"Kid, you're asking for it!"
"Brothers, get him!"
"Break both his legs, then take an arm for interest!"
With a roar, more than a dozen men charged Su Ye from both sides.
They were small-time thugs from the area. Most had ordinary Martial Talent and a Cultivation Level around the Third or Fourth Level of Kaiyuan. With numbers on their side and a little fighting skill, they had bullied their way through the neighborhood for years.
The man who had hired them had said Su Ye was only a student at the Third Level of Kaiyuan. To these thugs, the job could hardly have been easier.
But then...
"Ah!"
"No!"
"Stay away from me!"
Before long, the quiet night rang with the thugs' screams.
Su Ye answered each scream with a clean, decisive blow.
Bam! Bam! Bam!
One punch, one whimpering thug.
Soon, thugs lay sprawled all around Su Ye's feet.
"That's it?"
Su Ye frowned.
Fighting a dozen thugs had been easier than sparring with Xiao Qiyue alone that morning.
"Too weak."
Su Ye was a little disappointed.
The thugs on the ground: ...
Bro!
My dear bro!
You beat us up, and now you're complaining we're too weak?!
That was just cruel.
Su Ye walked up to the leader.
"Who sent you?"
The thug leader stubbornly closed his eyes.
"There's a code on the streets! I'd never sell out my employer."
"Oh."
Su Ye nodded and didn't press him.
After all, he was gentle.
He simply took the phone from the thug leader's pocket.
"Come on, open your eyes."
The thug leader opened them on instinct.
Facial Recognition successful.
Su Ye took the phone back, opened the contacts, and found the pinned conversation at the top.
The thug leader was remarkably professional: he had pinned his employer's chat and even saved him as [Sugar Daddy]. That made him very easy for Su Ye to find.
Su Ye tapped it.
The conversation immediately confirmed that this was the person who had ordered both his legs broken. But the man hadn't given his name, and Su Ye didn't recognize the contact name or profile picture.
That was easy enough to solve.
Su Ye placed a video call.
The other party must have been waiting for the thugs' report. He answered the moment the call went through.
Su Ye saw a vaguely familiar face. Was he a student at their school?
Su Ye couldn't remember who he was.
But now that he had seen the man's face, finding him wouldn't be hard.
On the other end of the call, Zhang Xuan froze.
"You..."
Su Ye nodded politely. "Hello."
Zhang Xuan: ...
Zhang Xuan hung up at once.
Regret washed over him.
Why had he answered without thinking?!
Su Ye looked completely unharmed. The thugs had clearly failed, and now they had exposed him too.
Still...
After a moment of panic, Zhang Xuan calmed down.
Seeing Su Ye's face so suddenly had made him feel as if he'd been caught red-handed.
But...
So what if Su Ye knew who he was?
What could a poor student from the Slums do to Zhang Xuan?
"Hmph. Su Ye, you offended Young Master Su Yang. You've got plenty of suffering ahead of you!"
Whatever Zhang Xuan did to steady himself, Su Ye stood on the dark street, looked at the ended call, and shrugged.
"How rude. He didn't even say goodbye."
Su Ye would never do that.
Holding the thug leader's phone in one hand and his own in the other, Su Ye got to work.
Add friend.
Start transfer.
Smiling, he lifted the thug leader's hand. "Here, give me a fingerprint."
Transfer successful.
Delete friend.
The whole sequence flowed effortlessly.
He put the phone back in the thug's pocket.
Thinking of the more than ten thousand he had just received, Su Ye said, very politely,
"Thank you."
The thug leader: ...
The thug was utterly bewildered.
Su Ye had already turned to the thug beside him.
They were all money.
Su Ye repeated the process.
After seven or eight transfers,
just as Su Ye approached the next thug,
Whoosh—
A gust of wind came from behind him.
Su Ye smiled faintly.
I've been waiting for you.
Bam—
Fist and foot collided.
The man who had attacked from behind staggered backward, disbelief written across his face.
How had the kid blocked his sneak attack?
Did he have eyes in the back of his head?
Or... had he known someone was nearby all along?
There was something strange about this kid!
The attacker grew wary.
Su Ye had already spun around and closed in, unleashing his Basic Combat Technique at the level of Perfection.
He gave the attacker no time to react.
Su Ye also got a look at his face.
He was a burly man in his forties, with a long scar down his left cheek that made him look vicious.
He fought just as viciously as he looked.
Su Ye had been ready for him. After landing the first blow, he kept up a relentless assault and seized the advantage.
Even so, after fumbling through the opening exchanges, Scarface quickly steadied himself. His punches and kicks followed a clear pattern, and his defense left no gaps.
He even kept searching for a chance to counterattack.
Feeling the force behind Scarface's fists, Su Ye was startled.
That's a lot of power.
His punches definitely exceed eight hundred kilograms!
He's at an advanced level of Kaiyuan!
At least the Eighth Level of Kaiyuan!
As Su Ye reeled at the discovery, Scarface was no less astonished.
This boy... what incredible strength!
The boy's Cultivation Level was clearly lower than his, yet he could trade blows without losing ground.
Was he born with Divine Power?!
The boy's speed and reflexes were far beyond normal, too, and his Basic Combat Technique was formidable.
At this rate, I won't be able to take him down!
Scarface made his judgment in an instant.
Looks like I'll have to use that!
Bam! Bam! Bam!
They exchanged another dozen blows, moving away from the fallen thugs and toward the corner of a wall.
Using the corner as cover, Scarface suddenly bent forward.
A flash of silver showed beneath the T-shirt across his back.
Whoosh—
A streak of silver shot out.
A Hidden Weapon!
Danger!
Su Ye's heart raced. If that silver streak struck him, he might die on the spot.
Blood surged through his body, and his heartbeat accelerated.
Thump!
Thump!!
Thump!!!
Silver moonlight poured down.
For an instant, Su Ye's heartbeat seemed to resonate with the entire starry sky.
A tremendous power suddenly welled up inside him.
His strength grew, his speed rose, and his senses sharpened.
Swish—
At the last possible moment,
Su Ye turned his head with a reaction speed far beyond human limits, narrowly dodging the silver streak.
At the same time, he drove a fist forward.
Boom—
The punch slammed into Scarface's chest.
The burly man flew backward and crashed hard into the wall behind him before sliding helplessly down.
Thud—
He lay there like a dead dog.
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