Stuck on the highway, I just flew home on my sword!

The old street in Qinghe Town is not long.

After turning two street corners, the noise gradually faded away.

Ahead lies an old factory area slated for demolition, with the word "demolish" written in large characters on the red brick walls, surrounded by waist-high weeds.

Lin Ye stopped in his tracks.

It wasn't because I was tired, but because the road ahead was blocked.

A dilapidated Wuling Hongguang van was parked across the middle of the road, its doors wide open, like a monster with its mouth agape.

Wang Manman stood by the car, her makeup ruined by tears, two black eyeliner streaks running down her cheeks, making her look like a female ghost who had just crawled out of a well.

The blond-haired boy stood beside her, holding a solid steel pipe, and staring fiercely at Lin Ye.

"Run? Why did you stop running?"

Yellow Hair slapped his palm with a steel pipe, making a crisp cracking sound.

"Weren't you so arrogant at the coffee shop? You made me tell the truth too!"

Wang Manman pointed at Lin Ye, her voice sharp and shrill:

"Brother Dao! It's that bastard! He used sorcery to embarrass me, and now I don't even dare to look at my WeChat Moments!"

"You have to cripple him today! I want him to kneel down and lick that cup of coffee clean!"

As she screamed, seven or eight burly men crawled out of the bread truck.

The leader was a bald man with a thick gold chain around his neck, wearing a tight vest that revealed two full sleeves covered in ribbons... no, I mean, dragon tattoos.

This man is Brother Dao, the notorious gang leader in town.

Dao Ge spat out the toothpick in his mouth, walked with a pigeon-toed gait, and stood three meters in front of Lin Ye.

He looked Lin Ye up and down with a disdainful gaze.

"Hey kid, you don't look familiar."

Brother Dao shook his neck, making a cracking sound.

"In this small town of Qinghe, you dare to mess with my brother Scarface? You've got some nerve."

Lin Ye put his hands in his pockets, not even bothering to take them out.

He sighed and looked up at the sky.

The sun is obscured by dark clouds; it looks like it's going to snow again.

"I'm in a hurry to get home for dinner."

Lin Ye spoke in a calm tone, as if he were chatting with a neighbor.

"You have three seconds to get out of the way."

Brother Dao was stunned for a moment.

Then he burst into wild laughter.

The henchmen around him laughed so hard they were doubled over, as if they had heard the funniest joke of the year.

"Get out of the way? Hahahaha!"

Brother Dao was laughing so hard he was almost crying when he suddenly stopped, his face instantly turning ferocious.

"Kid, you probably don't understand the situation."

"On this street, if I tell you to lie down, you can forget about standing!"

"If you don't want to die, then give Manman 100,000 yuan as compensation for emotional distress, then kowtow three times and call me grandpa three times, and this matter will be over."

On the distant wall.

Bai Zhi sat cross-legged on a pile of discarded bricks, a bag of sunflower seeds she had somehow acquired, which she was now cracking open with great enthusiasm.

"Tsk tsk tsk, these people are really asking for trouble."

She spat out a sunflower seed shell and swung her two dangling legs.

Although Lin Ye had just shaken her hand away, that didn't stop her from watching the show.

As an investigator for the Dragon Pavilion, she actually had an obligation to intervene and stop this vicious fight.

But she was more curious.

What methods would this mysterious powerhouse, who can break the sound barrier with his bare hands, use to deal with the provocation of these thugs?

Is it like Superman, who can send someone flying with a single punch?

Or should we use acupressure techniques remotely, like a martial arts master?

"Hey! You flying man!"

Bai Zhi couldn't help but shout out, her voice clear and crisp.

"Do you need my help? If you agree to join the Dragon Pavilion, I'll take care of these rotten tomatoes and stinky eggs for you!"

Lin Ye didn't even turn his head.

Brother Dao was drawn by the sound, looked up, and his eyes lit up immediately.

"Hey, where did this girl come from? She's got some hot looks."

Brother Dao blew a scoundrel's whistle.

"After we deal with this kid, we can have a good chat with this little sister about life."

Lin Ye's expression was indifferent.

He stopped talking nonsense.

I turned around and walked to the green belt by the roadside.

Those were several withered old willow trees, their branches dry and brittle, ready to break at the slightest breeze.

Lin Ye reached out and casually broke off a dry branch about the thickness of a finger.

He waved it gently.

The dry twig cut through the air with a very faint "whoosh" sound.

"this one?"

Huang Mao looked at the tree branch in Lin Ye's hand and laughed until his stomach hurt.

"Are you kidding me? Trying to take on a steel pipe with a broken tree branch?"

"Brother Dao, stop wasting time talking to him, let's take him down!"

Brother Dao also lost his patience and waved his hand dismissively.

"Go! Loosen up this kid's bones!"

Seven or eight burly men, brandishing steel pipes and yelling, charged forward.

The steel pipe whistled through the air as it flew straight toward Lin Ye's limbs and head.

If that blow lands squarely, an ordinary person would be crippled if not killed.

He stopped cracking the melon seeds on the wall, leaned forward slightly, and tensed his muscles.

She was ready to intervene whenever Lin Ye was in danger.

After all, this is an S-level target that the organization is striving for, and we can't let these thugs ruin it.

however.

next second.

Her pupils suddenly contracted to the size of pinpoints.

"Holy...holy shit!!"

Time seemed to thicken at that moment.

Faced with seven or eight steel pipes hurtling towards him, Lin Ye did not dodge, nor did he even move his feet an inch.

He simply raised his right hand.

That withered, fragile branch seemed to be instantly infused with a soul in his hands.

Shushan Basic Sword Technique - Splitting Light and Glimpse of Shadow.

This is a sword technique that all disciples of Mount Shu must learn upon entering the sect. It emphasizes speed, accuracy, and versatility.

But on this Earth, where spiritual energy is depleted, this move is a dimensional reduction attack.

"Whoosh!"

There was no loud clanging of metal in the air.

There was only one extremely faint, yet continuous, tearing sound.

That was the sonic boom produced by the extreme speed tearing through the air.

Bai Zhi only felt a flash of silver light before her eyes.

That wasn't the light from the tree branches at all, but the aura of swords!

Pure, sharp, and indestructible sword energy!

This sword strike was so fast that it exceeded the limits of visual perception.

Dao Ge, who was at the forefront, suddenly felt his hand lighten.

Immediately afterwards, I felt a chill on my scalp.

"Clang—"

"Clang—"

A series of metallic sounds rang out.

The once noisy street instantly fell into a deathly silence.

Everyone remained frozen in place, still in their charging, swinging stance.

Brother Dao stared blankly at his hands.

The solid steel pipe, as thick as a wrist, was now only half intact.

The cut is as smooth as a mirror, as if it were instantly severed by a laser cutter.

It wasn't just him.

All the thugs who rushed at them had their steel pipes snapped cleanly in the middle, the broken pieces rolling on the ground with a crisp sound.

"This...this..."

The blond-haired man was so frightened that he sat down on the ground with a thud, and a yellow puddle of water quickly spread between his legs.

A strong smell of urine filled the air.

Lin Ye casually tossed away the withered branch that had turned to dust and patted the dust off his hands.

"It's a bit windy, everyone please keep warm."

Lin Ye said something indifferently and walked towards the back of the bread cart.

Keep warm?

What does that mean?

Dao Ge subconsciously touched the top of his head, which felt a little cold.

His hand froze when he touched it.

The texture doesn't feel right.

His once proud bald head... uh, no, his once slightly stubble-covered head is now as smooth as a peeled egg.

No, it's not just about being bald.

The henchmen around them only then realized what was happening, looking at each other with fear in their eyes.

"Big brother, your hair..."

"Yours too!"

These seven or eight burly men, whose hairstyles were originally quite varied, had all now adopted a uniform look:

The hair in the very center of the top of the head was shaved off at the root, leaving only a sparse ring of hair around it.

A classic "Mediterranean" hairstyle!

Even more terrifying was that his scalp was completely unharmed, without a single trace of blood.

This kind of precise, micrometer-level control is more terrifying than killing them.

"A ghost...a ghost!!!"