty years... This queen, whose mere stomp could make Jiangzhong tremble, was killed with a single palm strike? That such a powerful figure could die so miserably at the hands of a disabled man was utterly beyond comprehension.

"He killed Sister Bing! Brothers, cut him down!" one of the female guards shouted, shaking herself back to her senses first. Wielding her weapon, she charged at Qin Long. The remaining seventy-plus people immediately followed her lead.

"A bunch of suicidal fools, daring to lay a hand on me," Qin Long thundered, thrusting his palm forward.

Three years ago, Qin Long had single-handedly fought and killed forty-nine Martial Sect experts from an enemy nation. He had led the million-strong Heavenly Dragon Army to reclaim thousands of miles of territory, for which he was granted the title of War Dragon by the Grand Xia Nation. How could these petty thugs possibly compare to his unparalleled power? Even now, with his strength not fully recovered and his right leg disabled, dealing with them was still effortless.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

"Aah!"

CRACK!

The crisp sound of breaking bones filled the air. One hundred twenty seconds later, more than fifty people lay on the ground. The remaining dozen or so scrambled away from Qin Long, their eyes wide with terror.

This cripple... he’s actually this strong?

"If you’re not afraid to die, then keep coming," Qin Long said calmly. He fished a woman’s cigarette from Han Bing’s person, lit it, and took a slow drag.

At his words, the room fell into a dead silence. Qin Long’s strength was far beyond anything they could handle.

"Today’s matter was a personal grudge between me and Han Bing. I killed her because she deserved to die for threatening my fiancée," Qin Long stated, finishing the cigarette as his cold gaze swept across the room.

Seeing that no one else dared to move, he leaned on his crutch and slowly made his way to the door. The remaining people scrambled to clear a path. One female guard was so terrified she even rushed to open the door for Azure Dragon.

A single man had intimidated them all.

「Meanwhile, at the entrance of the entertainment club.」

Over a dozen large black SUVs screeched to a halt.

"This time, we’re definitely killing that bitch Han Bing," a burly, one-eyed man growled, his tone icy. "She dared to take my territory! You all rush in and capture that whore Han Bing alive. Show no mercy to the others!"

At his command, men swarmed out of the vehicles. They were all muscular thugs with fierce eyes and steady steps, each wielding a shiny white baseball bat. The one-eyed man in the lead carried a formidable-looking dragon-headed wooden club. Over one hundred and fifty men assembled, a dense and menacing crowd.

"Are you sure that bitch is in there today?" the one-eyed man asked, squinting as he pointed the club at the building.

"No doubt, Bro Kun," a young man next to him chimed in with a grin. "I got friendly with her personal female guard. She told me herself in bed the day before yesterday. The bitch is dealing with some nobody today."

"Damn her, still thinking she can deal with others," Chen Kun spat. "She only dares to bully the powerless. Once we catch her, I’ll let the brothers have their way with this whore one by one. After that, Chen Kun will be the true underground emperor of Jiangzhong! Besides, that bitch has gotten more and more arrogant over the years, garnering widespread resentment."

Chen Kun brandished his dragon-headed club and charged ferociously toward the entrance. The one hundred and fifty men behind him surged forward in unison. In Jiangzhong’s underworld, some followed the code, and others didn’t. Han Bing had completely disregarded the underworld’s code of conduct, earning the deep-seated hatred of many. Today would be the day that whore died.

THUMP! THUMP! THUMP!

Suddenly, Chen Kun, still waving his club, froze in his tracks, staring in astonishment at what lay ahead. The men behind him stopped short as well.

"Bro Kun, what is it?" a henchman asked with a frown.

It was only when a figure slowly emerged from the club’s entrance that they saw him clearly... It was a man in his twenties, leaning on a crutch. His gaze was ice-cold as he approached with a strangely leisurely air. A disabled man, here of all places? But the most shocking thing was that the young man’s hand was still dripping with fresh blood...

What the hell! Chen Kun thought, his face a mask of bewilderment.

This was, of course, Qin Long, having just killed Han Bing inside. The one hundred and fifty men behind Chen Kun fixed their menacing glares on him.

Leaning on his crutch, Qin Long walked over to a nearby water tap. "What, are you here to avenge Han Bing?" he asked slowly.

His expression shifted slightly. So she did have this many reinforcements outside? Truly cunning. It seems there’s going to be a massacre today.

Hearing this, Chen Kun scratched his head in confusion.

"We’re here for Han Bing. Scram if you know what’s good for you!" one of the thugs shouted, brandishing his baseball bat and glaring viciously at Qin Long.

Qin Long offered a faint smile. Since they aren’t her reinforcements, there’s no need to act. He calmly turned on the tap and began to wash the blood from his palms.

"You won’t be seeing her," he said flatly, flicking the water from his hands.

"What are you trying to say, cripple?"