My disciple, you are now invincible. Go down the mountain and wreak havoc on the world!

The moment the cold light flashed, the Su family's living room erupted into chaos.

The women from the collateral branches screamed and crawled under the sofa, fruit platters and teacups were smashed all over the floor, and juice and snacks were splattered all over the carpet.

The seven or eight burly men in black, wielding gleaming machetes, charged wildly, causing chaos and destruction wherever they went. They were like hungry wolves just released from prison, their ferocity so overwhelming that it was hard to breathe.

Su Zhenhai collapsed to the ground, watching the blade hurtle towards Ye Xunhuan. A sly smile played on his lips before he forced himself to sit up, straining to shout in a mocking tone:

"Stop! All of you, stop! This is the Su family's old residence! This is not a place for you to run wild. What do you think this is? Have you no regard for the law?!"

He shouted so loudly that he didn't budge an inch. Instead, he quietly shrank behind a pillar, afraid that some unsuspecting knife or stick might brush against him.

Su Zhenhai was secretly overjoyed—

Zhao Zhenyu is a decent guy; he found some ruthless and wild people.

Judging from the bulging waistbands of their leader, he's probably carrying a gun.

Ha ha--?

I'm afraid that even if Ye Xunhuan, that little beast, doesn't die, he'll be crippled for life!

Seeing this, Zhao Zhenyu straightened his back, squeezed from the back of the crowd to the front, pointed at Ye Xunhuan's nose, and spat everywhere.

"Everyone saw it clearly! It was this kid who first spread rumors, fabricated evidence, and framed the elders of the Su family!"

"These brothers came to uphold justice! These swindlers and heretics deserve to die here!"

As he spoke, he glanced sideways at Su Qingyuan, adding insult to injury with a sinister look.

"Qingyuan, you colluded with outsiders to murder your uncle and seize the family fortune. Once we deal with this pretty boy, you'll be next! Then let's see who can protect you!"

"However, as long as you follow me, I can still speak on your behalf."

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a crisp "crack" was heard.

Ye Xunhuan chewed the strawberry lollipop in his mouth until it was crushed to pieces, making a crunching sound as he chewed. He reached out and gently pulled Su Qingyuan behind him, not forgetting to pinch her soft hand with his fingertips.

His tone was lazy and listless, as if he hadn't woken up yet.

"Honey, don't listen to his barking."

"After we've finished teasing them, shall I make him bark at you like a dog?"

Su Qingyuan was startled and was about to say "Watch out for the pole" when the figure in front of her suddenly blurred.

No one saw how Ye Xunhuan moved.

The two burly men at the front, holding steel pipes, suddenly stopped mid-roar, their voices cut off like ducks being choked.

Ye Xunhuan stood in front of them, grabbed them by the neck with one hand each, and slammed them face to face.

"Click—"

A sharp, teeth-grinding cracking sound rang out as the burly man's machete and steel pipe slammed into the solid wood floor with a clang, leaving a shallow dent.

Their noses were broken, their eyes were wide open, they were in so much pain they couldn't even scream, their faces were a deep purplish-red, and cold sweat was pouring down their foreheads like rain.

"Heh heh heh, is that all the skill you've got? You dare to come out and work as a thug?"

Ye Xunhuan flicked his wrist lightly.

Those two burly men, each weighing over 200 pounds, were lifted up like two tattered sacks and slammed horizontally at their accomplices rushing towards them from behind.

With two muffled thuds, several people crashed into each other, the sound of ribs breaking echoing. They rolled on the ground, curled up like shrimp, gasping for breath in pain, unable to even get up.

The remaining burly men were stunned on the spot.

They were all ruthless characters who had fought their way up from the underground boxing ring. They had blood on their hands and carried heavy burdens. What tough guys hadn't they seen?

But this kid in front of me looks like a college graduate, so how could he be so ruthless?

While he was still in a daze, Ye Xunhuan had already swayed over.

He walked with his hands in his pockets and the remaining half of a candy stick dangling from his mouth, swaying as if he were taking a leisurely stroll in the neighborhood after a meal.

But with each step he took forward, those burly men involuntarily took a step back, their hair standing on end, as if they were being stared at by a ferocious beast.

"Why are you running away? Weren't you so arrogant just now? Weren't you going to cripple me?"

Ye Xunhuan grinned, revealing a set of white teeth. He looked at the bright sunshine, but he was ruthless in his actions.

He raised his foot and kicked the knee of the man on the far left.

With another sharp "crack," the man's knee bent backward at an unnatural angle, and he fell to the ground clutching his leg, screaming like a pig being slaughtered, his voice hoarse from yelling.

He then turned sideways and threw a punch, which landed squarely on the second man's stomach. The man immediately curled up like a shrimp, spitting out bile and acid from his mouth, and collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

It took no more than three seconds.

Seven or eight top fighters from the underground boxing ring, who claimed to be able to take on ten opponents at once, lay sprawled on the ground, none of them able to stand.

Machetes were scattered all over the ground, and cries of agony rose and fell, like the gates of a slaughterhouse had been opened.

The burly man with the big gold chain who turned and ran away suffered the most.

Ye Xunhuan's fist grazed his chin, dislocating his jaw and sending half of his teeth flying. He lay on the ground, whimpering, unable to speak, tears mixed with blood streaming down his face. He didn't even have the strength to lift his head.

At that moment, their henchman instinctively pulled out his gun and pulled the trigger at Ye Xunhuan.

In his view, no matter how good Ye Xunhuan was at fighting, even if he could take on ten or a hundred people, so what? No matter how fast he was, could he be faster than a bullet?

A gunshot rang out, and everyone fell silent.

Su Zhenhai looked astonished, but couldn't hide the elation in his heart.

Once Ye Xunhuan, the biggest problem, is dealt with, the rest will be no problem.

But before he could laugh out loud, the bullet he was holding between Ye Xunhuan's two fingers was flicked back with a "whoosh".

"bite--!"

The leader of the thugs had a bloody hole the size of a fingernail punched right between his eyebrows, and the blood splattered out in a dark red color.

With a thud, the assassin leader, his eyes still wide open, crashed heavily to the ground.

The living room fell silent instantly.

The women who had been screaming just moments before fell silent, and the relatives who had tried to back away froze in place, even unconsciously lowering their breathing, afraid of disturbing the terrifying figure before them.

The entire living room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Doctor Li stood at the door of the inner room, still clutching half a handful of silver needles in his hand, his eyes wide open, bigger than copper bells, and his white beard standing on end.

He had only thought Ye Xunhuan was a medical prodigy, and that his young age and such skill were already a genius. He never expected that Ye Xunhuan's martial arts cultivation was even more unfathomable!

He disarmed the man with his bare hands.

wrong--

It's like catching a bullet with your bare hands!

The force, speed, and precision with which he struck were beyond human capabilities.

Even the Jaeger-Douji might not be up to this standard!

Where did this expert come from?

They're practically the ancestors of the "pretending to be weak to actually harm others" trope!

The smugness on Zhao Zhenyu's face hadn't faded completely when it froze, as if he'd been slapped ten times in public, his face alternating between red and white – a truly spectacular sight.

His calves started to cramp, and he involuntarily stepped backward, his heel tripping on the sofa leg, and he fell to his knees with a "thud".

Two...two million to hire top-tier thugs?

That's it?

They all lay flat in three seconds?

The key was Ye Xunhuan's final, deadly strike, which was simply beyond human capabilities! Ye Xunhuan dusted off his hands, glanced down at the wailing thugs on the ground, and curled his lip in disdain.

"This guy isn't even qualified to warm me up, yet he dares to come out and act as a thug?"

"What a waste of my time?"

He slowly turned around, his gaze sweeping across the crowd before finally landing precisely on Zhao Zhenyu, who was secretly moving towards the door.

"Feeding? What are you doing?"

"Don't run away!"

"It was quite fun teasing you guys, how can you leave now?"