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

Su Zhenhai's face was still ashen, and none of the relatives in the room dared to breathe.

Everyone knows that with the eldest son of the Lu family personally making his statement, this feud has been established.

The Lu family has been rooted in Jiangcheng for decades and has connections everywhere. If things really come to a head, the Su family's meager resources won't even be enough to satisfy their needs.

Just then—!

"Clang!"

The heavy solid wood door of the Su family villa was kicked off its hinge from the outside, crashing to the ground and raising a cloud of dust.

More than twenty black-clad thugs with tattooed arms and carrying steel pipes and iron bars filed in. The leader had a scar on his left cheek that ran from his brow bone to his jaw. His eyes were as fierce as a hungry wolf. As soon as he entered, he kicked over the rosewood tea table next to him.

"Splash—"

The glass tea set shattered on the floor, with shards scattered everywhere.

Which one is Ye Xunhuan?

Scarface slammed the iron rod down onto the enamel floor, sending sparks flying.

"Stand still obediently, let us break your legs, and then hand over that girl Su Qingyuan so we can go back and report."

The Su family relatives in the hall instantly huddled together. The few elders from the collateral branches who had been jumping the loudest just moments before now wished they could bury their heads in their crotches, not daring to even breathe.

Su Zhenhai, who was lying on the ground, was stunned for a moment, then his eyes flashed with wild joy, and he struggled to get up.

"Scarface! You're finally here! Quickly kill this kid! If anything happens, it'll all be Young Master Lu's responsibility!"

He thought he was going to die, but he didn't expect the Lu family to arrive so quickly!

With a ruthless guy like Scarface around, even if Ye Xunhuan is a great fighter, how could he possibly defeat more than twenty armed bodyguards?

Zhao Zhenyu, covering his face which was swollen like a pig's head, also perked up.

"Yes! Kill him!"

"He dares to hit me, Zhao Zhenyu? He's got a death wish! Wait until my uncle comes from the provincial capital, he'll be in for a world of hurt!"

The scene instantly turned one-sided, with everyone's eyes fixed on the young man in the center of the living room.

Ye Xunhuan acted as if nothing had happened, took out a strawberry-flavored lollipop from his pocket, and started tearing the wrapper while looking down.

Hearing Scarface's roar, he raised his eyelids slightly, his mouth full of candy, and mumbled, "What are you yelling about? You're disturbing my candy."

The entire room fell silent.

Scarface was completely dumbfounded.

The Lu family's foreign affairs bodyguards are so powerful that wherever they go, people are terrified.

In all these years of fighting and killing, this is the first time I've seen someone surrounded by armed men and still leisurely chewing a lollipop.

"You're Ye Xunhuan?" Scarface spat viciously, pointing his iron rod at Ye Xunhuan's nose.

"If you know what's good for you, kneel down and cut off your own arms and legs so we don't have to do it."

Ye Xunhuan, with a lollipop in his mouth, mumbled, "If you're going to make a move, hurry up. I still need to go in and detoxify the old man. I don't have time to waste with you bunch of bastards."

His tone was nonchalant, as if the twenty-odd Lu family bodyguards in front of him were nothing more than stray cats huddled together for food on the roadside.

Su Qingyuan stood behind him, her fingertips unconsciously gripping the hem of his clothes. Her face was a little pale, but she still bit her lip and didn't say anything.

She believed in Ye Xunhuan.

"Damn it! They're so ungrateful!"

Scarface was completely enraged. He waved his hand and shouted, "Attack him! Break his legs first!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than the four bodyguards and thugs carrying iron bars at the front walked over with sinister smiles.

They were ruthless and taciturn, heading straight for Ye Xunhuan's knees and elbows.

It's obvious they came here to cripple people.

The relatives in the hall were so frightened that they all closed their eyes, unable to bear to watch the horrific scene that was about to unfold.

Su Zhenbang was so angry that his chest heaved violently. He wanted to step forward to stop them, but his relatives held him back tightly: "Zhenbang! Don't go! It's pointless for you to go!"

The expected scream did not come out of Ye Xunhuan's mouth.

Four muffled thuds were heard, followed by several piercing screams.

When everyone opened their eyes, they were stunned.

The four thugs who rushed up were now lying sprawled on the ground, clutching their wrists and knees and howling in pain, with iron bars scattered all over the floor.

Ye Xunhuan remained standing in the same spot, a lollipop dangling from his mouth, not even moving an inch.

He even had time to dust off the dust from his trouser legs.

"Is that all you've got?"

Ye Xunhuan sneered, "The Lu family only uses a bunch of ugly and deformed people like you? That's too disgraceful."

Scarface's face instantly turned a deep liver color.

He hadn't expected Ye Xunhuan to be such a formidable fighter! His four henchmen hadn't even managed to touch the hem of his clothes before they were all lying on the ground?

"A bunch of trash!" Scarface cursed, pointing at the remaining dozen or so men, "All of you, get him! I refuse to believe he can take on a dozen special forces veterans by himself!"

The remaining bodyguards and thugs looked at each other, gritted their teeth, and charged forward, swinging steel pipes and iron rods in a dense, impenetrable barrage.

Seeing them deliver their own deaths, Ye Xunhuan found it quite amusing to tease them.

He turned his head and winked at Su Qingyuan behind him, "Yuanyuan, stay away, don't get blood splattered and dirty your clothes."

As soon as he finished speaking, he moved and went straight to meet them.

Everyone only saw a blur before their eyes as a blurry figure darted through the crowd, accompanied by muffled thuds and screams.

Ye Xunhuan's attacks were clean and swift; he didn't seem to use much force, but those he touched immediately lost their fighting ability.

Even though he avoided all the vital points and didn't kill them, they were still in so much pain that they rolled on the ground in agony.

Less than a minute.

More than twenty thugs were all lying on the ground groaning in pain; not one of them could stand up.

People were lying haphazardly in the living room, iron bars and steel pipes were scattered everywhere, and screams of agony echoed throughout.

"Oh, with this level of fighting strength, you dare to show off, breaking this leg and that leg?"

Ye Lunlun smacked his lips on a lollipop, glancing at the people on the ground with a mocking expression.

The room was deathly silent.

The Su family relatives stared wide-eyed, mouths agape, as if they had been put on pause, even forgetting to breathe.

Oh my god...

Is this even human? One person took down more than twenty armed bodyguards from the Lu family in less than a minute.

Is this a kung fu movie being filmed? Zhao Zhenyu shrank back in fright and quickly covered his face, afraid that Ye Xunhuan would see him and come over to slap him a couple more times.

Su Zhenhai's ecstatic joy froze, and the color drained from his face, making him even paler than when his conspiracy was exposed.

Scarface stood there, his hand gripping the iron rod trembling.

He'd seen people who could fight, but never anyone this good! Where the hell did this monster come from?

Ye Xunhuan patted non-existent dust off his hands before slowly walking up to Scarface, looking up at him with a harmless smile.

"Are you their leader? You just said you were going to break my legs?"

Scarface swallowed hard, "You...you don't be so arrogant! Let me tell you, the Lu family is not someone you can afford to mess with."

"The Lu family." Ye Xunhuan nodded, as if he had just remembered.

"Your young master Lu just called me and said he doesn't want me to live more than three days."

"Do you think he'd dock your pay if he knew you couldn't even touch a hair on my leg?"

These words were spoken with a hint of jest and a very relaxed tone, but to Scarface, they were particularly hurtful.

He knew he had failed today, but if he just backed down like this, Young Master Lu would definitely not let him off when he got back, and he might not even be able to save his own life.

He stared at Ye Xunhuan's nonchalant demeanor and suddenly reached behind his waist.

With a crisp "click," the sound of a bullet being chambered was exceptionally clear in the quiet living room.

He pulled out a dark Type 54 pistol and pointed the muzzle at Ye Xunhuan's chest.

"A gun! He has a gun!"

Someone screamed, and the whole hall erupted in chaos. People scrambled back, rolling and crawling, afraid of being hit by stray bullets.

Su Zhenbang's expression changed drastically, and he shouted angrily, "Scarface, how dare you! This is the Su family home! If you dare to use a gun, the police will come, and you won't be able to escape!"

"Police?" Scarface sneered, completely unfazed. "Even if I shoot him today, I'll get Young Master Lu out of here!"

He walked forward step by step, slowly raising the muzzle of his gun until it was firmly pressed against Ye Xunhuan's forehead.

The cool metallic touch against the skin carried the chilling killing intent unique to bullets.

The entire arena fell silent instantly; even the screams from the ground ceased.

Everyone held their breath, their hearts pounding in their throats.

So what if you can fight?

No matter how skilled you are in kung fu, you're still afraid of a kitchen knife, let alone a gun!

Once the bullet is fired, even a god can't save it!

Su Zhenhai almost burst out laughing when he saw this scene.

With a gun pointed at your head, let's see how arrogant you can be now! Once you're dead, that girl Su Qingyuan will be at the mercy of the Lu family, and the Su family's assets will still be mine!

Ye Xunhuan stood still, neither dodging nor showing any fear.

He even licked the lollipop in his mouth, the strawberry sweetness spreading, and a little pale pink icing remained on the corner of his lips. He looked at Scarface with a hint of mockery, and a touch of...disdain.

"this one?"

The word "light and airy" almost made Scarface's nose crooked with anger.

"Kid, you're about to die and you're still being stubborn!" Scarface's knuckles were tightly gripping the trigger, and the veins on his forehead were bulging.

"I'd like to see whether your bones are harder than a bullet!"