That's a Toy

Chaoge KTV was not far from Ye Siyu's convenience store, just two streets away. At his speed, he got there quickly. When he reached the entrance, Ye Siyu stopped. He had been so anxious that he had forgotten to ask Xiao Hua which room his younger brother was in.

With no other choice, he took out his phone and called his brother to ask where he was, but he could not get through. Ye Siyu frowned even more deeply, then called Xiao Hua.

"Brother Yu, Xiao Wen is in room 302!" Xiao Hua knew why Ye Siyu was calling and gave him the room number as soon as he picked up.

After learning where his brother was, Ye Siyu walked straight into Chaoge KTV.

A lot of people were standing outside room 302. Their scruffy clothes made it clear they were all petty thugs, and many curious onlookers were peering over from nearby.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

"Hahaha! You're mighty, Brother Zhang!"

"That's right! Show these little bastards what happens when they mess with us!"

Through gaps in the crowd, Ye Siyu could see a group of thugs in the middle of room 302 surrounding and beating a group of youths. In a corner of the room, several girls were huddled together, panic written on their faces.

"Brats, weren't you acting pretty tough just now? Watch how your daddy deals with you tonight." A burly man at the head of the group seized a boy on the floor by the collar and lifted him up. He slapped the boy's swollen, bruised face as he spoke with a vicious look.

Outside the room, a blaze of anger surged in Ye Siyu's chest at the sight. The youth the burly man was holding was none other than Ye Siyu's younger brother, Ye Siwen.

"Whoosh!"

"Bang!"

Ye Siyu charged straight in and viciously kicked the man holding his brother by the collar. He showed no mercy, knocking the burly man to the floor with a single kick.

"Brother!" Ye Siwen froze when the man holding him was kicked away, then realized that the person who had helped him was his older brother.

"Xiao Wen, are you all right?" Ye Siyu asked as he helped his brother up. Seeing the injuries on his face and the bloody spittle at the corner of his mouth, Ye Siyu was furious.

"Brother Zhang!" Only then did the lackeys nearby react. Some went to help their boss off the floor, while others moved to grab Ye Siyu, the man who had hit him.

"Brother! Watch out!" Ye Siwen cried out when he saw the thugs charging at his brother.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Even without Ye Siwen's warning, Ye Siyu had already heard the commotion behind him. He spun around and lashed out with his right leg like a whip. Relying on reflexes much faster than an ordinary person's and the experience he had gained from Basic Combat Mastery, he knocked the thugs charging at him to the floor in an instant.

Brother Zhang, who had been helped up by his lackeys, saw this and roared, "A Hu, kill him!"

A burly man with a tiger tattoo stepped out of the crowd, cracking his knuckles as he looked at Ye Siyu with ill intent and said:

"Kid, you're a pretty good fighter. How about a round with me?"

He wore a black tank top, and his body was covered in bulging muscles. His arms were as thick as other men's thighs, with a fierce white-fronted tiger tattooed on one of them. A scar ran across his face, making him a fearsome sight. Behind Ye Siyu, Ye Siwen and his friends went pale with fright.

The burly man called A Hu suddenly threw a punch at Ye Siyu. His arm, thicker than Ye Siyu's thigh, whistled through the air as it sped toward Ye Siyu's head. If the punch landed squarely, it would knock him unconscious at best and give him a concussion at worst.

"Brother!" Ye Siwen's expression changed drastically when he saw the force behind the punch, and he could not help crying out.

Unlike the panicked people behind him,

Ye Siyu remained perfectly calm in the face of A Hu's punch. He did not react at all, as though the punch were not aimed at him. Just when everyone thought A Hu's fist was about to hit him, Ye Siyu moved. He leaned slightly to the left and dodged the seemingly ferocious punch.

"Bang!"

The instant Ye Siyu dodged A Hu's fist, he grabbed both of A Hu's shoulders and drove his right knee upward, striking the soft spot at A Hu's side with a swift, vicious knee strike.

"Ah!" A Hu screamed as the blow struck his side, but before his scream had ended, Ye Siyu slammed an elbow into his face, showing no mercy whatsoever.

A Hu had struck so viciously when there was no grudge between them. If Ye Siyu had been an ordinary person, he certainly would not have been able to dodge that punch; if it had hit him, he would have suffered a concussion even if it did not kill him. Since A Hu was so vicious, he could not blame Ye Siyu for hitting back just as hard.

After taking Ye Siyu's elbow to the head, A Hu fell straight to the floor. Ye Siyu looked thin and weak, but he was considerably stronger than an ordinary person, to say nothing of the fact that an elbow strike was among the most powerful moves in combat techniques.

A Hu felt the world spin around him and immediately passed out.

In less than a second, the seemingly imposing A Hu had been knocked to the floor by Ye Siyu.

"A Hu, are you all right?" Zhang Ling's face changed drastically as he looked at A Hu lying on the floor.

A Hu was his top fighter, yet today he had been knocked down in an instant by such a scrawny young man. How could Zhang Ling not be shocked?

"What are you waiting for? Get him together and hack him to death!" Seeing this, Zhang Ling knew that Ye Siyu was no ordinary person, but a trained fighter. He immediately shouted for the lackeys watching nearby to attack. Ye Siyu's actions were undoubtedly a slap in his face, and he would take revenge at any cost.

The thugs beside Zhang Ling exchanged glances and nodded, then pulled switchblades from their waists and lunged at Ye Siyu together.

No matter how well he could fight, could he take on more than a dozen men by himself?

Seeing this, Ye Siwen and the others behind Ye Siyu turned deathly pale and trembled all over. They were just ordinary college students; they had never seen anything like this.

"Courting death."

Ye Siyu snorted coldly and reached inside his coat. He took a black pistol with a metallic sheen from his Storage Space and pointed it at the thugs charging toward him.

"Ah!"

When they saw Ye Siyu pull out a gun, the thugs charging at him were so frightened that they immediately stopped.

"Don't be afraid, that's a toy!" Seeing that his lackeys had all been frightened by the gun in Ye Siyu's hand, he shouted loudly. He did not believe the gun was real.