Super God: Liang Bing: Please, stop going crazy!

"Everyone, if you don't want to get hurt, there's still time to stop." Qin Mu's tone was calm, but there was an unquestionable deterrent force.

The man with a crew cut covered his sprained arm, stood up angrily, and stared at Qin Mu fiercely: "Boy, don't be complacent. If you dare to attack me, I will make you pay the price today!"

As he spoke, he shouted to the people behind him: "Call someone! No one can leave today!"

Several of his companions immediately pulled out their cell phones, apparently preparing to call for more reinforcements. Qin Mu saw this and felt a little uneasy. He was not afraid of these people, but if he really got into big trouble, things might become difficult to resolve.

At this moment, there was a sound of footsteps at the entrance of the alley. Qin Mu and the man with a crew cut looked in the direction of the sound almost at the same time and found several patrol policemen in uniform walking towards them, obviously having heard the noise.

The man with the buzz cut immediately put away his phone, and a trace of panic flashed in his eyes. He obviously didn't want to be targeted by the police in this situation, so he quickly waved his hand to signal his companions to disperse: "Forget it, let's stop here today, let's go!"

Several men quickly dispersed. The man with the crew cut glared at Qin Mu fiercely and threatened in a low voice: "Boy, you are lucky today. You won't be so lucky next time."

Qin Mu nodded slightly, his tone still calm: "Next time, I advise you to think twice before you act."

The man with the crew cut snorted coldly, said nothing more, and quickly left the alley with his men. The patrol police walked up to Qin Mu, looked around, and asked, "What happened? We received a report that someone was causing trouble here."

Qin Mu smiled faintly and shook his head: "Nothing, just a few people playing around, now they're all gone."

The police nodded. Although they had some doubts in their hearts, they did not investigate further as nothing serious had happened at the scene. After giving a few instructions, they continued their patrol.

Qin Mu watched the police leave, and the tension in his heart dissipated. He looked up at the night sky, sighed, turned around and walked out of the alley.

After walking for a while, Qin Mu came to a small bridge and stopped. The river water under the bridge glowed slightly under the moonlight, and the surroundings seemed particularly quiet. He held the bridge railing and quietly looked at the night scene in the distance, feeling a long-lost tranquility in his heart.

Just as he was immersed in his thoughts, he suddenly heard a slight sound of footsteps coming from behind him. Qin Mu did not turn around, but just said lightly: "After following you for so long, are you still planning to take action?"

The footsteps stopped, and after a moment, a hoarse voice sounded: "You are alert, it seems that you are not simple."

Qin Mu turned around slowly and saw a thin middle-aged man standing at the end of the bridge with a somewhat cold expression on his face. He was holding a metal stick in his hand, which was obviously premeditated.

"Who are you?" Qin Mu's tone remained calm, but there was a hint of vigilance in his eyes.

The man sneered: "You don't need to know who I am, it's enough to know that I'm here to cause trouble for you."

Qin Mu frowned and looked carefully at the man in front of him. Although he looked thin, he stood steadily and obviously had some skills. He realized that this was not an ordinary street thug, but a trained person.

The man didn't give Qin Mu much time to think. He rushed forward and hit Qin Mu's head with the metal stick in his hand. Qin Mu quickly dodged sideways, and the metal stick brushed his shoulder with a dull sound.

The man's attack was swift and fierce, and he was obviously not an ordinary person. He attacked several times, and each attack was powerful, forcing Qin Mu to retreat continuously. Although Qin Mu was agile, he also felt that the opponent's attack was extremely precise, without any unnecessary movements, and it was obvious that he was an experienced master.

"It seems that you are well prepared." Qin Mu said calmly while dodging.

The man snorted coldly: "Stop talking nonsense. I am just following orders today. If you want to blame someone, blame yourself for provoking someone you shouldn't have provoked."

Qin Mu didn't say anything else, as he had understood something in his heart. He knew that the trouble tonight was not accidental, but someone had done it on purpose. But he still didn't know who was behind it.

Seeing the man's attack becoming more and more fierce, Qin Mu knew that it was not a good idea to continue to be passive like this. He calmly adjusted his breathing, observed the opponent's movements, and looked for opportunities to counterattack.

Finally, when the man swung the stick to attack again, Qin Mu took a step forward and instantly moved his body close to the man, avoiding the fatal blow. At the same time, he grabbed the man's wrist holding the stick and quickly exerted force to forcibly take the metal stick away.

The man obviously didn't expect Qin Mu to fight back at this moment. His hands were empty, his body lost balance, and he staggered back a few steps. A flash of shock flashed across his face, but then he became ferocious again: "You dare to fight back?"

Qin Mu held the metal stick with a calm look: "If you want to cause trouble, I am not incapable of dealing with it. If you don't want to get hurt, stop as soon as possible."

The man ignored Qin Mu's warning. He growled and rushed forward, trying to take back the weapon. Qin Mu's eyes flashed with a cold light. He did not give the other party a chance. He moved his body, swung the metal stick, and hit the other party's leg accurately.

The man felt a pain in his leg, and his body lost support, falling heavily to the ground. He tried hard to get up, but Qin Mu's next attack had already arrived - the metal rod did not hit him, but stopped a few inches in front of him, as if warning him that if he moved again, he would bear the consequences.

"That's enough." Qin Mu said coldly, "I don't want to hurt anyone, but if you keep pestering me, don't blame me for being rude."

The man stared at Qin Mu angrily, obviously unwilling to give in, but also knowing that he had no chance of winning. He took a few breaths, and finally gritted his teeth and said, "Just wait, this is not over yet!"

After that, he covered his injured leg, stood up with difficulty, and limped away from the bridge. Qin Mu watched him leave, his eyes still calm, but his heart was thinking about everything that had just happened.

The thin man dragged his injured leg with difficulty, limped through several dim alleys, and finally came to a hidden underground bar. This bar is usually not open to the public, and only those who are familiar with it know its true purpose. The man gritted his teeth, endured the pain, pushed open the heavy wooden door, and walked in.

The lights in the bar were dim, and the air was filled with the strong smell of tobacco and alcohol. Behind the bar, a tall man was fiddling with a bottle of wine in his hand, and a few people were sitting on the chairs against the wall behind him, talking in low voices. As soon as the thin man walked in, everyone's eyes were immediately cast on him.

"Third brother, what's going on?" The tall man behind the bar raised his head and looked at the thin man with a frown, with a hint of displeasure in his eyes.

The thin man had an ugly expression on his face. He covered his injured leg and said through gritted teeth: "Boss, I...I lost my grip."

The tall man frowned even more when he heard this. He put down the bottle in his hand, slowly walked to the thin man, looked down at him, and said in a low and threatening tone: "What did you say? Did you miss?"

The thin man endured the pain, lowered his head, and said in a shameful voice: "That boy... is not simple, I underestimated him. He has quick reactions and is quite skilled. I failed to succeed and was even injured by him."

When the tall man heard this, a trace of displeasure flashed in his eyes, and he sneered: "Heh, Third Brother, you have been with me for so many years, and you actually fell into the hands of a young boy? Tell me, what exactly is he capable of?"

The thin man knew that he had no room for explanation at this moment, so he could only report honestly: "He looks ordinary, but he is very agile, and his few moves are very effective. I thought I could easily deal with him, but he took my stick away and injured my leg. He didn't use heavy hands, but it was obviously more than enough to deal with me."

The displeasure in the tall man's eyes gradually turned into a kind of cold thinking. He was silent for a moment, then asked in a low voice: "Did that person mention anything? Or, is there any backer behind him?"

The thin man shook his head, his expression a little serious: "He didn't say anything, just warned me not to cause trouble again. But looking at him, he doesn't look like an ordinary person."

The tall man nodded, his eyes becoming deep. He slowly turned around, walked back to the bar, poured a glass of wine, drank it, and then said, "It seems that we have encountered a tough guy. So, he can deal with you alone?"

The thin man whispered, "He is indeed not a simple person. I dare not act rashly again."

The tall man was silent for a moment, as if thinking about something. Then, he chuckled softly, with a hint of amusement in his tone: "Interesting, really interesting. A man who can easily defeat the third brother, it seems that I really need to deal with him well."

At this time, a man who had been silent all this time on a chair against the wall spoke up. His voice was low and calm: "Boss, do you want me to go find out about that kid's background?"

The tall man glanced at him and nodded slowly: "Okay, Lao Wu, I'll leave this to you. Find out who that guy is and if he has any background. We can't act rashly, we have to find out where he came from."

The man called Lao Wu nodded gently, his face showing no emotion. He stood up, picked up a coat, and walked out the door without looking back.

The thin man looked at Lao Wu's back and felt a little relieved. He knew Lao Wu's methods, and he always did things steadily and without leaving any traces. If he took action, the matter would definitely come to an end.

The tall man looked at the thin man again, with a warning in his eyes: "Third brother, I don't want to hear about what happened today again. Do you understand what I mean?"

The thin man nodded, endured the pain, and whispered: "Yes, Boss, I understand."

The tall man didn't say anything else, but just waved his hand, signaling him to leave. The thin man immediately turned around and limped out of the bar.

The bar was quiet again, with only the tall man standing in front of the bar, playing with his glass thoughtfully. His eyes were gloomy, and he was obviously planning his next move. For him, the incident was not just a simple "mistake", but a question of whether his entire power would be threatened.