I stormed down the mountain, took down all the big shots in the city, and the female CEO dragged me

"It seems this fight is unavoidable?"

Xu Yuan grabbed his sister's wrist and pulled her behind him: "Follow me, don't be afraid, your brother's here."

Xu Nuo, carrying the things she had bought, looked up and nodded emphatically at Xu Yuan's earnest smiling face.

She trusted her older brother completely.

"When I was going down the mountain, my master repeatedly warned me not to fight."

It seems I'll have to disobey my master's orders again.

Xu Yuan looked innocently at the crowd blocking the doorway: "Never mind, I've never listened to Master before anyway."

He strode forward and headed towards Niu Chong, who was sitting on the stool.

Niu Chong was shocked and quickly got up to block with his arms.

Arms and fists collided, and Niu Chong felt as if he had been hit by a speeding truck, knocking over the chairs and stools behind him and staggering back several steps.

"Holy crap..."

Niu Chong's arms went numb for the first time since his debut, and he felt a sense of crisis.

"My sandalwood furniture." The shop owner plopped down on the ground, picked up a calculator, and began calculating the loss.

"What are you standing there for? Come at me all together!"

Niu Chong shouted at his men at the door, and they, wielding sticks, roared as they smashed at Xu Yuan.

This was the first time Zhang Yunxi had personally experienced such an exciting scene, so she picked up her phone and started recording.

"Xu Nuo, die."

Out of the corner of her eye, Zhang Yunxi caught a glimpse of Wang Xu, who looked tense, and she snorted coldly.

"You feel sorry for her?"

"If you're so capable, go help me! I'll kick you to death."

Wang Xu kept his head down and remained silent as if he hadn't heard anything.

The fact that he could take on ten opponents at once would be enough to shock him.

But the number of people now is twice that of before, and their strength is obviously stronger than the dozen or so guys He Shuigang brought.

Xu Yuan held his sister's hand tightly behind his back, showing no fear in the face of the swarm of sticks and fists.

With each step he took forward, two or three thugs who came up to him fell to the ground.

He kicked one of the thugs who had hit the ground, sending him flying backward. The thug crashed into two other thugs and slammed heavily against the door frame.

When Xu Yuan reached the door, all twenty-odd people collapsed on the floor of the store, and none of them could get up again.

Niu Chong stood on the street outside the door, his brows furrowed.

He considered that Xu Yuan was quite strong, after all, he was the one who injured Diao Zhongjia.

The speed at which more than twenty thugs were dealt with exceeded his expectations.

It seems he hasn't used his full strength yet.

"Is this not over until I kill you?"

Xu Yuan walked down the shop's steps and stared intently as Niu Chong approached him step by step.

"You...you stay there, don't move."

Niu Chong issued a loud warning, striving to maintain his authority as the chairman.

Even Diao Zhongjia was no match for Xu Yuan. He was inferior to Diao Zhongjia, and facing Xu Yuan would surely result in death or serious injury. He did not want to become the next Diao Zhongjia.

Footsteps sounded in the distance, and He Shui, who was running in the lead, shouted loudly.

"Boss, the brothers are here."

As his shout rang out, large crowds poured into the entrances and exits on both sides of the antique street.

They surged forward like a tide, quickly blocking the street.

"What happened?"

Upon seeing this, pedestrians hurriedly ran into nearby shops to hide, fearing that they would be implicated.

The shop owners on both sides peeked out and quickly closed their doors.

On the road outside the antique street, vehicles kept coming and stopping, and large numbers of young people jumped out of the cars, wielding sticks and rushing into the street.

Passing vehicles noticed the traffic jam and curiously peered out to investigate.

"What's going on? Why is there a traffic jam all of a sudden?"

"Shut up, this is a military matter, get out of here."

At the intersection, some menacing-looking young men were banging on the hoods of cars, trying to urge the lingering vehicles to move.

Du Aili, who had just returned with her new car, sat in the back seat and slowly opened her eyes upon hearing the arguing outside.

"Uncle Fu, what happened?"

Uncle Fu, who was driving, glanced outside and said, "It seems that the Wu Association is handling some business. Should I go down and ask?"

Du Aili glanced out the car window and said, "Never mind, let's go our own way."

"The martial arts tournament has really declined now."

They were all just a bunch of street thugs who called themselves some kind of martial arts association.

Uncle Fu drove his car, waiting for the cars in front to pass one by one. The thug standing next to him lit a cigarette and muttered to himself.

"Do you know what it is?"

"I heard that it was Xu Yuan, the guy who killed the president before, who got into trouble with our President Niu."

Today, Wu Hui will seek revenge; he'll kill him inside.

"I'm asking what kind of person could attract a hundred or so people."

"That's not all. I heard that brothers from other places are on their way."

The eight great warriors of the martial arts tournament have all arrived; he's definitely going to die here today.

"To be honest, I'm quite envious of him."

To die a spectacular death is pretty awesome too.

Uncle Fu overheard the conversation outside and glanced at Du Aili in the rearview mirror.

"Miss, it seems Mr. Xu is inside, surrounded by people from the martial arts association."

"Make a wish?"

Du Aili turned her head to look in the direction of the antique street, her eyes filled with worry.

"They say they're from the martial arts association and want to avenge their former president," Uncle Fu added.

"If it's him, it's quite possible."

Du Aili muttered, "Uncle Fu, stop the car, I want to get out."

"Miss, it's too chaotic. Let's find a place to park up ahead. I'll go down with you."

Mr. Xu should be alright.

Uncle Fu's words were meant to comfort Du Aili, as he knew the strength of the Eight Vajras of the Martial Arts Association.

The Eight Vajras were all personally trained by Diao Zhongjia. Each of them was ruthless and vicious, and they had done countless things for the Martial Arts Association, killing countless people.

It's possible to withstand one or two wishes, but if all eight come, making a wish is really dangerous.

On the antique street, Xu Yuan was surrounded by the surging crowd. When Niu Chong saw that his people had arrived, he immediately straightened his back and gained confidence.

"Don't say I didn't give you a chance."

Now tell me where the ledger is, and I guarantee you won't suffer a terrible death.

Facing hundreds of people alone, an ordinary person would be so scared that their legs would go weak.

Even Zhang Yunxi, who was just watching the commotion, hid inside the store, not daring to show her face, and only peered out the window.

She was starting to regret calling He Shui; who could have imagined it would cause such a commotion?

Xu Yuan's face remained expressionless as he glanced at everyone and tightened his grip on his sister's hand.

"You've made such a fuss, it's putting me in a difficult position."

I'm too lazy to explain anymore, since no one would believe me anyway, so I might as well be direct.

"I don't think I can get out of here without killing a few people."

"You still want to walk out?"

He Shui sneered: "I'll be lucky if someone carries your minced meat out with a shovel later."

A commotion arose from the back of the crowd, and three figures approached side by side.

"Brother Sun, Brother Li, Brother Zhou is here."

Upon seeing the three people, He Shui obsequiously stepped aside to move to the front.

They are three of the Eight Vajras.

The three of them stood down next to Niu Chong, staring fiercely at Xu Yuan in front of them.

"You're the one who killed my master?"

"Why…"

Xu Yuan sighed helplessly: "Even if yellow mud falls on your crotch, it's still shit."