"Hold it."
Fang Yuan's calm voice rang out, not loud, yet carrying an unquestionable force.
The three hooligans and Master Li, who had been about to turn away, all froze in surprise.
The next instant, Fang Yuan moved!
He closed the distance in a flash! None of them had time to react.
All they heard were two sharp cracks, accompanied by piercing screams.
Before the three hooligans could even see how he had moved, agonizing pain shot through their shoulder joints.
Their arms had already been cleanly dislocated, hanging limp at their sides!
"Ah! My arm!"
"Urgh—!"
Wails immediately rose at the mouth of the alley.
Fang Yuan did not even glance at the three men rolling on the ground and howling, as though he had merely brushed a bit of dust from his clothes.
He raised his eyes, his burning gaze fixed directly on Master Li, whose expression had changed slightly.
His tone remained calm and even.
"The rules of Black Tiger Hall and my rules, Fang Yuan's rules, seem to be rather different."
Master Li's heart jolted under Fang Yuan's sudden ruthless display and blazing stare.
He studied Fang Yuan for several breaths, his eyes flickering as though reassessing this young man dressed in Martial Arts School attire.
In the end, he said nothing. With a dark expression, he simply waved his hand.
"We're leaving!"
Master Li's face was ashen. He cast Fang Yuan another sinister glance, then added,
"Brother, mountains are high and roads are long. The days ahead are many."
The threat in those words was completely undisguised.
At that, Fang Yuan merely curled his lips noncommittally.
Threatening words? If they had real skill, why would they need so much nonsense?
The moment he had offended that minor leader of Black Tiger Hall at the city