As the yellow-haired man shouted, the other four burly men around him closed in on Qi Yuan.
Their faces wore vicious expressions. They rubbed their fists together, their eyes carrying the mocking amusement of street thugs.
At that moment, Qi Yuan threw a punch, his voice icy. "Tian Yan law: Those who serve demons shall be executed without mercy!"
The yellow-haired man burst into laughter. "At a time like this, you're still talking about Tian Yan law!"
But in the next instant, the smile on his face froze.
A pair of iron fists slammed straight into his chest at a speed he could not react to.
His stomach acid churned. Golden stars burst before his eyes, his eyeballs bulged with bloodshot veins, and he hunched over like a cooked lobster, his blood-red eyes nearly popping out.
The hulking men at his side froze in shock, unable to react in time.
Yet the young man before them had a Red Headscarf draped over his fist. Disgust filled his eyes. "How long has it been since you last bathed? Good thing I had the foresight to cover my hand with a Red Headscarf, or your chest hair would've dirtied it."
Unfortunately, the yellow-haired man was utterly incapable of answering Qi Yuan.
He could not even catch his breath.
Not far away, Xiao Mei's eyes widened. What she was seeing far exceeded her expectations.
Yet before she could recover from her shock, Qi Yuan casually reached out and pulled a Pig Slaughtering Knife from the pile of firewood.
"No wonder the ancients used knives to kill people, while modern people use guns. It's all because they were afraid of dirtying their hands."
Holding the Pig Slaughtering Knife, Qi Yuan grasped another great truth.
A flash of cold light streaked through the air. Qi