Chapter 78: You Can't Shy Away from Seeking Treatment!

Lan Xin was momentarily stunned, then couldn't help but burst out laughing. She gave Qin Chuan a thumbs-up and praised, "Brother-in-law, you're absolutely right. There should be more love among people. Your humanitarian castration fits perfectly with the harmonious theme of our society. I support you wholeheartedly!"

Looking at Qin Chuan's radiant smile, Lan Xin suddenly felt a fondness for this brother-in-law, whose reputation she had long heard about but was meeting for the first time.

Clang!

Zhuo Yihu's body trembled, his knees weakened as he knelt, and his head slammed onto the floor with a dull thud.

At this moment, Zhuo Yihu wanted nothing more than to slap himself a few times. When he looked back at Qin Chuan, there was a distinct trace of grievance in his eyes.

Weren't we supposed to treat each other with more love?

Weren't we supposed not to be so cruel?

And I actually thought he was a good man. But it all came down to castration, no matter what—what kind of 'good' is that!

"The trust and gratitude I had not long ago were completely misplaced!"

Zhuo Yihu felt his eyes sting, as if something was about to spill over. Suddenly, he could relate to the emotional turmoil of a certain hit drama's female lead.

It was truly heart-wrenching!

"Little Tiger, don't worry. My acupuncture skills are top-notch. You'll soon know what real painless... ahem, painless castration is. There's nothing to be afraid of—it's over quickly," Qin Chuan comforted him 'kindly'.

Watching this, Lan Jin and Lan Xin were instantly reminded of the way doctors cajole children before giving them vaccines.

"Well, thank you so much! Acupuncture is certainly more humane than physical cutting, so I'll transfer all my shares of the Night Before Dawn Bar," Zhuo Yihu replied with a face full of despair. In the midst of answering, he managed a small twist of irony—his last bit of stubbornness as the kingpin of Binhai's underworld.

Qin Chuan immediately gave him a thumbs-up. "Congratulations on making the best decision of your life."

Zhuo Yihu's mouth twitched—could you please save your congratulations for something good?

"Tiger, I've long heard of the famous lead dancers from the Night Before Dawn troupe. Why don't you call them out now and let me see for myself?" Lan Xin's eyes sparkled, her heavily made-up face practically screaming with excitement—she could hardly wait.

As soon as she spoke, nearly everyone turned their attention to Lan Xin.

"No wonder you never look for a boyfriend—so this is your preference..." Lan Jin couldn't help blurting out, cementing the idea that Lan Xin's orientation was unconventional.

Qin Chuan, considering his role as the nominal brother-in-law, felt obliged to offer professional advice. "Lan Xin, even though our current medical system doesn't specifically define your condition, I can assure you it's an illness. And illnesses should be treated; if left unchecked, it could lead to trouble."

Under the strange looks from the crowd, her cousin's ruthless jab, and Qin Chuan's kind-hearted reminder, three black lines appeared on Lan Xin's forehead.

"What are you all thinking? I just want to learn dance from the two troupe leaders. I've heard their skills are so advanced that even most professional coaches can't compare," Lan Xin stamped her foot in protest.

Qin Chuan played the helpful brother-in-law again. "Actually, even if you do have a problem with orientation, it's nothing to be ashamed of. Just don't avoid treatment. Have you heard the story of Bian Que and Duke Cai Huan?"

"Exactly, Lan Xin. Qin Chuan's medical skills are excellent—he can definitely cure you," Lan Jin added, once again unintentionally stabbing her in the back.

Lan Xin pressed her hands to her forehead in exasperation—she couldn't clear her name even if she jumped into the Yellow River.

"Brother-in-law, I actually like men like you. Why don't you break up with my sister? That would prove my innocence, wouldn't it?"

After a moment, Lan Xin decided to go all in against her cousin, instantly silencing Lan Jin, who had been about to continue urging her to get treatment.

"You brat, what nonsense are you spouting?" Lan Jin exploded. She could barely tolerate her best friend Lin Wanyu getting entangled with Qin Chuan, and the conniving vixen Liu Qingcheng was just about bearable. But if her cousin got involved as well, how could she keep up her psychological defenses and continue this act with Qin Chuan?

Lan Xin replied with great innocence, "You all pushed me—what else could I do?"

Seeing the conversation veer off course, Qin Chuan quickly brought it back on track. "Since Little Tiger has already agreed to transfer his shares, shouldn't it be the next contestant's turn?"

Sure enough, everyone's attention returned to Long Wudi. Lan Xin, Lan Jin, and the rest of the Lan family were eager to punish this chief culprit and vent their anger.

Zhuo Yihu and his people, on the other hand, were filled with resentment at being caught in the crossfire, a twisted sense of victimhood, and the bitter psychology of not wanting others to fare better than themselves in the same predicament—they settled in as onlookers.

The two black-clad bodyguards panicked. One, a slightly plump man, stepped forward and said, "Everyone, please remain calm. Our young lady is already on her way and should arrive at the Night Before Dawn Bar within half an hour. Why not wait until she gets here before deciding what to do?"

Lan Xin, Lan Jin, and the others looked at Qin Chuan. By now, they had a good idea of Long Wudi's true background. After all, the biggest recent event in the Lan family was Lan Jin's upcoming attendance at the Long family's eldest daughter's banquet.

Lan Jin, in particular, was privy to an inside story: Qin Chuan and Long Wuhen were engaged. Qin Chuan beating up Long Wudi might be one thing, but if a Lan family member were to seriously injure him, the entire Lan family would incur the wrath of the Long family—likely a catastrophe.

"Fine! I'll wait for her!" Qin Chuan said, sitting down in Long Wudi's former seat and turning to Zhuo Yihu. "Little Tiger, hurry up and prepare the share transfer documents. Don't try any tricks, or I'll reward you with a playing card."

For a moment, Zhuo Yihu didn't understand what Qin Chuan meant. But then he saw Qin Chuan pick up a playing card from the coffee table and, with a casual flick of the wrist, send it flying.

Clang!

With a sound like metal striking metal, the paper card embedded itself completely in a wall ten meters away.

Bear in mind, Zhuo Yihu had paid a high price for those retro bricks to upgrade the top VIP suite. Each brick was extra sturdy and more than two inches thick, backed by a solid concrete wall.

Yet Qin Chuan pierced the brick and concrete with just a paper card. What kind of terrifying cultivation was this? Even most martial artists couldn't do that. Could he be one of those legendary figures...

Zhuo Yihu dared not think further. Especially when he recalled Qin Chuan's earlier warning: if he tried any tricks, he'd be 'rewarded' with a playing card.

If a concrete wall could be breached so easily, what would one of those cards do to his own flesh and blood? Wouldn't he be pierced like a hedgehog?

"Sir, even if you lent me a thousand lives, I wouldn't dare try anything! I'll prepare the transfer documents right away; Miss Lan just needs to sign for them to take effect," Zhuo Yihu hurried to assure him.

Qin Chuan was not only formidable in his own right, but also seemed to have deep ties to the Long family's eldest daughter.

Sharp-eyed as ever, Zhuo Yihu had noticed that Qin Chuan wasn't the least bit afraid of the Long family—otherwise, he wouldn't have beaten up their young master. This could only mean that Qin Chuan's background was every bit as powerful as the Long family's.

"I have to hold on to this golden thigh as tightly as I can!" Zhuo Yihu resolved inwardly.