Is He Even Worthy?

"I understand you, but who understands me? Little Yun, making things difficult for Sixth Brother like this isn't right."

The scar-faced man put on an act, then shot a meaningful look at one of the lackeys beside him.

"Hand it over!"

The two lackeys immediately understood. One darted forward and restrained the young woman, while the other pried open her hand, snatched away the money pouch she held, then shoved her heavily to the ground.

"No! No!! Sixth Brother, please! This is my younger brother's life-saving money! Please, I'm begging you!!!"

The woman's arm had been scraped raw, blood streaming down it, yet she seemed not to feel it at all. Crying out, she clutched the scar-faced man's trouser leg and begged desperately.

Yet the scar-faced man remained cold and expressionless. Looking down at her from above, he said icily:

"Are you trying to break the gang's rules? Want me to send you down below for the brothers to take turns with?"

As soon as the scar-faced man finished speaking, the two lackeys beside him immediately revealed lewd grins.

"Sixth Brother, how about my brother and I take turns with her right now? I've wanted to get on this little bitch for ages."

"No..."

The lewd gazes of the two thugs filled the woman with terror. Her face went deathly pale, tears pouring down like rain as she shook her head over and over. Yet her hands still clung tightly to the scar-faced man's trouser leg, refusing to let go.

The scar-faced man frowned and mercilessly kicked the woman away, saying coldly:

"Calling you by name is already giving you face. A whore lower than a dog, and you really think you're a person?"

After speaking, he coldly instructed the two lackeys:

"Go. Teach her what rules are."

The two lackeys exchanged lewd smiles and rubbed their hands as they steadily closed in on the woman.

"Don't worry, Sixth Brother. The two of us will make her obedient as a lamb and teach her what gang rules are."

"No! Sixth Brother!! You can do anything you want to me! Please give the money back! That's my younger brother's life-saving money!!!"

Even in such circumstances, all the woman thought of was getting back her own money. All she worried about was her younger brother, bedridden with illness.

Yet no matter how desperately she pleaded, all she received was the scar-faced man's icy gaze.

Just then—

"Tap~"

A crisp footstep sounded from behind them.

Turning around, they saw someone rather strange. A bulging bundle was slung across his back; in his left hand was a stack of Yellow Paper, while his right held a box of cinnabar and a Talisman Brush. A saber hung at his waist. He looked like a boy of fifteen or sixteen, slightly thin in build, with refined features and eyes as deep as a spring.

Under the hostile scrutiny of the scar-faced man and his companions, the youth walked up as though no one else were present. He calmly placed the Yellow Paper, cinnabar, and Talisman Brush on the ground, then gently leaned the bundle from his back against the wall.

The youth's utter disregard for them made the three men burn with rage. One lackey could not hold back any longer, glaring fiercely as he snapped:

"Where did this little bastard come from? Get the hell out of here already!"

The youth was naturally Chen Yan.

After setting down the talismans and the rest, Chen Yan finally straightened and looked at the three men. With a sincere expression, he asked:

"May I ask where your gang's headquarters is?"

The scar-faced man frowned and carefully sized Chen Yan up from head to toe, pausing for a moment at the Fish Dragon Saber at Chen Yan's waist. Rather than answer, he spoke with a hint of threat in his voice:

"Little brother, playing hero to save a beauty comes at a price. Not just anyone can meddle in the affairs of my Blood Wolf Gang."

Chen Yan nodded, then asked again with a serious look:

"So, where is your Blood Wolf Gang's headquarters?"

"Sixth Brother, this kid is fucking insane. Let me teach him a lesson."

One of the lackeys could not help saying.

The scar-faced man's brow furrowed even deeper. Hearing the lackey's suggestion, he gave a slight nod.

Having received permission, the lackey pulled a dagger from his waist and slowly approached Chen Yan, a vicious grin on his face.

"Kid, if you have someone to blame, blame your rotten luck for provoking someone you shouldn't have."

As he spoke, the lackey raised the dagger, its slash tearing through the air as he viciously stabbed at Chen Yan's chest!

"Ah! No!!!"

The woman screamed.

Yet the imagined scene of blood spraying everywhere never appeared. Chen Yan shot out his left hand, seizing the lackey's dagger-wielding wrist despite moving later. The dagger could not advance even an inch!

"Let... let go!"

The lackey felt as if his wrist were clamped in a vise. The pain was excruciating, as though his bones were about to shatter, and he involuntarily bent over with a cry.

"You strike to kill even passersby. You must have plenty of lives on your hands."

Chen Yan spoke coldly, then clenched his right hand into a fist and drove it without hesitation into the lackey's face.

Bang!

His thick, powerful fist slammed heavily into the lackey's face. A dull, heavy impact rang out alongside the crack of breaking bone. The lackey's nose bridge snapped, his face caved in, and he was sent flying two or three meters before crashing hard onto the ground. His body twitched; he was clearly taking in more breath than letting out.

"Second Brother!"

"Little bastard, die!!!"

The other lackey roared, yanking a short axe from his waist and chopping it straight at Chen Yan. Its blade was sharp enough to slice flesh and cleave bone!

"Wait..."

The scar-faced man hurriedly tried to stop him, but the other lackey had already rushed before Chen Yan.

A cruel grin twisted his face as he swung his axe down.

But in the next instant, his vision blurred. A shadow flashed past. Where had Chen Yan gone?

Then he felt a pair of hands seize his head. From the corner of his eye, he saw only a pair of icy eyes.

"No..."

As though foreseeing his fate, the lackey's pupils widened in terror.

But Chen Yan answered him only with the cold killing intent in his eyes as his hands twisted violently!

Crack!

Like twisting a fried dough twist, Chen Yan wrenched the lackey's head ninety degrees, snapping his neck.

Releasing his hands, Chen Yan watched the lackey fall limply to the ground, his eyes still wide open.

Chen Yan raised his head and looked at the last man—the scar-faced man.

By now, the scar-faced man was drenched in sweat, his back soaked through. His eyes were full of tension and panic. How could he fail to realize that the youth before him was a powerful Blood-Changing Martial Artist? Watching Chen Yan draw closer and closer, he put on a fierce face to hide his fear and said:

"Brother, my gang leader is Bloody-Eyed Wolf Pang Heng, a Martial Master of the Second Blood Qi Realm and a renowned figure around Shanxi. Everyone on the road has to give him some face.

"Don't act rashly. If you stop now, there's still time. I can pretend none of this ever happened."

"Bloody-Eyed Wolf Pang Heng?"

"Second Blood Qi Realm?"

Chen Yan sneered. "Is he even worthy?"

"Damn it!"

Seeing that his gang leader's name could not intimidate the other side, the scar-faced man gritted his teeth. With a fierce expression, he gripped his axe and lunged forward like a starving tiger pouncing on prey.

Yet before he could get close, Chen Yan viciously kicked him in the chest, sending him flying backward to smash heavily onto the ground. He spat out a mouthful of blood.

Before he could climb back up, Chen Yan stepped on him again, pinning him to the ground beneath his foot. His foot pressed down on the man's hand as he said as coldly as the man had once spoken to the woman:

"Want revenge? Take me to your gang's headquarters."

With that, he pressed down with his foot!

Crack!

"Ah!!!"

The scar-faced man let out a miserable scream. His finger bones broke, and his entire hand bent at a grotesque angle.

Chen Yan had long wanted to clean up Shanxi Town's gang-related evil forces. The matter of the Skin-Peeling Puppet had delayed him for half a month. Now that he had run into them, Chen Yan felt it was time.

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