Brother Lang

When the two men saw Su Ye catch their full-force blows with ease, they were startled.

Both were Zhao Lang's trusted aides, and among Brother Lang's followers, they were considered capable fighters.

Of all the people they usually encountered, only Brother Lang and his younger brother could have caught their full-force blows without lifting a finger.

Su Ye looked at the two shocked men and clenched his hands.

"Crack!"

"Ah!"

A piercing pain shot through their hands.

"They're broken..."

The two cried out in unison.

Inside the private room, Zhao Lang and Zhao Lei also heard the screams from outside and immediately ran out.

When Zhao Lang came out of the private room, he saw a handsome young man of about twenty "holding" the hands of two of his subordinates.

His subordinates were crying out in pain as though they were at death's door, and Zhao Lang was slightly startled. These two were his most capable men, and the young man who had subdued them so effortlessly was clearly not as simple as he appeared. Besides, Zhao Lang sensed an unworldly aura about him.

Zhao Lei also noticed that something was amiss and turned to look at his older brother, Zhao Lang. He was only rebellious and poorly disciplined; he wasn't stupid!

"Where did these two blind fools of mine offend you, sir? I, Zhao Lang, apologize on their behalf. Please be magnanimous and let them go."

Zhao Lang cupped his fist in his palm and saluted Su Ye as he spoke.

"Oh? Who are you?"

Su Ye looked Zhao Lang up and down as he asked.

"My name is Zhao Lang. They're my subordinates, and this establishment, the Heavenly Capital, is also my property."

Faced with Su Ye, whom he couldn't see through, Zhao Lang answered honestly.

At that, Su Ye released the two men's hands, dusted off his palms, and came over to Zhao Lang.

"Were you the one who beat up a young man in the alley beside the hospital yesterday?"

Both Zhao Lang and Zhao Lei were slightly startled by the question.

Could that kid really have some backing? Could the man in front of us have some connection to him? Zhao Lang and Zhao Lei both wondered inwardly.

You can't accomplish anything, but you're more than capable of making a mess... Zhao Lang shot his younger brother Zhao Lei a furious glance.

"Hehe, how should I address you, brother?" In the blink of an eye, Zhao Lang put on a smiling face and asked Su Ye.

"You haven't answered my question," Su Ye said calmly, glancing at him, though he had secretly grown wary.

"That's right. Yesterday, my good-for-nothing younger brother did have a minor dispute with a young man outside the hospital. If he has offended you, please give us some leeway. I'm willing to offer compensation!"

Zhao Lang cupped his fist in his palm and saluted Su Ye as he spoke.

So it was his younger brother who did it...

Su Ye muttered to himself, glancing at Zhao Lei, who stood behind and to the side of Zhao Lang.

"Compensation? That friend of mine had a leg broken. How do you intend to compensate him?"

Su Ye asked, somewhat amused.

"What kind of compensation would you like? Money? Women?" Zhao Lang thought Su Ye really would compromise, so he made the offer.

Living in the world, even some martial arts grandmasters inevitably fell prey to the temptations of worldly power and money. Zhao Lang had some confidence on that front; after all, he had fought his way up for decades and now controlled Lingnan's underground forces.

"I'm a man who knows whom to repay and whom to settle scores with. Your brother broke my friend's leg, so how about we break one of his legs too?"

Su Ye spoke with a resolute gaze.

"Must you really press us so relentlessly?"

By now, Zhao Lang understood perfectly well that the kid had plainly been toying with him. His gaze sharpened as he spoke.

"I am going to press you relentlessly today. What are you going to do about it?"

Sensing the killing intent in Zhao Lang's eyes, Su Ye dared not be careless. He feared no one in a one-on-one fight, and he wouldn't be afraid even if dozens more came. What he feared was that his opponents might have firearms, and besides, this was their turf.

After all, up to now, Su Ye had only dealt with firearms once, and on that occasion he had struck first, giving his opponent no chance to react.

Su Ye began gathering spiritual energy in both hands so he could unleash a spell in an instant, in case they tried to catch him off guard.

As Su Ye released his spiritual energy and made his quiet preparations, Zhao Lang felt a chill sweep over him. It was an instinct born of a sixth sense, and it was precisely because of this instinct that he, Zhao Lang, had been able to fight his way through Lingnan's underground for decades and reach his present position.

Could his strength be far beyond mine? Zhao Lang began to regret this, and cursed Zhao Lei several times over in his heart. Once this storm had passed, he had to discipline the kid twice as hard.

"Please don't be angry, sir. Since that's how it is, I'll do as you wish!" Zhao Lang instantly seemed to put on a different face. He spoke to Su Ye amiably, as though he were a different man from a moment ago.

With that, Zhao Lang sighed and turned around, as though he had reached some decision.

Seeing this, Zhao Lei was startled. Could big brother really be afraid of this kid? Does he want to break my leg?

"Big brother, what are you doing?"

Zhao Lei suddenly panicked.

"Big brother, he's just bluffing. What are you afraid of him for?"

Hearing his younger brother Zhao Lei open his mouth and mock Su Ye again, Zhao Lang was startled. He promptly slapped Zhao Lei across the face!

"Still talking? If you didn't spend all day loafing around, bullying men and women, how could you have caused this kind of trouble? From now on, don't even think about setting foot outside the house!"

Zhao Lang began to lecture Zhao Lei in front of Su Ye.

By now, the slap had left Zhao Lei dazed. He couldn't remember when his brother had last hit him like that.

Could this young man before him be someone even his brother feared? Zhao Lei was also a Houtian Realm martial artist and knew at least a little about the martial arts world.

By now, Zhao Lei had also roughly figured it out. This time... he probably couldn't escape this calamity...

Zhao Lang looked at his brother's pale, bloodless face and couldn't bear it, but he had no choice. Su Ye was still watching from the side.

Zhao Lang closed his eyes. When he opened them again, they were full of resolve, and he said to Zhao Lei:

"Stick your leg out."

Zhao Lei stood there with his head lowered, as though he hadn't heard.

Seeing this, Zhao Lang signaled to the two subordinates behind Su Ye. They immediately came over and pulled Zhao Lei's left leg out!

Zhao Lang extended his right hand and quickly punched Zhao Lei's left leg below the knee!

"Ah!!!"

Zhao Lei's screams filled the entire third floor!

While remaining on guard, Su Ye also released his divine sense and swept it over Zhao Lei's left leg.

It really is broken... How decisive, Su Ye thought to himself.