Ten minutes later, all four men were lying down. Lu Qing was still standing, but he looked like he was struggling. He had some injuries on his body, and those sharp eyes of his resembled a wolf's. He stared fixedly at Mr. Jiu and said slowly:
"There's a rumor on the streets that Mr. Jiu is very strong. Today, I'd like to see just how strong."
Mr. Jiu stood up leisurely, ignoring him entirely, instead turning his gaze toward Qin Miaomiao. He spoke calmly:
"He wants to challenge me. Tell me, should I leave him half-crippled or entirely crippled?"
Qin Miaomiao resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Since when did Ninth Uncle have such a wicked sense of humor?
Half-crippled or entirely crippled…
She glanced at the furious Lu Qing and replied leisurely:
"Ninth Uncle, he's my husband. If he's half-crippled, I'll be his crutch. If he's entirely crippled, I'll still stick by him. Anyway, it's up to you."
A faint glint of coldness flashed through Mr. Jiu's eyes:
