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"What?! Hahaha..." Upon hearing Xin Yi's words, Brother Kun seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world. His already large and lifeless fish-like eyes widened, and he laughed exaggeratedly.
"Are you out of your mind? You dare to take what I want?" At that moment, Brother Kun noticed Lijie, who had been standing behind Xin Yi. His fish-like eyes suddenly glowed with a green light as he scanned Lijie up and down, leeringly saying, "Sister, don't follow this brain-dead fool. Follow Brother Kun, and I guarantee you'll be happier than a god every day."
Lijie didn't even glance at him; she gently said to Xin Yi, "Should you come or should I?"
Xin Yi smiled, radiating warmth as he turned around and gently embraced Lijie, saying, "Your body isn't well. Besides, someone like him is dirty. I'm afraid it will soil your little hands, hehe."
Seeing that Xin Yi actually disregarded him and was being affectionate with a woman at this moment made Brother Kun furious. He swung a punch at the back of Xin Yi's head, thinking he would deal with him first and then not worry about that woman.
However, it was as if Xin Yi had eyes on the back of his head. Just as Brother Kun's fist was two inches away from its target, it was suddenly caught firmly by a hand, sending a sharp pain through his wrist.
"Tell me, do you have parents?" Xin Yi asked with a smile at the grimacing Brother Kun.
"Huh?" Brother Kun was taken aback and immediately shouted to the Black Suits nearby, "Are you all idiots?! Why aren't you coming at me?!"
Upon receiving the command, the Black Suits rushed forward. A dozen fists and feet aimed at Xin Yi's body. In reality, these thugs were nothing but street punks dressed up; they usually just put on a show to bully good-natured people. At most, they would engage in group fights but only when they outnumbered their opponents. If it came to real bloodshed, very few had any experience. In this peaceful era, there weren't many historical conditions for such violence either; they were basically just a mob. With so many people attacking together, it was clear they were just a bunch of big heads. Before the Black Suits could even comprehend what was happening, Brother Kun's earth-shattering scream echoed through the chaos.
The Black Suits froze and quickly stopped. Looking at their beloved Brother Kun, he was already bruised and swollen with a big bump on his head. Meanwhile, Xin Yi stood firmly behind Brother Kun, still gripping his wrist while flashing them a brilliant smile.
"You guys are... what the hell?! Ouch!" Brother Kun's mouth had swollen up too much for him to speak clearly.
One Black Suit foolishly asked, "Brother Kun, should we keep going?"
In this situation, not only Xin Yi and Lijie but even Kang the Fatty and the Saleswoman standing nearby couldn't help but burst into laughter. This guy was just too adorable! How could he ask such a cute question?
"Go screw your mother! I raise you useless fools all day long just for you to hit me! Ouch!" Brother Kun lamented.
"You still haven't answered my question," Xin Yi said.
"What question?" Brother Kun was so dazed from the beating that he asked back.
"Do you have parents?"
"No, they died long ago."
"Do you have a wife and kids?"
"No... well, does a mistress count?"
"That means if something happens to you, no one would be sad, right?" Xin Yi maintained a calm smile as he asked.
"What do you mean?" Brother Kun began to feel scared; he felt like a piece of meat on a chopping board, just waiting for someone to decide how to cut him. Just moments ago, he had been flaunting his power by slapping others around, but now he was reduced to someone who could only be slapped at will. The contrast was indeed too great.
"You could have died for speaking so disrespectfully about my woman, but considering how many punches you've taken for me, today I only want your two hands. How does that sound?" Xin Yi asked Brother Kun with a smile, as if negotiating.
However, this sounded chilling in Brother Kun's ears. He thought about how he was still a small leader in the gangster world; if this got out, how would he survive in the underworld? Gritting his teeth secretly, he decided it was either fight or flight—he had to go all out!
Gathering his strength, he curled his right leg back and kicked towards Xin Yi's lower body. But Brother Kun miscalculated; the saying "either the fish dies or the net breaks" referred to a strong fish and a worn-out net. Today, however, he was the weak fish and Xin Yi was the strong net, so he was destined for tragedy. Indeed, ignorance can be quite pitiful; how many overconfident comrades have suffered because of such misguided notions?
With a sharp "crack," his leg bent at a perfect ninety degrees under Xin Yi's foot, accompanied by a scream akin to that of a slaughtered pig. Brother Kun's body suddenly shrank down, and his other leg also knelt on the floor. Before his cries could end, there were two more sharp sounds. This time there were no screams; Brother Kun actually felt quite fortunate as he fainted, sparing himself much pain.
"Take your boss and hurry to the hospital," Xin Yi clapped his hands and said to the Black Suits. "Manager, where's the restroom? I need to wash my hands."
The Black Suits were already stunned with fear; upon hearing Xin Yi speak, they hurriedly lifted the unprocessed Brother Kun and fled.
Kang the Fatty and the Saleswoman were also dumbfounded, especially the Saleswoman whose long legs trembled uncontrollably as if she might collapse at any moment. Kang the Fatty had seen some things before; regaining his composure, he personally led Xin Yi to the restroom. In fact, Kang the Fatty felt quite grateful towards Xin Yi; if it weren't for him stepping in, they would have lost 2.6 million today. More importantly, it felt good to see Brother Kun in such a miserable state—even though he hadn't been the one to beat him up.
While handling the paperwork, Kang the Fatty insisted on giving Xin Yi an 80% discount. Xin Yi couldn't refuse and let it go; money didn't mean much to him anyway. He wasn't even sure how much he had in his World Bank account—did discounts even matter to someone like him?
After receiving the car keys, Xin Yi handed them directly to Lijie. He could tell she liked this car and decided to let her drive while he settled into the passenger seat. Lijie's driving skills maximized the car's performance as she maneuvered through the bustling traffic of Longchuan City District like a butterfly flitting through flowers. Before long, several police cars with sirens blaring began to follow them. While they could keep up at first in the city, once they left it and Lijie pressed down on the accelerator, the SUV shot forward like an arrow released from a bow. After a few turns, the police cars disappeared from sight.
On a relatively quiet road, Lijie slowed down and glanced at Xin Yi. "Should we wait?"
"Let's wait and see what tricks they can come up with," Xin Yi leaned back in his seat and said lazily.
The SUV gradually came to a stop by the roadside as Lijie casually turned on the sound system. The two closed their eyes and enjoyed the music.
A few minutes later, five shiny black sedans drove up—two in front, two behind, and one closely beside Xin Yi's car before coming to a halt and surrounding it. The doors opened simultaneously as fifteen or sixteen burly men stepped out, each wielding gleaming machetes about two feet long.
Xin Yi stretched lazily and said to Lijie, "You can stay in the car for now, it won't take long."
"Okay." Lijie replied softly, continuing to enjoy the music with his eyes closed.
Xin Yi opened the car door and stepped out, smiling as he looked at a car behind him. "Since you're here, why not get out and introduce yourselves?" Xin Yi asked with a smile, knowing that the commander of this operation was inside that car.
The person in the car was startled; such a sharp gaze, he could see right through to the core. However, he did not get out. The Third Leader of Three Tiger Hall was not someone who would just get out of the car when called. It was more fitting for him to appear later as the grand finale after taking down this kid. So he ignored Xin Yi, merely lowering the window slightly and gesturing downwards with his left hand.
This gesture signaled his subordinates with machetes to take action. Upon receiving the order, three people stepped forward, surrounding Xin Yi in a half-circle. Three machetes simultaneously flicked towards Xin Yi from three directions. A true expert could tell immediately; compared to those Black Suits earlier at the car dealership, these individuals were on a whole different level—clearly seasoned street fighters. Their strikes were not only fierce and aimed at vital points but also coordinated perfectly, complementing each other’s strengths and weaknesses. Any average Kung Fu practitioner would likely bleed out before completing three moves against these blades. But who was Xin Yi? He casually kicked out to block one attack while simultaneously reaching out with both hands to grab the two incoming machetes. The attackers felt a tight grip followed by a release; their machetes had already slipped from their hands.
The two machetes crossed in mid-air and were caught by Xin Yi in each hand. As one attacker’s strike was thwarted, he took advantage of the opening to swing another blade horizontally towards Xin Yi's neck. Instead of retreating, Xin Yi stepped forward to meet the blade head-on. With a strange flick of his left hand, the incoming machete clattered to the ground. The attacker clutched his right hand and stumbled back three steps, realizing that his thumb had vanished without a trace, leaving only a fountain of blood.
"All together!" The person in the car saw that things were going poorly and shouted an order. Xin Yi silently praised this decision; it would save him some time. Suddenly increasing his speed, he darted through the crowd, and the sounds of falling machetes echoed continuously. By the time the last machete hit the ground, Xin Yi calmly stood beside the car where the man had been sitting. Looking at those remaining standing, they all maintained a position of holding their injured hands; blood dripped steadily from their right thumbs.
Seeing this situation shocked the person in the car. What kind of skills did this person possess? Although his followers weren't the best in their gang, they had been with him for many years and had rich combat experience. If they were merely injured, it wouldn't be surprising—it would just indicate that their opponent was much stronger. But now it seemed like their opponent was toying with them; everyone was injured in the same spot—though not severely, they would essentially have to say goodbye to wielding a machete in the future. Without thumbs, how could they hold a knife? If their opponent had intended to kill them, there would have been fifteen corpses lying here now.
After a brief contemplation, the person in the car opened the door and stepped out…
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