Age: My Small World

"Hehe, I'm quite curious to know why you're so arrogant."

Just then, a steady voice came from outside the door.

With a heavy blow, the lock on the door was knocked off, and the door was opened from the outside.

A handsome man walked in, wiping his hands with a tissue as he approached the two somewhat bewildered people.

The room wasn't very big, but it was about 70 square meters, and the living room was about 30 square meters. At that moment, Lin Hao immediately pushed Ah Shui toward Yang Jun, and then went to the bedroom himself, where there was a gun.

He knew that the other party was able to enter the house so easily probably because all the underlings outside had been dealt with.

You should know that the entire outer floor is filled with his underlings, dozens of them. Even if some haven't reacted yet, just those dozen or so people at the door would be enough to give an ordinary expert a hard time. As a result, the two of them didn't hear any noise at all while Yang Jun had already opened the door, and the situation outside was self-evident.

Most importantly, the scene of Yang Jun knocking the lock away was even more astonishing. As the number one henchman of Hesheng, Gray Wolf Lin Hao had no intention of fighting Yang Jun at this moment, and only thought about escaping.

Perhaps it was the peaceful life he had lived for several years that made him gradually forget his own bloodthirstiness and ruthlessness.

"Humph!"

Facing Ah Shui, who was pushed towards him by Lin Hao, Yang Jun slapped him across the head, nearly knocking it off.

This sight made Lin Hao quicken his pace even more.

Unfortunately, he was stopped before he could enter the bedroom.

A lifeless figure was left in front of the door; it was none other than Ah Shui, whom he had pushed out.

Lin Hao slowly turned around and looked at Yang Jun, who seemed to be playing with a mouse like a cat.

"Brother, which gang are you from? I'm Lin Hao from Hesheng. Is there some misunderstanding between us?"

"Misunderstanding? Don't tell me you don't know Pei Yuzhong."

Lin Hao chuckled dryly upon hearing the name.

"Hehe, I really don't know this Pei guy. If you're looking for money, I have some gold bars and cash here. If you want more, I'll go ask my men to bring them over for me."

Yang Jun waved his hand at him with a serious expression: "Foolish me, even if I kill you, these things will still be mine."

Lin Hao's lips twitched, and a bloodthirsty glint appeared in his eyes.

They really think he's an easy target? His reputation as the Gray Wolf was earned through sheer brutality, back in the day…

"Crack!"

Before Lin Hao could think further, Yang Jun impatiently threw a punch at him.

His incredible speed, combined with his master-level fist techniques, left Lin Hao, who still harbored a glimmer of hope, with almost no time to react before he was struck squarely in the chest.

Suddenly, a large part of his chest caved in, and blood began to seep from Lin Hao's eyes, ears, nose, and mouth.

"You..." He clutched his chest, as if trying to reactivate his heart, but to no avail.

"Ha, you've lost your ruthless heart and even five-tenths of your former skills. You deserve to die by my hand today."

Yang Jun shook his head.

Lin Hao's strength is certainly not bad. Even if he can't compare to a grandmaster, he is still among the top tier.

Moreover, grandmasters are not something you can find everywhere. Even Yang Jun has only seen a handful of grandmasters over the years.

After killing Lin Hao, Yang Jun sighed.

His perception range had long exceeded three hundred meters. Even outside the stronghold, he could hear the conversation between the two people inside. Therefore, he understood that Pei Yuzhong had indeed run into trouble in this stronghold and had died at the hands of Lin Hao.

"So it was because of a god-sister that he got into trouble. What a pity." According to Old Zhu, Pei Yuzhong had joined the office many years ago and was his most capable assistant here. I never expected that something like this would happen. I'm afraid Old Zhu will be furious when he finds out the truth.

"This kind of place shouldn't exist."

However, Yang Jun looked around and finally sat down with some resignation.

Even if he could kill Lin Hao, what difference would it make? It wouldn't change the state of the stronghold. Unless the authorities are determined to rectify the situation, killing one Lin Hao will only create another Wang Hao, Li Hao, or someone like that. It's far too easy for this area to produce such people.

"But even so, there are still some things that need to be done."

Before he came, he had learned about the situation in the walled city and knew that Lin Hao had done two heinous things here.

Now that Lin Hao has been dealt with, his two factories should also be reduced to ashes.

So Yang Jun ransacked the house, obtained a lot of valuables, and then left the room.

Hundreds of people had already gathered in the corridors and open spaces outside, all staring fiercely at Yang Jun as he stepped out of the house.

"It's so lively here."

Yang Jun wasn't intimidated at all.

"You bastard, he killed Brother Wolf! We must kill him to avenge Brother Wolf!"

Among the hundreds of people, not a single one was carrying a gun; they were all armed with machetes or iron bars.

Those who were qualified to carry guns are now corpses at Lin Hao's doorstep. They barely had a chance to fire before Yang Jun subdued them instantly and killed them.

That is to say, he had sensed them beforehand with his perception; otherwise, if there had been a few armed men among them, Yang Jun would have run away long ago.

"If you're going to do it, then do it. Why all the nonsense?"

Yang Jun knew he couldn't give these people time to unite; otherwise, if they were to become united in their hatred of the enemy and their spirits were high, it would take him a great deal of effort.

After saying that, he charged straight into the flock of sheep, punching and kicking them, causing the surrounding group of people to scream in agony.

Seeing that Yang Jun not only didn't run away, but instead attacked the crowd, the young man who had just spoken twitched his lips, and without bothering to say anything more, he picked up his machete and shouted for everyone to charge forward side by side.

However, having too many people also makes things difficult. Only about ten people can get close to Yang Jun, while the rest wait on the periphery. It looks like he has surrounded hundreds of people on the other side all by himself.

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

How strong is Yang Jun? It's almost beyond the realm of human strength. How could an ordinary person possibly be his match?
These thugs were almost always injured upon contact or knocked down by a mere graze; none could withstand a single blow from Yang Jun's fists and feet.

His hands, like snake heads, snaked and snatched the thug's cleaver. Then he unleashed the Eight Steps Thirteen Slashes, making it impossible for anyone to get within three steps of him.

"Ahhh!"

The screams carried far and wide, startling those on the periphery.

After everyone had carefully examined the situation in the very center, the people around them immediately withdrew from the circle.

Yang Jun was surrounded by a dense crowd of people, yet he wielded two machetes with remarkable ease, showing no signs of exhaustion.

The underlings exchanged glances, then tacitly continued to retreat.

Gradually, this retreat turned into a rout.

"Run! He's not human, he's a monster!" (End of Chapter)