Super Cultivator Daddy

Chapter 8: Poor

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

The sudden change totally startled the two robbers, especially the one with the dagger whose throat was under Qin Feng’s tight grip. His face had turned red, and he was hardly able to breathe. He wanted to attack Qin Feng with the dagger but found that he had lost the strength to make even such a small move.

“Who… on earth are you?” The robber with the dagger was baffled. He had been wandering on the streets since his teens, and he had picked on fights and caused trouble everywhere. He had always been the winner.

Even if he did lose, he would not have lost so much strength. Right now, he was like a tiny ant under Qin Feng’s control. The strength he had always been proud of seemed like a joke.

After a few moments, the robber with the dagger could not hold on anymore and dropped the dagger.

His eyes were bloodshot. His eyeballs started to pop out as if they would explode at any second.

“Help… help me…”

The strangled robber mustered all of his strength and turned to the cross-eyed man opposite him. He pointed at the dropped dagger on the floor with one weak finger. He had just finished asking for help when the cross-eyed man collapsed onto the ground with a plop.

The cross-eyed man was shocked senseless. Fear filled up his eyes. He had never seen anyone as powerful as Qin Feng. The door of the toilet was not that thick, yet it was still built of solid wood. One punch and the solid-wood door was broken… He was strong like Hulk!

From what the cross-eyed man knew, he had only witnessed such a scene in the movies, like Kill Bill, where the leading role punched through the coffin with fists only.

All in all, anyone who was able to do this could not be an ordinary person. He must be someone with accomplished martial arts skills!

The cross-eyed man had lost the desire to fight against such a master. He was aware that he could not be a match against him. At this moment, what he hoped was that this horrid dude could leave him alone.

He could imagine that one punch killing him, which was not something he wanted to experience now.

Qin Feng released the robber with the dagger. Once his grip loosened, the robber with the dagger let out a small muffled sound and passed out right in front of him.

Almost the same time, Qin Feng withdrew his hand, opened the door, and glared at the cross-eyed man. He asked calmly, “Give me all the money you have with you.”

This was not a robbery. In the cultivation world, it was a very ordinary thing to kill people to get their treasures.

The cross-eyed man’s eyes turned red, and he almost burst into tears. He had never expected such a thing to happen to him! He and the man with the dagger were the ones doing a robbery! But now, they got robbed instead!

What scared him above all was that he had no money with him!

The cross-eyed man got on all fours and groped over the man with the dagger. He took out a bunch of small banknotes; one yuan, two yuan, and five yuan bills were everywhere. They had no more than 50 yuan in total.

Holding the money in his hands, he passed it to Qin Feng, saying in a bitter and trembling voice, “Sir, we… We really don’t have any money. We just got released from prison; that’s why we were robbing… This 50 yuan is taken from a couple of junior high school students.”

Qin Feng: “…”

Looking at the crumpled bills, he almost spat out blood. These two robbers were just too poor. They were not even qualified to be a robber!

Qin Feng took away the 50 yuan disdainfully. Then he turned to Su Muer, who was standing dumbfoundedly. “Ms. Pretty, give me 3,000 yuan as promised..”