Hong Kong film: The cop backs down, the ladies beg me to check his license.

Ye Tian, ​​held in her arms, turned his gaze back to Ding Xiaoxie.

Ding Xiaoxie finally caught his breath and managed to prop himself up against the wall. Listening to Ye Tian's words and seeing Fang Ting's complete dependence on Ye Tian, ​​the jealousy, anger, and resentment in his heart gnawed at him like venomous snakes, almost driving him mad.

Why? Why? What makes her inferior to Ye Tian? They're both involved in gangs, but is Ye Tian's method any cleaner? That stupid woman Fang Ting actually chose him over her?!

"Ye Tian!" Ding Xiaoxie roared hoarsely, his voice distorted by pain and agitation, "Are you even a man?! If you've got the guts, don't hide behind your henchmen! Be a man and fight me one-on-one!!!"

He tried to provoke him. He knew he was no match for that cold-faced man, but Ye Tian… maybe there was a chance! As long as he could capture Ye Tian, ​​there was still hope!

Upon hearing this, Ye Tian's face showed a strange expression, as if he had heard something extremely absurd.

He glanced at Wang Jianjun. Wang Jianjun's face was also expressionless, but a barely perceptible hint of mockery flashed in his eyes.

"Boss," Wang Jianjun said in a flat voice, "Why waste words with this kind of trash? Just get rid of him."

Ye Tian shook his head.

"Jianjun, you still don't understand me very well." He gently pushed Fang Ting away from his arms, letting her stand in a safe place by the wall, then took two steps forward to face Ding Xiaoxie.

"I don't have many enemies in Hong Kong." Ye Tian casually cracked his knuckles. "But if I have a grudge against someone, I'm used to dealing with them thoroughly."

"What do you mean by 'the sins of the family should not be visited upon them'?" He smiled, but there was no warmth in his smile. "That's a comfort the weak give themselves, or an excuse the strong use for not having time to deal with the aftermath. I'm a rather lazy person, and I don't like to leave any hidden dangers behind."

He stood in front of Ding Xiaoxie, looking down at him: "The best way to live a peaceful and long life is to surround yourself with 'friends' and have no 'enemies.' Even if you do have enemies, you must quickly turn them into 'friends of the past.'"

"Alright." Ye Tian nodded, as if bestowing a favor. "Since you're so eager to fight me, I'll give you the chance."

A fierce glint flashed in Ding Xiaoxie's eyes. His survival instinct and last hope of turning the tide made him unleash his remaining strength. He roared and, ignoring the excruciating pain in his abdomen and neck, leaped up from the ground. He feinted with his left hand and punched Ye Tian in the face with all his might with his right fist! This punch was faster and more ruthless than any of his previous attacks, carrying the desperate resolve of a cornered beast.

Ye Tian watched the fist coming at him, but didn't even adopt a proper fighting stance; he simply sighed softly.

"There are too many flaws."

Before he finished speaking, his body moved. Not backward, but forward half a step to meet the fist. At the same time, his upper body tilted slightly to the side, and Ding Xiaoxie's fist grazed his cheek, only stirring a few strands of hair.

In the instant their bodies crossed, Ye Tian's left arm shot out like a serpent, slipping through the opening left by Ding Xiaoxie's punch and suddenly wrapping around his right arm joint. His fingers tightened, his wrist flicked, and he twisted!

Click!

A crisp, clear sound that made your teeth ache.

"Ah—!!!" Ding Xiaoxie let out a shrill scream, his right arm hanging limply down, his shoulder joint dislocated.

Ye Tian didn't stop. He moved closer, his right hand locking Ding Xiaoxie's other intact arm like an iron clamp, restricting his movement. Then, his fist moved.

It wasn't the kind of sweeping, powerful strikes, but rather short, dense, and precise rapid-fire punches. The fists, like heavy drumbeats, landed almost simultaneously on Ding Xiaoxie's chest, ribs, solar plexus, and liver area on his side... Each strike was accompanied by a dull "thud," the sound of force penetrating muscles and vibrating internal organs.

With a final strike, Ye Tian lowered his body slightly and his right elbow, like a battering ram, slammed into Ding Xiaoxie's chest!

"Bang!"

A muffled thud, heavier than any sound before it.

Ding Xiaoxie's body was thrown backward as if hit by a speeding truck, slamming heavily against the wall again before sliding to the ground like a lump of mud. His mouth was open, but he couldn't make a decent sound; only blood and foam kept gushing from the corners of his mouth. His face instantly turned from red to green, and then to ashen.

Wang Jianjun's pupils contracted slightly. He could see clearly that Ye Tian's combo attack, seemingly simple, was actually cunning and ruthless. Each strike hit vital points or weak spots, especially the final elbow strike to the heart, whose power penetrated completely through the body. This Ding Xiaoxie's internal organs were probably severely damaged, beyond saving even by a miracle.

Ye Tian flicked his wrist, as if he had only done something insignificant. He walked up to Ding Xiaoxie, squatted down, and looked at the other's face, which was contorted with pain and suffocation.

"Is that all you've got?" His tone was flat, even a little disappointed. "You dare to kidnap people, and you dare to challenge me to a one-on-one fight?"

Ding Xiaoxie's eyes were beginning to glaze over, and his breathing was like a broken bellows, each inhale accompanied by the gurgling sound of blood and foam. He could clearly feel his life rapidly slipping away, as if countless knives were churning inside his body.

"You... have... half an hour left..." Ye Tian glanced at his watch, his tone as if he were announcing official business. "Cherish it. I keep my word and will accompany you through this final stretch."

Ding Xiaoxie's lips moved, and with his last bit of strength, he said haltingly, "...It...was...done...by myself...it has nothing to do with...my brother...them..."

He wanted to find a way to survive for his family.

Ye Tian looked at him and suddenly laughed, but there was not much joy in his laughter.

"Your father, Ting Hai, is a scoundrel. What kind of good person do you think you are?" he said slowly. "You've been stealing from others since you were a kid, and when you grew up, you joined gangs and did shady business. Those three of your brothers, weren't they all raised, educated, and kept in check by the dirty money you embezzled?"

"You're saying it has nothing to do with you?" Ye Tian shook his head. "You created their situation. You bear a large part of the blame for their crimes."

The last glimmer of light in Ding Xiaoxie's eyes dimmed, replaced by despair. He coughed up a mouthful of blood, pleading with his last breath, "Please...please...spare...my father...my...brother..."

Ye Tian stared at him quietly for a few seconds.

"Such deep brotherhood is truly touching." He said calmly, "Unfortunately, I'm not one to believe in that kind of thing."

"I am Ni Kun's illegitimate son, so we are related by blood. But I think he deserved to die, and I was quite happy when he was killed. In my happiness, I also wiped out the entire Ni family to avoid future trouble."

He leaned closer, lowering his voice to make sure only the dying Ding Xiaoxie could hear him: "My rule is simple—eliminate all the enemies, and those left around you will naturally be 'friends'."

"You cared so much about your brother, even begging for his life on your deathbed. It seems you two were truly close." Ye Tian nodded, as if confirming something. "Coincidentally, because of Tingting, I've also learned a little about your Ding family."