Ruthless and Cruel (Seeking Follow-ups, Free Tickets)

"Is someone resisting the oppression of Yang Chun and his lackeys?"

Li Yunjing and Ma Xingyuan exchanged glances, both seeing the excitement in each other's eyes.

For the two of them, this was a good thing!

Since they were already here, they could see exactly what cards Yang Chun and his group were holding. If they turned out to be paper tigers, the two of them wouldn't have to hand over their contribution points!

The other diners, seeing the commotion, also crowded around.

Excitement flashed in their eyes; clearly, they had never witnessed such a scene before.

Many of them, like Li Yunjing and Ma Xingyuan, harbored deep resentment toward Yang Chun and his group.

At this moment, seeing someone dare to resist, they were thrilled and silently cheered the rebels on in their hearts.

"Bang!"

The seven or eight people from both sides were locked in a brawl. Before long, Yang Chun was sent flying backward, landing on the ground in a sorry state.

Li Yunjing saw that his face was covered in bruises, especially his eyes—one large and one small, one black and one purple. It was clear he had taken a heavy beating!

This brought a smile to his heart.

"Ji Chi! Kong Shi! You are courting death! How dare you offend someone from the Ten Thousand Laws Society! Brothers, beat them to death for me!"

Lying on the ground, Yang Chun continued to clamor. With one hand covering his face and the other pointing at Ji Chi and Kong Shi, he roared frantically.

This farce attracted more and more attention, and eventually, everyone dining in the hall turned their focus toward the scene.

Although many did not dare to resist like Ji Chi and Kong Shi, they were all cheering in their hearts.

Yang Chun was truly detestable, and seeing him get beaten up made everyone feel satisfied.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Suddenly, the onlookers let out cries of terror as they were sent flying one after another.

Li Yunjing sensed something was wrong, grabbed Ma Xingyuan, and pulled him out of the circle of onlookers, retreating to a safe distance.

"Damn it! Are you trying to turn the world upside down?"

A sinister voice rang out, and the temperature in the bustling hall plummeted by several degrees.

"Ah?"

Yang Chun, who was lying on the ground, had his head stepped on by someone. He let out a terrified shriek, his eyes filled with panic.

His expression was that of someone who had just witnessed the most horrifying thing imaginable.

Seeing this, the crowd turned their heads to look.

There, standing in three neat rows in front of Yang Chun, were thirty people dressed in black Daoist robes.

In front of them stood an old man with white hair.

He was also wearing a black Daoist robe, but unlike the others, his was embroidered with small, blood-stained swords.

The man was short and thin, with a hooked nose and triangular eyes, giving him a mean and petty appearance.

It was this man who radiated a cold aura that dropped the temperature of the room, causing everyone to shiver involuntarily.

Yang Chun, who had been extremely arrogant just moments ago, still shouting for his men to beat Ji Chi and Kong Shi to death, was now completely wilted under the old man's foot, not daring to let out a single sound.

His breathing seemed to have stalled, and he didn't dare to take a full breath.

His tense body made it clear just how terrified Yang Chun was.

In the hall, it wasn't just Yang Chun who was afraid; almost everyone wore a look of dread.

At this moment, the few outer-sect stewards from the Elegant Fragrance Garden had their expressions shift slightly, looking rather awkward.

The stewards exchanged glances, gritted their teeth, and braced themselves to step forward, bowing to the group.

One of the managers spoke with an apologetic look: "My apologies! A small matter occurred here; we did not expect to disturb the brothers from the Law Enforcement Hall."

"Hmph! This is none of your business!"

The leading short, thin, white-haired old man sneered, cutting off the apologies of the Elegant Fragrance Garden stewards.

The people from the Elegant Fragrance Garden were helpless, but they dared not say anything more and stood obediently to the side.

They couldn't handle this matter, nor did they have the face to plead for mercy.

They cursed inwardly at Yang Chun for being ignorant and causing them trouble every single day.

These outer-sect stewards were naturally aware that Yang Chun had been bullying his fellow servants and collecting protection fees in the Elegant Fragrance Garden.

It was just that the matters were minor, and since Yang Chun had backing, they hadn't wanted to interfere, choosing to turn a blind eye.

Now, this fellow had become increasingly arrogant, daring to start a fight inside the Elegant Fragrance Garden and even drawing the attention of the Law Enforcement Hall.

The trouble was now massive.

Because of their poor management, they would certainly have their contribution points deducted.

As for whether there would be heavier punishments, that would depend on whether the people behind them could protect them.

Regardless, these outer sect disciples would inevitably have to pay a large sum of contribution points due to the brawl between Yang Chun, Ji Chi, and Kong Shi.

These contribution points might be fines, or perhaps they would be used as bribes...

There was no way they could escape it!

"Everyone who laid a hand just now, come here!"

The white-haired old Daoist's voice was gloomy, his vicious gaze sweeping over the few injured chore disciples.

Ji Chi, Kong Shi, and Yang Chun's subordinates shivered all over, stepping forward obediently with their heads bowed, not daring to say a word.

"Take them! Bring them back for interrogation!"

The white-haired old Daoist waved his hand, and a row of black-robed Daoists behind him stepped forward, pulling out shackles one after another to lock up the seven or eight people, finally chaining them together in a line.

Only then did the white-haired old Daoist look down at Yang Chun beneath his feet, grinning hideously, "Your name is Yang Chun?"

"This Deacon, sir, I am Yang Chun, I..."

Yang Chun's face was full of terror as he spoke tremblingly.

"Hehe! This old Daoist has heard your name. I heard you're very arrogant and go around collecting protection fees? Ordinarily, this old Daoist wouldn't have any interest in dealing with trash like you!"

The white-haired old Daoist waved his hand, cutting Yang Chun off.

"However, you dared to fight in a public place in front of thousands of fellow disciples. You really don't take our Law Enforcement Hall seriously at all!"

As he spoke, the white-haired old Daoist pressed his boot down hard, grinding it into Yang Chun's face.

He didn't stop until Yang Chun's face was misshapen and covered in blood.

The onlookers all shivered in fright.

"So ruthless!"

Even Li Yunjing was secretly shocked. He had thought that a great immortal sect would be filled with grace and elegance; he never imagined there would be such vicious people within the sect.

This was truly an eye-opener.

It turned out that the immortal path had its peaceful side, but also its dark side.

This Law Enforcement Hall was the most terrifying internal organization.

It was specifically tasked with upholding the sect's laws.

If you violated the sect rules and were targeted by the Law Enforcement Hall, you were finished.

Unless you had a massive backer, there was absolutely no way to get through this ordeal easily.

This time, because of his arrogance, Yang Chun had fought with fellow disciples in a public place and openly violated the sect rules. Having been caught red-handed by the Law Enforcement Hall, he would be lucky to escape with his life.