Pirate King

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Thump!

Inside the private room, Li Jiaquan and the group of wealthy young heirs were brought in by He Mingyun. Without a word, they dropped to their knees right in front of Qin Ning.

"Young Master Qin... Young Master Qin, we were blind just now. Please be the bigger person and just let us go like a passing fart," Li Jiaquan said with a trembling voice.

Qin Ning merely glanced at them before looking at Wang Er, saying, "Take them out. Deal with them however you see fit."

"Understood, Young Master Qin."

Wang Er chuckled and shot a glance at Xia Fei beside him.

Soon, the two of them led Li Jiaquan and the other young heirs out of the private room and onto the deck.

He Mingyun, Zhu Weicheng, and Zheng Xingyan followed along.

"Now, everyone give me two hundred push-ups first. We'll talk after you finish."

Xia Fei and Wang Er brought over chairs and sat down in front of them, holding glasses of red wine as they spoke.

"Two hundred push-ups?"

Hearing this, the crowd looked at each other in dismay, somewhat dumbfounded.

Obviously, for these rich kids who spent all year round eating, drinking, and playing, let alone two hundred, even fifty push-ups would probably leave them exhausted and flat on the ground.

"Can't do it?" Xia Fei frowned.

"We... we can do it!"

Li Jiaquan gritted his teeth and dropped directly to the ground, supporting himself with his hands, and then asked again, "Young Master Xia, is it fine as long as we finish the push-ups..."

"You wish. You ruined Young Master Qin's mood, how could you be forgiven so easily?"

Wang Er sneered and continued, "Do them first. We'll talk about the rest after you finish."

Hearing this, Li Jiaquan and the others didn't dare to argue and began doing push-ups on the deck one after another.

Ten.

Twenty.

By the time they reached thirty, some started to give out, their arms trembling, completely exhausted.

"Look at you weaklings. All you know is eating, drinking, and playing all day. You can't even do a few push-ups. If your families didn't have some money, with your physical fitness, you'd be trash that nobody would even want for a factory assembly line."

Xia Fei pulled out a whip from who knows where and cracked it against the ground, producing a loud snap that scared Li Jiaquan and the others so much their hair stood on end.

If that whip struck their bodies, wouldn't it flay a layer of skin right off?

"Hurry up and keep going. Whoever dares to stop for more than three seconds is getting a whipping from me," Xia Fei snorted coldly.

How could Li Jiaquan and the others dare to talk back? They could only grit their teeth and continue.

About five minutes later, the group finished their push-ups. They were all so tired that they lay flat on the ground, panting heavily, feeling as if their arms were about to break off.

"Smack!"

Xia Fei cracked his whip on the ground again and shouted, "Get up! Did I tell you to lie down?"

Hearing this, the crowd had no choice but to obediently stand up.

Wang Er spoke, "Now squat down, put your hands behind your backs, and do two hundred frog jumps along the deck."

"Um... Young Master Wang... Young Master Xia... could you let us rest for a bit?" Li Jiaquan braced himself and asked.

"Rest for what? Just two hundred push-ups got you this tired? No resting! Start jumping right now!" Xia Fei raised his whip, making as if to strike them.

The group shuddered in fear, not daring to say another word as they obediently squatted down.

About another five minutes later, the frog jumps were over. Li Jiaquan and the others felt as if their legs and waists were about to snap.

"I can't take it anymore. I'd rather jump into the sea and feed the sharks than continue being tortured." One of the rich kids finally couldn't hold on and was about to cry.

"Truly useless," Wang Er couldn't help but mock.

"Young Master Wang, Young Master Xia, that was two hundred push-ups plus two hundred frog jumps. Let alone us, even you guys wouldn't be able to do it..." Li Jiaquan said through gritted teeth.

"We wouldn't be able to do it?"

Xia Fei scoffed and laughed, "Do you think we're as useless as you? Let alone two hundred push-ups, what does it matter even if it were two thousand?"

He wasn't bragging.

Having cultivated to this day, the cultivation bases of Wang Er, Xia Fei, and the others had long reached the third level of the Body Tempering Realm and above. Let alone two hundred push-ups, even two thousand would be a piece of cake for them.

Li Jiaquan wanted to argue back, but after glancing at the whip in Xia Fei's hand, he ultimately chose to remain silent.

Of course, they didn't believe Xia Fei's nonsense.

What does it matter even if it were two thousand push-ups?

Even bragging shouldn't be done like this.

"Bang!"

Suddenly, a loud noise came from the rear of the ship, and the yacht shook.

"What's going on?" He Mingyun frowned and was about to go check.

But in the next moment, they saw five or six armed men suddenly rushing over from the back of the yacht.

"Oh no! Pirates!" Everyone's faces showed shock.

"Nobody move!"

At the same time, six pirates surrounded them, their dark gun barrels pointed at the crowd.

The leader was a middle-aged man around forty years old, shirtless and lean, with long hair tied into several braids. One look was enough to tell he was the boss of these pirates.

"Don't be nervous, everyone. We only want money, not your lives."

The pirate boss chuckled and continued, "Now, everyone get down on the ground, and then take out all the valuables you have on you."

Facing the dark gun barrels, how could Li Jiaquan, He Mingyun, and the others dare to disobey?

They all obediently lay flat on the deck, not daring to make any rash moves.

"Hmm? You two, didn't you hear what I said?"

Seeing that Wang Er and Xia Fei remained indifferent, the pirate boss's face immediately darkened, and he shouted at them.

"We heard you. And then?" Wang Er looked at the man, a calm and composed expression on his face.

"Oh ho? I've been a pirate for so many years, but I've never seen someone as arrogant as you."

The pirate boss was amused and pointed his gun at them. "I'll say this one last time. Get down, otherwise..."

"Otherwise, what are you going to do?" Wang Er scoffed.

With their cultivation at such a level, the strength of their physical bodies meant they no longer feared the threat of bullets.

The firearms in the hands of these pirates were, in fact, no different from toys to them now.

"Young Master Wang... Young Master Wang, please stop talking..."

Li Jiaquan and the others were anxious. Of course, they didn't understand why these two guys still dared to be so arrogant. Did they not see the guns in the other party's hands?

Those things were no joke!

"Kid, you've got guts. But just having guts isn't enough. Although I'm here for money, since you have a death wish, I don't mind sending you on your way."

The pirate boss's face turned cold, a chilling glint flashing in his eyes. It was obvious that Wang Er and Xia Fei's fearless demeanor at this moment had angered him.

"Bang!"

The moment his words fell, he pulled the trigger without hesitation.

The massive sound of the revolver nearly split everyone's eardrums.

Li Jiaquan, He Mingyun, and the others all squeezed their eyes shut, seemingly unwilling to witness the bloody scene that was about to unfold.

"Clang!"

However, after the gunshot, only a crisp sound rang in their ears, as if the bullet had struck some kind of hard metal.

When Li Jiaquan and the others looked over, they found that Wang Er and Xia Fei were still standing there, completely unscathed.

In contrast, the group of pirates all wore expressions of absolute shock.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Recovering from his initial astonishment, the pirate leader snapped back to his senses and fired three more shots in rapid succession.

However, when the three bullets struck Wang Er and Xia Fei, they failed to have the slightest effect on them.

"Clink, clink, clink..."

The bullets dropped to the ground, bouncing with a few crisp rings that sounded exceptionally clear.

"This..."

"How is this possible?"

Everyone was dumbfounded, including Li Jiaquan and his companions. At this moment, every single one of them wore an expression as if they had just seen a ghost.

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