In the apocalypse, I have a flying house with unlimited upgrades.

After Ye Ziming chose a different target to strike, the blond-haired man lying on the ground let out a long sigh of relief.

He felt as if his internal organs had shifted, his lips were numb as if they had lost all feeling, his gums were swollen and aching, and a thick, bloody smell filled his mouth and went straight to his nose.

Yellow Hair lay motionless on the ground, showing no intention of trying to get up and rejoin the fight.

This beating really affected him. If it had happened before his first time skipping class, he might have been able to turn over a new leaf, work hard, and eventually get into university.

The man, who had been agitated and had bloodshot eyes, fell straight to the ground after Ye Ziming struck him hard with a stick.

The second strike, accompanied by a powerful gust of wind, came swiftly.

Unexpectedly, the man lying on the ground had a bloodshot look in his eyes, and the color drained from his face at a visible speed.

His expression was ferocious, and he let out a strange, inhuman cry.

"Oh ho, still not convinced? Show your teeth again and see what happens."

Ye Ziming picked up a baseball bat and stabbed it into the mouth of the screaming man with perfect control of the force, leaving him bewildered but not mentally damaged.

Thanks to Xu Shuai's special training, he also knows when to use a lighter touch and when to use a heavier one.

Ye Ziming turned around, his eyes wide with anger, looking for a new target.

Only then did I realize that the group of people who had previously acted arrogantly and thought they were number one and number two were actually the ones who had previously acted arrogantly and thought they were number one and number two.

At this moment, his head was bowed like a quail, timid and hesitant, not daring to even breathe.

The hands that were gripping the sticks were trembling uncontrollably.

Everyone had been hit by Ye Ziming's stick to some extent; the pain that penetrated the skin and reached the bone marrow was unforgettable.

Xu Shuai's decisiveness and Ye Ziming's bravery terrified this group of people who usually only knew how to bully the weak and fear the strong, and who had no real skills.

In the group, someone took a step back, which immediately triggered a wave of panicked retreat.

"Damn it, charge forward! It's 13 against 1, what are you afraid of?"

Wang Qing, who was stationed at the rear to provide support, picked up a baseball bat and struck his henchman who was running away the fastest.

Determined to make an example of someone and re-establish his authority, Wang Qing swung his bat with great force.

The powerful blow left the unsuspecting henchman dizzy and disoriented, collapsing to the ground foaming at the mouth.

He stomped on the face of his henchman who was lying on the ground, his vicious gaze sweeping over the group of underlings: "All of you, go back now. Let's see who dares to run away."

The group, caught in a dilemma, would sometimes look back at Ye Ziming, who remained calm and smiling, and other times turn to look at Wang Qing, whose expression was fierce and who used to never mention brotherhood.

After some thought, one of the henchmen rolled his eyes, grabbed a stick, shouted, and ran wildly towards Ye Ziming.

"Well done, Feng Yuan, you really boosted morale. Look at you guys, a bunch of useless trash, why aren't you following along?"

Wang Qing shouted, his defiant gaze fixed on Xu Shuai, who was leaning against the car.

"Spare the rod and spoil the child"—that's what courage is all about.

To be honest, seeing Ye Ziming, this demonic pill, fighting nine opponents at once without being at a disadvantage, and using a mad dog-like fighting style of trading injuries for injuries, Wang Qing was a little scared.

But he is the eldest brother after all, and he has to save face, at least on the surface, and must show his strength.

Only now did he understand why Young Master Wang had changed his usual habits and, without explanation, had used various means to send him all the information about Xu Shuai and his companion from childhood to adulthood, even the information that had been sealed away.

Damn it, I should have known better than to embezzle that money. I also brought too few people with me. I should have known better than to be so arrogant.

Full of energy with nowhere to vent, Ye Ziming's face lit up with joy as he watched the man return. He gripped his baseball bat and waited patiently.

There was no other way; once out of battle, he couldn't force a pursuit—this was an ironclad rule Xu Shuai had set for him.

Otherwise... as if recalling the hardships of special training, Ye Ziming secretly turned around and glanced at her.

He happened to meet Xu Shuai's meaningful gaze, chuckled, and stood there obediently.

At this moment, Ye Ziming was calculating the distance between the two sides and making preparations in advance, aiming to strike three blows in one second.

Suddenly seeing the man running towards him, he fell to his knees with a thud when he was less than three meters away.

He kowtowed repeatedly, muttering, "Brother, I know I was wrong. Please forgive me. I will definitely reform myself and strive to be a good young person of the new era."

"I..." Ye Ziming hesitated, his expression strange, looking at Xu Shuai with confusion.

This method of lifting it high and then gently putting it down almost caused him internal injury.

Xu Shuai, leaning against the car and behaving with elegance, was also amazed upon seeing this.

"Don't say I didn't give you a chance. Those who lay down their weapons now and leave voluntarily can be treated as if nothing happened."

Xu Shuai clapped his hands, drawing everyone's attention.

A bunch of lackeys, who are all opportunists, there's no need to keep pressing them. On the contrary, it's Wang Qing hiding in the back.

This person came with a mission. Even if we let him go now, there's no guarantee he won't come back to settle scores later.

In the days to come, the number of people he brings to settle scores will only increase, and they must be defeated all at once.

"Let's see who dares to leave. Have you all forgotten the rules of joining the gang and the poisonous oath you swore before Lord Guan?"

Wang Qing roared, as if he could already imagine what his fate would be after his men ran away.

"I'll only count to three. If you're still standing there after the count, don't say I didn't give you a chance."

Xu Shuai remained unhurried, showing no regard for Wang Qing. Seeing the crowd wavering, he raised his left hand, held up three fingers, and uttered a clear and forceful "Three!"

"If you stay where you are, at worst you'll get a beating and spend half a month in the hospital."

"Running away will definitely violate the gang rules. I can't take the punishment of being stabbed three times and stabbed six times. I'm not leaving. If you want to run, you run."

The group huddled together, whispering and discussing the matter, but no one chose to leave.

Xu Shuai gathered his strength in his dantian and roared, "Two!"

Ye Ziming, who was watching the game with his bat closed, also cooperated by striking the ground with the tip of his baseball bat, making a "thump thump thump" sound.

"A wise man knows when to yield. If he dares to settle scores with my family, I dare to confess to the police. At worst, we'll both have secure jobs."

Unable to bear the torment any longer, Feng Yuan let out a desperate scream.

This made Wang Qing's heart skip a beat, and his temples throbbed wildly.

With a clang, Feng Yuan dropped the stick in his hand on the ground, turned around and ran away.

Seeing someone leave first, then seeing Xu Shuai slowly lower his second finger.

Clang!

Clang!

One sound, two sounds... the successive thuds of clubs hitting the ground transformed into spears, stabbing viciously into Wang Qing's heart.

In the blink of an eye, all of his henchmen, except for the four lying unconscious on the ground, dropped their weapons.

This means that these people would rather break the gang rules and implicate their families than fight against Ye Ziming again; they are determined to escape.

True heartbreak is not about shouting and screaming, but about being silently abandoned after careful consideration.

Wang Qing's eyes widened, and he couldn't help but take a step forward. His voice was still loud, but his tone was already panicked: "Stop right there! Come back!"

Just then, the younger brother, who had been coaxed to sleep by Ye Ziming and had been lying on the ground without uttering a sound for a long time, suddenly sprang up like a spring.

He made a "hohoho" sound and moved swiftly, grabbing the ankle that flashed past him.