Burial Ground

"Whether I can leave Chinatown isn't important. What you should be worrying about now is whether you can leave this room."

The muscles at the corner of Lin Chen's mouth twitched. He suddenly lashed out with a kick, striking Yang Hu's other leg. With a crack, it snapped clean in two.

"Argh!"

Yang Hu cried out in agony. One of his legs had already been crippled, forcing him to rely on crutches. Now that his other leg had been broken as well, how could he possibly remain standing?

Still, as Chinatown's underground overlord, Yang Hu shouted before dropping to his knees, "Someone, help me!"

His shout was loud enough. The two bodyguards outside had already heard a scream earlier and were wondering whether it had come from the room. They had hesitated over whether to enter. After all, there was a woman inside, while Yang Hu was a ruthless fighter who should not have been bullied so badly by a woman.

But at that moment, Yang Hu's cry for help came from the private room. The two men hurriedly shoved the door open and rushed in.

Lin Chen paid no attention to Yang Hu's reinforcements. He viciously stomped on his lower abdomen and said coldly, "I came to discuss business with you properly, yet you dared set your sights on her. You've got some nerve. You deserve punishment."

After saying that, Lin Chen raised his foot and stomped down again.

Bang!

That stomp forced Yang Hu to vomit up the lunch he had just eaten. It was utterly disgusting.

Bang, bang!

Someone knocked on the door outside and shouted, "Young Master, what happened?"

"Save me!"

Seeing that his bodyguards had arrived, Yang Hu seemed to have grabbed onto a lifeline and hurriedly cried out.

Hearing his voice, the two men