The sky collapsed, and in the blink of an eye, I found myself transported to Nanluoguxiang.

Li Kaixin turned around and walked menacingly toward the eight people sprawled on the ground.

Upon seeing this, the man named Ma Zi wanted to speak, but because he had been pricked with needles, he couldn't say anything.

Apart from the two whose legs were broken, who were still groaning, the other five, though silent, were all deathly pale.

Li Kaixin squatted down, singled out the leader, and pulled out the silver needles.

The leader, realizing he could move again, immediately kowtowed and begged for mercy: "Hero, spare my life! Hero, spare my life!"

Li Kaixin, holding a machete, patted his face: "How can you be so greedy? You just took the money and left, I might not have even made a move."

He then rubbed the blade against his neck again, coldly saying, "Now tell me, what should I do?"

Upon hearing this, the leader was filled with remorse. Then, seeing the gleaming machete dangling at his neck, his face turned green. He had just been planning to take the money and release the man!

Thinking of this, he cursed Ma Zi a thousand times in his heart. He suddenly turned his head and pointed at Ma Zi, who was lying on the ground, his voice trembling with tears: "Good man, it was all...it was his bad idea. I really wanted to let you go."

When the boss pointed him out, Ma Zi's eyes widened in disbelief, and he stammered.

Li Kaixin hadn't expected the leader to be so cowardly, and lost interest in teasing him. His face darkened: "Stop giving me that nonsense, just tell me! How do you want to handle this?"

"Good sir, how about I give you all the money I have on me?"

After carefully finishing speaking, the leader glanced at Li Kaixin's face. Seeing that he was unmoved, he gritted his teeth, grabbed one of his arms, and twisted it sharply.

With a crisp "crack," his arm was immediately dislocated.

He groaned in pain, cold sweat pouring down his face, and he stammered, "Good...good man, is this...is this alright?"

Seeing this, Li Kaixin's opinion of the leader changed somewhat, and he nodded, his tone softening slightly:

"Don't blame me. If you were only after money, I would have just robbed you of your money after letting us go. But you want to detain people, so don't blame me for being ruthless."

Then, he waved his hand and said, "Leave the money and go."

"Thank you, hero! Thank you, hero!"

The leader felt as if he had been granted a pardon. He hurriedly pulled out all the money in his pocket, supported his dislocated arm, and staggered toward the alley entrance.

However, as he passed the man named Ma Zi, he gave him a vicious look.

Next, Li Kaixin dealt with the other six people except for the one named Ma Zi.

Two of them already had their legs broken by him, and he only made them pay the money.

Ma Zi watched helplessly as his accomplices were released one by one, leaving him alone, paralyzed on the spot. His crotch was instantly soaked; he had wet himself in fear.

Li Kaixin didn't rush to deal with him, but instead waved to Zhou Zhiming and Song Hai.

He didn't mean anything by it; he just wanted the two of them to practice their courage. After he made the move, the two of them had been standing still, clearly frightened.

When they saw their senior brother (master) beckoning to them, Zhou Zhiming and Song Hai, who had been stunned, became somewhat at a loss.

Master Chen seemed to understand Li Kaixin's intention and encouraged him from the side, "Go ahead, it's nothing."

As he spoke, he reached out and gently pushed the two of them forward, then followed them.

When the two arrived, Li Kaixin first handed the machete to Zhou Zhiming, with a gentle smile on his face, and said softly, "Zhiming, take the knife."

As he spoke, he pointed with his other finger at the pockmarked man lying on the ground: "Give him a beating, as long as he doesn't die."

"No, no, Master, I can't do it." Zhou Zhiming waved his hand, looking terrified.

Seeing his reaction, Li Kaixin knew it was somewhat unreasonable, but she still said seriously:

"Zhiming, in our line of work, bloodshed is inevitable. I'm trying to get you used to it beforehand. Think it over yourself."

As soon as he finished speaking, he stuck the knife into the ground, turned around and walked to Master Chen's side to see what Zhou Zhiming would decide.

Zhou Zhiming stood there, looking at his master and then at his grandmaster. After thinking for a long time, he finally bent down slowly, grasped the hilt of the knife, and walked step by step toward Ma Zi.

Seeing his decision, Li Kaixin and Master Chen exchanged a glance and nodded slightly.

Ma Zi panicked even more. He had clearly heard that the kid in front of him was a novice, and if he didn't know his own strength, he might even kill him.

But with the silver needles pricking him, he couldn't even beg for mercy.

Zhou Zhiming stopped in front of Ma Zi, his hand gripping the knife trembling violently. He gritted his teeth and finally swung the blade down.

At first, they were afraid, but the thought that this person in front of them would not let them go made them hit harder and harder, faster and faster.

Later, he simply threw the knife away and started using his fists and feet, yelling as he hit him, "You'll get what you deserve! You won't let me go!"

Seeing that Zhou Zhiming was almost done, Li Kaixin gave Song Hai a wink.

Although Song Hai was usually taciturn, he had mentally prepared himself for this situation and stepped forward without hesitation, punching and kicking Ma Zi.

After the two stopped, panting, Li Kaixin stepped forward and removed the silver needles from Ma Zi's body.

However, although it was Zhou Zhiming and Song Hai's first time hitting someone, they did not lose their temper like other newcomers. They held back their strength, so for someone like Ma Zi who was involved in the black market, it was just a matter of physical pain.

Sure enough, as soon as the silver needle was removed, the pockmarked man burst into tears, begging for mercy: "Hero, spare my life! Hero, spare my life! I'll never do it again! Please, have mercy on me, just let me go!"

As he spoke, he kowtowed to Li Kaixin.

"Sure! Leave the money here and let's go." Li Kaixin smiled and nodded in response.

Ma Zi paused in his kowtowing, somewhat incredulous, and looked up tentatively, "Really...really?"

Seeing that Li Kaixin didn't make any move, Ma Zi immediately took out the money he had on him and put it on the ground.

Then, turning back every few steps, he walked towards the alley entrance.

Once he was far enough away from Li Kaixin, Ma Zi breathed a sigh of relief and immediately started running.

Just as he rushed into the alley corner, several hands suddenly reached out from the shadows and pulled him into a corner.

Two henchmen held him up on either side, while the leader, along with another brother, rubbed their hands together and stared at him coldly.

It turned out that the leader was quite skilled in martial arts. After escaping, he reattached his arm at the alley entrance and later helped his men set their bones as well.

They waited here on purpose. Except for the two with broken legs who were sent back first, the other four did not leave.

Seeing the sneers on the four men's faces, Ma Zi forced out a smile that looked more like a grimace: "B-Big Brother, you haven't left yet?"

"What do you think, Pockmarked Guy?"

The leader spat, then noticed the man's arms and legs were intact, fueling his anger. He waved to his three henchmen, "Beat him! Break all four of his limbs!"

After saying that, the four of them rushed forward.

After a few crisp "snap" sounds, Ma Zi's limbs went limp and fell down.