People are devouring everything; I have a bucket list.

Yangzhou City, Mingyue Residential Area.

The hovering flying motorcycle was parked at the entrance of the residential area.

Xiao Yang used his watch to verify his identity with the security guards at the entrance, and then drove Luo Feng into the residential area.

Because it was within the residential area, Xiao Yang drove slowly, which gave Luo Feng ample time to observe the surrounding scenery.

The community is entirely a villa area. Each villa occupies at least 500 square meters and at most 1,000 square meters, with its own independent courtyard boundaries. The tallest building in the area is the Yangzhou City Extreme Martial Arts School branch.

Luo Feng had visited the Extreme Martial Arts Hall here many times before he became a martial artist.

At that time, he envied the spacious environment of Mingyue Community, which was in stark contrast to his own cramped high-rise building without even an elevator.

"Is this Mingyue Residential Area?"

Luo Feng muttered to himself. It wasn't that he hadn't seen Mingyue Residential Area before, but rather that he realized he was about to work hard to bring his family here, which made him very emotional.

The flying motorcycle swept past the Extreme Martial Arts Hall and stopped near a "Villa King" covering an area of ​​1,200 square meters.

These are the five highest-grade villas in Mingyue Community, and all the residents here are important figures from the Extreme Martial Arts Academy.

Luo Feng was not surprised that a high-ranking general like Xiao Yang lived here.

Because he knew that the villas nearby were inhabited by high-ranking warriors from the Mingyue Community.

When the flying motorcycle stopped, Luo Feng jumped off and glanced at Xiao Yang, seemingly wanting to say something but holding back:

"Brother Xiao, be careful later."

Seeing Luo Feng's subtly caring reminder, Xiao Yang simply smiled and gave him a thumbs up.

Just then, hearing the roar of the flying motorcycle, Luo Hua's shouts came from a villa not far away:

"Dad, Mom, it's Xiao Yang's motorcycle! Go check if it's him coming home."

Upon hearing this, Luo Feng's face lit up with joy.

At this moment, Xiao Yang said with a smile:

"Hurry inside, I'll be right back."

After saying that, Xiao Yang started his motorcycle, turned around on the spot, and flew away from Mingyue Community.

Luo Feng glanced at Xiao Yang's departing figure, took a deep breath, and turned to walk towards the villa.

The motorcycle left Mingyue Community and arrived at a commercial plaza near the villa area where the Zhang family lived.

Xiao Yang parked his flying motorcycle in a roadside parking space, got off, and headed straight for the convenience store in the square.

He bought a pack of cigarettes at the counter, casually glanced at the store's security camera, and then asked the clerk if they had a restroom he could use.

After the shop assistant pointed out the direction to the restroom, Xiao Yang bought another pack of toilet paper, went straight into the restroom, and closed the door.

After running a quick rinse, Xiao Yang went to the sink and washed his hands while looking at his increasingly cold gaze in the mirror.

"I just signed a settlement agreement for 100 million yuan, and they immediately sent someone to break my leg."

"It seems that these spoiled rich kids will never learn their lesson."

"Zhang Zelong is a smart man; he knows how to pay compensation, apologize, and humble himself."

"But he can't control his son. If you give Zhang Haobai one chance, he'll think you're easy to bully; if you give him two chances, he'll think you're afraid of him."

"Furthermore, even if I were to demand compensation like Luo Feng, could the Zhang family afford it now?"

Xiao Yang sneered inwardly. Unlike Luo Feng, who hadn't yet demonstrated his strength and still had family to worry about, he was different.

Xiao Yang came from an orphanage, the director of which had long since passed away, and he had few acquaintances. On Earth, he was practically invincible.

In this situation, Xiao Yang wouldn't be as restrained as Luo Feng.

After placing the cigarettes he had bought in front of the sink, Xiao Yang looked up at the ventilation vent.

At that very moment,

Xiao Yang's body gradually turned into a bright orange-red.

Before long, a figure surrounded by orange flames appeared in the bathroom, but did not ignite anything except make the air a little hotter.

This is the result of Xiao Yang's training in the practice room last night.

Even after consuming two Devil Fruits, Xiao Yang's physical evolution continued unabated.

He checked the forum of the Limitless Home and found that cases like his, where the physique evolves rapidly, usually occur after consuming treasures such as the spirits of plants and trees, which leads to a period of rapid development.

During this period, there is no need to practice the Five Hearts Facing Heaven Method, because the cosmic energy accumulated in the body has not yet been fully digested, so there is no need to seek it outwards.

Also, because Xiao Yang brought the Luo family over last night, it was inconvenient for him to train his Zoan-type Devil Fruit's transformation ability.

Therefore, Xiao Yang spent the entire night practicing the Burning Fruit technique using the Primal Amplitude.

Even now, he can easily transform into fire and precisely control the burning of the flames.

What Xiao Yang didn't expect was that his hard work that night would be used to deal with Zhang Haobai.

"Truly, life is unpredictable."

Xiao Yang shook his head slightly. The next second, he transformed into a thin line of fire, shot out of the bathroom window, and flew into the street.

The weather in Yi'an District is nice today.

The faint line of fire moved extremely fast, leaving only a faint orange trace in mid-air. Ordinary people would only see a blur and not be able to see what happened.

In this high-speed movement, transformed into fire, Xiao Yang achieved a brief flight, heading straight for the villa area across the road.

at this time,

Inside the Zhang family villa.

Zhang Zehu, who had rushed back overnight, smashed the ashtray on the ground.

Bang!

Zhang Zehu scolded and beat:

"One hundred million?!"

"That little bastard dares to speak up!!"

"Brother, why did you just give them the money like that?"

Zhang Zelong glanced at Zhang Haobai, who was trembling beside him, and sighed:

"Ah Hu, there's nothing I can do."

"The people from Yi'an are clearly trying to use our money to do favors."

"If I don't agree, Haobai will definitely go in. When that happens, we'll be left with no one to turn to."

Zhang Zehu blushed upon hearing this, but did not refute Zhang Zelong's words:

"But next, we still need to donate money to the people at Yi'an Police Station to shut them up, and Haobai also needs to be detained for a few months, in accordance with the minimum legal sentence."

"Brother, this is practically bankrupt our family!"

Zhang Zelong was also heartbroken upon hearing this, but he still gritted his teeth and said:

"Ah Hu, I've already transferred the money, so please don't say anything more. I'm begging you."

"No, we have to find a way to get the money back, otherwise..."

Before Zhang Zehu could finish speaking, his voice caught in his throat, and his hair and beard suddenly began to burn.

Zhang Zehu's pupils constricted sharply, a deadly sense of danger making him instinctively want to struggle.

However, the attack was faster than his struggle!

A terrifying heat surged from his feet, instantly burning through his defenses.

The next second, Zhang Zehu suddenly transformed into a human-shaped ball of fire.

"Ah Hu?!" Zhang Zelong jumped up, his eyes wide.

Upon seeing this, Zhang Haobai screamed in alarm:

"uncle!!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a gust of wind howled, sending Zhang Haobai flying. He crashed into the wall, fell to the ground with a thud, and fainted.

"Haobai?!!"

Zhang Zelong was shocked at the sight, his eyes filled with fear:

"Who? Who is it?!"

Then, a loud bang!

Orange flames appeared in the hall of the Zhang family villa.

The next second, the sofa, the tea table, the curtains—everything that could be ignited—began to burn.

Right in the center of the firelight, a humanoid figure made of orange flames, as if it were the master of the flames, emerged.

The person's face was unclear, and Zhang Zelong even felt his eyes dry just looking at them.

At that moment, the humanoid figure of flames sighed softly:

"What a pity for this family, how could they only have one son?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Zelong disregarded his grief over losing his brother and the unknown fate of his son, and asked with sorrow and indignation:

"Who are you? What has our Zhang family done to offend you?"

"Heh~"

Xiao Yang chuckled softly, then said with a hint of pity:

"Your precious son just spent a full 500,000 yuan to buy my legs so that I can spend the rest of my life in a wheelchair."

"Zhang Zelong, you've raised a son like this, do you have anything to say about it?"

Zhang Zelong was stunned.

He turned to look at Zhang Haobai, then at his younger brother on the ground, whose body had been burned to ashes, and his eyes filled with tears.

"Zhang Haobai, Zhang Haobai, you're really awesome!!"

"The matter with Luo Feng isn't over yet, and now he's hiring someone to injure others?"

"Hehehe, hahahaha!!"

Looking at Zhang Zelong, who was laughing uncontrollably, Xiao Yang said calmly:

"Are you done laughing? If you're done laughing, it's time to hit the road."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Zelong's smile faded. He calmly glanced at the figure before him, whose face he couldn't quite make out, and gritted his teeth, saying:

"If possible, spare Haobai's life."

Xiao Yang's brow twitched, and he was about to refuse when Zhang Zelong said coldly:

"Break his legs for me, so he'll be a cripple in a hospital bed for the rest of his life!"

"Tell him that even if I go to hell, I will still hate him!"

After saying that, Zhang Zelong took out his phone and sent a final text message to his wife in front of Xiao Yang.

[Remarry. It's Haobai who wronged us.]

After he finished speaking, he tossed his phone to Xiao Yang and closed his eyes to await his death.

Xiao Yang caught the phone, the flames gently enveloping it. He glanced at the contents, then looked at Zhang Zelong, who was waiting to die, shook his head, and sighed.

"He's a real man."

The next moment, he clenched his fist and slammed it out!

The sky was filled with flames, which completely engulfed Zhang Zelong!

After doing all that, he walked through the living room, set everything in sight on fire, then lifted Zhang Haobai by the neck and let the orange flames engulf his legs and set his hands ablaze.

"Aaaaaah!!"

Zhang Haobai, who was in a coma, was suddenly awakened and let out a series of screams.

The smell of burning grease spread.

After burning Zhang Haobai's legs and hands, Xiao Yang threw Zhang Haobai into the villa's swimming pool.

Immediately afterwards, towering flames completely engulfed the Zhang family's villa.

"What's going on?"

"It seems like a fire broke out in the Xinyuan villa area?"

"Breaking news! 120!!"

The commotion immediately alerted the business people in the villa area.

Even in the square across the street, people started recording videos and calling the police.

And it was amidst this riot.

Xiao Yang walked out of the convenience store's restroom, a pack of cigarettes in his hand, and glanced at the clerk standing at the store entrance watching the commotion.

"What happened?" Xiao Yang asked the shop assistant.

The shop assistant scratched his head and said, "It seems like the villa area across the street caught fire."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Yang exclaimed in surprise, "A villa can actually catch fire? Then the property prices are likely to drop significantly."

"you do not say!"

After chatting casually with the clerk for a few minutes, Xiao Yang walked out of the convenience store, got on his flying motorcycle, glanced at the villa area on the opposite bank that was ablaze with flames, and twisted the throttle.

Roar--!

The flying motorcycle sped away with a roar.