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

Scarface grinned maliciously, his knuckles already on the trigger, the scar on his face twisted into a centipede-like shape with rage.

He followed Young Master Lu to build his empire; what tough guys hadn't he seen?

No one has ever dared to act so arrogantly towards him under the gun. If they don't take down this ignorant brat today, the Lu family will lose all face!

He glanced at Su Qingyuan, who was pale-faced behind Ye Xunhuan, and saw her slender waist and delicate face. A surge of lust rose in his heart, and he immediately roared in a rough voice:

"Everyone outside, come in! Tie this brat up and send her straight to Young Master Lu's villa for him to play with!"

"The young master said that as long as she's obedient and willing to play, he'll take her as his lowly maid, and she'll live a life of luxury and plenty of benefits!"

The twenty-odd bodyguards and thugs lying on the ground were still groaning in pain. There were a dozen or so lookouts at the door who were about to rush in when they heard the shouts. But Su Zhenhai, who was lying on the ground, suddenly got up as if he had been injected with ten doses of chicken blood.

He clutched his back, which had just been kicked and broken, and with his belly sticking out, he scurried up to Scarface, bowing and scraping like a lapdog begging for mercy.

"Scarface! No need to trouble the brothers! I'll lead the way! I'll personally tie him up and take him there for you!"

Su Zhenhai, spitting as he spoke, pointed at Su Qingyuan with a fawning expression, "Qingyuan, stop being so stubborn! And your inflexible father has long since stopped being on our side!"

"Don't worry, I'll tie you up securely right now and make sure you get to Young Master Lu's bed without a single hair missing!"

As he spoke, he glared fiercely at Ye Xunhuan, his smugness practically reaching the ceiling.

The gun was pointed at his forehead.

How can Ye Xunhuan still be so arrogant?

After Ye Xunhuan dies, Su Qingyuan will once again become Lu Shao's beloved pet.

The entire Su family's business will be his!

By then, I, Su Zhenhai, will be a prominent figure in Jiangcheng. Who will dare to look down on him?

The Su family relatives, who filled the hall, huddled in the corner, not daring to breathe loudly.

No one dared to stand up and say a word of justice. Some elders from collateral branches even nodded secretly, thinking that Su Zhenhai's move was absolutely right.

What is the background of the Lu family?

Only by clinging to this powerful figure can the Su family survive. As for Su Qingyuan, she's just a little girl; her sacrifice is nothing to them.

Su Zhenbang was so angry that he was trembling all over, and his hand pointing at Su Zhenhai was shaking:

"Su Zhenhai! You beast! Qingyuan is your own niece! How could you say such inhuman things!"

"A niece?" Su Zhenhai scoffed, his face full of disdain. "What's a niece compared to the Lu family?"

"A wise person knows when to yield, unlike some people who took in a bastard son-in-law and thought they were something special? Now look what's happened, their whole family is going to be buried with this jinx!"

"You—!" Su Zhenbang was so angry that his vision went black, his chest heaved violently, and he almost collapsed to the ground.

Su Qingyuan bit her lip, her face pale, her fingertips gripping Ye Xunhuan's clothes tightly.

But looking at the tall, straight back in front of her, her panicked heart inexplicably calmed down.

She believed in him, believed that this man who had fallen from the sky would definitely protect her and the Su family.

Just then, Ye Xunhuan, who had been silent all along, suddenly moved.

He didn't dodge, nor did he try to block the dark muzzle of the gun.

Instead, I touched the strawberry lollipop in my mouth with the tip of my tongue, and the sweet taste melted on my tongue.

"Wow! This strawberry-flavored lollipop is really sweet!"

As he spoke, he licked the pale pink icing off the corner of his mouth.

Scarface is confused?

With a gun pointed at his head, how could Ye Xunhuan still be in the mood to eat candy?

Come to think of it, it makes sense. They're about to meet the King of Hell, so it's only natural to sweet-talk them.

But why were his eyes and the corners of his mouth so wicked and so mocking?

"Feed? You think you're in control of everything, the world, just because you're holding this piece of junk?"

He shook his head in utter disappointment as he spoke.

"Sigh! You know, it's so much fun to tease a bunch of clueless idiots like you!"

A seemingly casual remark struck everyone like a thunderclap.

At this critical juncture, with a gun pointed at his head, he's still so frivolous and has no sense of proportion at all.

Scarface was stunned for two seconds, then flew into a rage, the veins on his forehead bulging.

"You little brat! Still being stubborn even when you're about to die! If I don't send you on your way, how are you going to survive in this industry afterward?!"

He yanked the trigger!

But at this critical moment, everyone only felt a blur before their eyes, so fast that they couldn't see the movement clearly, as if a blur had passed by.

"Snap—!"

A sharp, chilling sound of bones cracking suddenly rang out.

"ah--!

Scarface let out a heart-wrenching scream. His wrist, which was holding the gun, was twisted into a bizarre, reverse angle, and the white bone fragments almost pierced through his skin. The pain made his face contort into a pretzel.

That dark Type 54 pistol had somehow ended up firmly in Ye Xunhuan's hands.

Ye Xunhuan, with a lollipop in his mouth, weighed the gun in his hand, frowned, and showed a look of disgust.

"What a piece of junk! It's so heavy, it's not even as good as my lollipop stick."

As soon as he finished speaking, his fingers flew across the paper, moving so fast that they were just blurry images.

"Snap, crash, clang—"

A series of crisp metallic clanging sounds rang out as everyone watched in disbelief as the intact pistol was quickly dismantled into a pile of parts in his hands.

Barrel, slide, trigger, spring, firing pin... more than a dozen parts, big and small, fell and rolled all over the tiled floor.

It all happened in less than a second.

A standard-issue pistol that could kill someone was reduced to a pile of scrap metal.

The entire room fell silent.

Everyone stared wide-eyed, mouths agape, as if they'd been put on pause, forgetting even to breathe.

Disarming a gun with bare hands?

Seconds?

Is this something a human being could do? Not to mention the Su family's relatives who had never seen the world, even the special forces veterans lying on the ground stared wide-eyed, their faces filled with utter horror.

They've been handling guns for over a decade, able to assemble and disassemble them with their eyes closed, but who can disassemble them into parts by hand in a single second?

This hand speed and familiarity with the structure of firearms are probably beyond the reach of even the top soldiers in the military region.

Just who is this kid? After disassembling the gun, Ye Xunhuan clapped his hands as if they were dirty.

He glanced down at the scarred man, who was writhing on the ground in agony, then lightly kicked him in the chest.

"boom--"

The burly man, weighing over 200 pounds, flew out like a tattered sack, crashing heavily into the group of thugs piled up behind him.

Another wave of screams erupted as the thugs, who were already unable to get up, were left dazed and confused by the blow, with several of them fainting from the pain.

Ye Xunhuan, hands in his pockets and a lollipop in his mouth, strolled over slowly, stepping on Scarface's face, bending slightly, and smiling innocently.

"Who was it that said they were going to break both my legs? I have a bad memory, can you remind me?"