Gao Wu: I'll enjoy the benefits, but you'll bear the side effects.

Sister Wen stood to the side, her eyes wide open, her face filled with indescribable disbelief. Her mouth was slightly open, as if she wanted to say something but was too shocked to speak for a moment.

Gao Jie, on the other hand, stood tall and straight, like a javelin.

He looked at the little tyrant with icy eyes, his gaze as cold as a star, as if it could pierce through the other's soul.

He knew perfectly well that after today's thrilling battle, the Little Tyrant's arrogance in Jinling would be completely extinguished, and he would have to withdraw from the stage where they once fought for supremacy.

However, Gao Jie was also very clear that if he wanted to make a name for himself in Jinling City and carve out a vast world of his own, he had to completely defeat a powerful opponent like Little Tyrant and leave him with no chance to recover.

Otherwise, in Jinling, a city rife with undercurrents and powerful figures, who would know how formidable Gao Jie is?

Who would regard him as a truly influential and respectable figure?

Meanwhile, Xiaobawang was completely consumed by self-doubt and extreme anger.

He never imagined that he, a third-tier martial arts master who had once been renowned and glorious in Jinling, would suffer such a crushing defeat at the hands of a callow youth.

His face was contorted with rage.

The veins on his forehead bulged like wriggling earthworms, his eyes were wide open and bloodshot, his gaze filled with a ferocious intent that wished he could use every trick in the book to kill Gao Jie immediately.

But reality was like an insurmountable mountain standing in his way, leaving him feeling deeply powerless.

He was screaming inwardly, yet utterly helpless. Gao Jie continued to look at him coldly, a slight smirk playing on his lips as he spoke.

"What did you just say? Come at me again if you dare! You've been lying there like a stray dog, it's laughable. Get up, don't let me look down on you. Get up now, is that all the backbone you have?"

After this fierce battle, Little Tyrant has completely exhausted all his strength. He can no longer even do the most basic action of getting up.

His limbs felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead, and every attempt to move was accompanied by excruciating pain, as if all the bones in his body had fallen apart.

Little Tyrant knew very well that this young man's strength was unfathomable, and he couldn't understand why this was the case.

Moreover, before coming here, he had carefully inquired and found out that Sister Wen's subordinates did not have any powerful fighters. So who sent Gao Jie?

Could it be that some mysterious big shot is secretly protecting Sister Wen?

Thinking of this, Little Tyrant couldn't help but frown, forming a deep "川" character between his brows.

He understood that this matter was probably far more complicated and difficult than he had imagined, but even if it was difficult, what could he do?

Should we just slink away and give up everything we've accumulated in Nanjing over the years?

For a moment, Xiao Bawang didn't know how to speak, and his heart was filled with extreme confusion and bewilderment.

But just then, Gao Jie's expression, which carried a hint of contempt and confidence, came into his view. This expression was like a fire that instantly ignited the anger in his heart, making him feel greatly insulted.

Driven by anger and resentment, he suddenly endured the excruciating pain throughout his body and struggled to climb back onto the stage.

After Little Tyrant climbed back onto the platform, he took a deep breath, trying to gather the last bit of power remaining in his body.

Then, with a loud shout, he immediately unleashed his most prized and powerful martial skill—the Lion's Great Swing Hammer.

His figure resembled an angry lion, his arms waving wildly, creating gusts of wind that seemed to tear the surrounding air apart.

He secretly vowed in his heart that this time he would make Gao Jie pay a heavy price, otherwise he would have no face to live in Jinling any longer.

He wanted to defend his former glory and dignity, even if it cost him his life.

The little tyrant gritted his teeth, his eyes wide open, burning with an indomitable flame, as if he wanted to burn everything in front of him to ashes.

"Kid, you just wait. I'll show you what a true king is right now."

His voice, hoarse and high-pitched with anger, echoed in the silent space, carrying an undeniable air of authority.

"I have now used my most powerful martial skill."

As Little Tyrant spoke, he suddenly began to circulate his qi. He took a deep breath, and the qi surged within his body like a turbulent tide.

His chest heaved rapidly, and his muscles tensed, making him appear instantly more robust, like a beast about to be unleashed.

Immediately afterwards, he launched a fierce attack on Gao Jie. His fist, accompanied by a whooshing sound, shot out like a cannonball, carrying enough power to shatter stone and smash towards Gao Jie's vital parts.

Unfortunately, his move had no effect. A hint of calm and agility flashed in Gao Jie's eyes. His body moved like a nimble ghost, and he dodged to the side, causing the Little Tyrant's powerful blow to miss his clothes.

Not only that, Gao Jie took advantage of the moment when Xiao Bawang's moves were old and his old strength was exhausted and his new strength had not yet been generated, and turned around to kick him again.

The kick was as fast as lightning, at a tricky angle, and with a powerful impact, it slammed into the little tyrant's abdomen.

This sudden kick put Little Tyrant in an extremely embarrassing situation once again. His body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground and raising a cloud of dust.

He hadn't expected this young man to be even more difficult to deal with than he had imagined. He was filled with doubt and resentment. How could this kid be so good at fighting?

The little tyrant frowned, enduring the sharp pain in his abdomen, and cautiously attempted to attack again.

A hint of caution flickered in his eyes as he moved slowly, trying to find a weakness in Gao Jie's defenses.

Unfortunately, Gao Jie didn't want to waste any more words with him. A resolute look flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly pounced like a cheetah.

Gao Jie was incredibly fast, arriving in front of Xiao Bawang in an instant. He then unleashed a set of exquisite close-quarters combat techniques, controlling Xiao Bawang's movements.

Then, he leaped high into the air, drawing a graceful arc, and delivered a powerful kick to the little tyrant.

This kick contained all of Gao Jie's strength, instantly shattering all of Xiao Bawang's defenses. Xiao Bawang was sent flying backward again, crashing heavily to the ground with a dull thud.

Everyone at the scene was in an uproar. They never expected Gao Jie to defeat Xiao Bawang so quickly, especially since Xiao Bawang was a legendary boxing champion.

The crowd whispered amongst themselves, their faces showing a mixture of shock and excitement.

Otherwise, why would he dare to call himself Little Tyrant?

Gao Jie glanced at him coldly, his eyes devoid of any pity or smugness, completely disregarding him and preparing to let Sister Wen clean up the mess.

After all, he didn't want to kill anyone, let alone someone like Little Tyrant who had a certain reputation in the martial arts world.

Sister Wen immediately understood and led her people to rush up, quickly blocking the little tyrant's retreat and surrounding him.

Little Tyrant kept watching Gao Jie's figure, then slowly took out a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to Sister Wen.

"Don't worry, I won't go back on my word. I have to repay what I owe others, otherwise I won't be able to sleep soundly. Now we're even, and I won't bother you again."

Although Xiaobawang's tone still carried a hint of stubbornness, it also carried a touch of helplessness and relief.

After saying that, he turned and walked away, not out of fear, nor to give up on the matter, but because he intended to catch up with Gao Jie, as he had something to say to Gao Jie.

Gao Jie didn't go back. Instead, he sat on a bench nearby, leisurely drinking a beverage. He was a little surprised to see Xiao Bawang chasing after him.

"Why are you pursuing me all of a sudden? Or is there something you want to tell me?"

Little Tyrant looked at him and suddenly laughed, a smile tinged with bitterness and admiration. He walked over, sat down next to Gao Jie in a carefree manner, and said with a smile.

"I thought I was invincible in Jinling, but I didn't expect there's always someone better. I really admire your brother. Why don't you join me?"

Gao Jie looked at him, shook his head gently, his eyes filled with determination and persistence.

"You're really overthinking it. I'm just a student. I have my own things to do. How could I possibly go back with you?"

"But if you really want to, you can come work for me, how about that?"

Hearing these words, Xiao Bawang laughed, feeling that Gao Jie was joking too much. He was a boss after all, how could he possibly follow him?

Gao Jie didn't waste any more words with him. He frowned slightly, thinking about his own plan, and then got up to change his clothes and leave.

After all, he knew in his heart that a series of things awaited his attention.

The main reason was that he was able to receive a large sum of money from Sister Wen after the storm subsided, and he had already started planning how to make good use of this money.

He thought he should go out for a walk and buy his parents some things they had been wanting for a long time.

Gao Jie's mother, Wang Fang, prefers to wear long, beautiful trench coats. He plans to spend several thousand yuan to choose one for her that is stylish and of good quality. Imagining his mother's elegant appearance in the trench coat, the corners of his mouth unconsciously turned up.

Gao Jie's father, Gao Zhanlin, has a particular fondness for plum wine, so Gao Jie plans to find some high-quality plum wine in Nanjing and bring it back for his father to taste.

He knew that these thoughtful gifts would make his parents very happy, and the happy smiles on their faces seemed to appear before his eyes.

But to his complete surprise, the simpleton Little Tyrant followed him out like an unshakeable tail.

Gao Jie was a little puzzled. He paused for a moment, turned to look at him, and patiently explained to him.

"If you don't want to work with me, then go back now. If you do want to work with me, then come with me. I like to talk practically, understand?"

He crossed his arms over his chest, his eyes filled with a mixture of scrutiny and expectation.

"Although following me may not bring you any earth-shattering benefits, I guarantee you will be much stronger than you are now. Look at how badly you're doing now, so why waste your time on this path?"

He sighed softly, as if he was feeling sorry for the current state of Little Tyrant.

"In any case, you need to find yourself a better way out, don't you?"

Little Tyrant looked at him, slowly walked towards him, and said.

"I think what you said actually makes some sense, although it's not entirely correct, but it's not far off."

He scratched his head, his eyes showing a mixture of hesitation and curiosity.

"If I follow you, can you help me get revenge, or can you do something else for me?"

Hearing this, Gao Jie looked puzzled. His eyebrows rose slightly, and his eyes were full of doubt. He didn't expect that the Little Tyrant would talk about revenge.

He thought to himself, "This little tyrant has already become the little tyrant of Jinling, what grudge can't he resolve?"

In this city of Jinling, he was considered a prominent figure. Who else could make him so resentful?

Seeing the confusion on Gao Jie's face, Xiao Bawang smiled, a smile tinged with bitterness and helplessness.

Actually, his story is quite long, and it all started with what happened back then...

When the young tyrant first arrived in Jinling, he offended many people in the city because of his youthful arrogance and impetuousness.

Although Jinling is incredibly prosperous, it lacks everything except ruthless and cunning individuals.

Soon, his arrogant and domineering style brought him disaster, and he was severely punished.