All the heavens begin with the love in the courtyard.

He shook his head, stretched out his hand, clenched it tightly, and his fist made a cracking sound.

Han Chunming lifted his leg and slowly walked forward, taking off his satchel as he went, and coldly addressed the group.

"Want my bag? Here, I'll throw it to you. Whoever catches it, I'll break one of their arms. I mean it!"

As he spoke, Han Chunming picked up the bag and threw it into the air in their direction. The group looked up and saw that the bag was coming from their direction. Two of them quickly reached out to grab it.

As Han Chunming dropped the bag, he quickened his pace, from a slow jog to a fast one, gradually increasing his speed, heading in the same direction as the others.

Thinking about it carefully, it had been a long time since he had used his fists. In fact, Han Chunming didn't like to use his fists. In peacetime, if he used a little force, he was afraid of killing him. If he didn't use force, he wouldn't feel satisfied with the beating.

The battlefield is much more exhilarating. A barrage of bullets, headshots every time. When you run out of bullets, use a dagger or a bayonet to stab the enemy in the throat and heart. The exhilarating feeling of stabbing all the way through, the adrenaline rushing as bullets fly around you, that's what's truly satisfying. What's the point of playing like a child?

But since we've come across this, let's have a go at it.

The moment the bag fell, a young man had already grabbed the shoulder strap. Before he could even feel happy about it, with a snap and a scream, the bag was back in Han Chunming's hands.

Han Chunming retracted his right leg, a cruel sneer appearing on his lips. He meant what he said: whoever grabbed the bag would have their hand broken.

Han Chunming was too fast; the screams startled them, and they quickly retreated.

Han Chunming had no intention of pressing his advantage; if he could finish the job quickly, it would be too boring.

The group took a few steps back and saw Han Chunming carrying a bag, looking at them with a cold face. The man whose arm had been broken was still groaning in pain, clutching his arm. Everyone's expression changed; they had encountered a tough opponent.

Scarface gripped the dagger tightly, his small eyes half-closed as he looked at Han Chunming. Instead of retreating, he advanced, leaning forward, clearly ready to launch a sneak attack.

Han Chunming put his bag back on his back, and seeing the scarred man's actions, he immediately scolded him fiercely.

"I get angry just looking at you bunch of scoundrels. You're so young, why do you have to learn such things? You're stealing and even using knives? Do you even know how to handle a knife?"

Scarface's face turned purplish-red from Han Chunming's reprimand. Just as Han Chunming was about to continue his lecture, Scarface lunged forward and slashed Han Chunming across the face.

In the blink of an eye, Han Chunming's right hand moved like lightning, grabbing the wrist of the man holding the dagger the instant he drew his blade. Seeing this, Scarface reached out with his other hand to strike, but Han Chunming struck the man's outstretched arm with his left elbow.

Han Chunming's blow was no light one. An ordinary person would have screamed and lost their fighting ability instantly after such a blow, but the scarred man was quite tough. He only let out a muffled groan, his face instantly turning red, and he still tried to break free from the hand holding the dagger as if he was not willing to admit defeat.

Han Chunming despised young people who were so concerned with saving face that they suffered for it. With a forceful twist of his right hand, the veins on the other man's hand bulged, and Han Chunming easily snatched the dagger away. Not satisfied with that, he immediately kicked the other man in the thigh. Scarface was completely knocked to his knees, staggering and falling to his knees on one leg in front of Han Chunming, making it look like a marriage proposal—how unsightly!

Han Chunming then kicked the other man's still-standing leg, finally sending him crashing to his knees.

Han Chunming toyed with Scarface like a child, forcing him to kneel before him. Scarface twitched all over, whether from pain or anger, it was hard to tell. He raised his face, still looking at Han Chunming with a hint of defiance.

Han Chunming snorted, threw down the dagger, and then stretched out his palm and slapped the other man hard across the temple. With that slap, the scarred man was completely out of commission.

His eyes rolled back, and he knelt on the ground, swaying from side to side, his face showing pain and nausea. He clutched his chest and tried to stand up, but his body swayed uncontrollably. Then, his body lurched up and down as if he were having a seizure.

He struggled to get up, but his body was out of control. His face went from flushed to bluish, and finally to pale. He even drooled involuntarily from the corner of his mouth. The scene was so frightening that the remaining two people stumbled backward, throwing their chains and daggers to the ground.

Seeing Han Chunming take a few steps forward, the two young men's legs went weak, and they knelt down, trembling and bowing their heads, awaiting their fate.

Han Chunming snorted and looked coldly at the group.

The one who was still groaning and clutching his hand turned pale with fright upon seeing this scene. He suppressed his pain, trembled with fear, and stared at Han Chunming in terror.

Han Chunming snorted and watched the scarred man struggle on the ground. He rarely used this move; if not handled properly, it could kill someone instantly.

Even if handled properly, it can make the other person experience the pain of being on the verge of death, such as nausea, blood rushing to the head, and nerve pain caused by a severe blow to the brain nerves, which will cause convulsions all over the body and make it impossible to control one's own body.

Once most people have experienced this feeling, they would never want to experience it a second time, and it could even leave them with the aftereffects of a concussion.

To deal with a young man like Scarface who is so young yet so incorrigible, we need to teach him a profound lesson so he'll never know his place.

If Han Chunming had a slightly more extreme personality, he could have easily crushed this kind of young man with one hand; keeping him around would only cause trouble.

The scene was somewhat frightening for the young people.

The two knelt on the ground, trembling. The other person clutched his broken hand, gritting his teeth, sweat pouring from his forehead, but he dared not wipe it away.

The scarred man who was leading the group was now in a dazed state, his face contorted with pain and struggle, but he was powerless to do anything about it. In the end, he collapsed to the ground, convulsing uncontrollably.

Han Chunming didn't want to cause a death, so he stepped forward and kicked the man over, stomped open his mouth, looked at him, and then breathed a sigh of relief. He had controlled his strength well, and the man would recover in half an hour.

My current martial arts skills are basically all from the world of "The Grand Mansion Gate". In a hundred years of life, I have experienced and learned too much. This is just a small matter. As long as Scarface doesn't die, everything else is not a big problem.

Seeing that the others were already like this, Han Chunming lost interest in bullying the weak. Then, he suddenly thought of something, walked up to the two young men kneeling on the ground, and scolded them.

"Where do you guys come from?"

When the two saw Han Chunming standing in front of them, their bodies trembled even more violently. When they heard the question, they both looked up almost at the same time. The older one was the first to react and cried out.

"We...we're with Master Liu, and Master Liu is with Master Huang Wu. Great hero, please spare us! We're just lowly lackeys. Just let us go like dogs. I have elderly parents and young children to support. I had no choice but to become a monk. We promise we'll never touch this line again. Please, have mercy on us!"

The man, with snot and tears streaming down his face, cried and shouted, trying to grab Han Chunming's leg, as if afraid that Han Chunming would suddenly become ruthless and kill him to silence him.

Han Chunming snorted, kicked away the other person's attempt to step forward, and coldly shouted.

"If you keep crying, I'll make sure you can never cry again, believe it or not?"

As soon as Han Chunming said this, the two of them fell silent, staring at him with innocent, wide eyes, trembling as they awaited his judgment. They were indeed seasoned veterans of the underworld; their ability to control their emotions so quickly was astounding.

Han Chunming was speechless, and continued to ask.

"Tell me how many people are in your gang, and who is this Master Huang?"

The two were stunned when they heard Han Chunming's words. Master Huang was the famous patriarch of thieves in Yanjing City. How could this ruthless young man not know him?

Moreover, Han Chunming speaks with a strong Beijing accent, clearly a native of Yanjing. Where did this young man come from?

In their eyes, Han Chunming's ruthlessness and methods just now clearly indicated that he was a gangster, and the kind of leader of a big gang. They thought that they had broken the rules and that if they, as small fry, were killed by him, they would die unjustly.

Han Chunming's clueless attitude left the two of them completely bewildered.

Under Han Chunming's intimidation, the two obediently recounted their gang and some of the major spheres of influence in Yanjing City.

In Yanjing, these thieves are called "Buddhas," and these "Buddhas" are a branch of a theft gang. The scarred man surnamed Liu, despite his young age, is the head of their gang and also their leader.

This kid has been in this circle since he was a child, and he's even got blood on his hands. He made a name for himself by being daring and hardworking, and he even recognized the notorious King of Thieves, Master Huang, in Yanjing as his godfather. With this backer, Scarface is becoming more and more arrogant. When he encounters a big fish who resists, he goes directly from stealing to robbing.

By having a godfather, Scarface now has more than a dozen men under his command, and his territory includes several bus routes. Scarface was just near the station today when he heard his men talking about Han Chunming, this tough guy. Without saying a word, he got on the bus, ready to give Han Chunming a real show of force.

But to everyone's surprise, what they considered their main dish wasn't tough at all, and was actually a bit chewy, in Han Chunming's opinion.

This gang of "Buddha" had a clear hierarchy and their territories were clearly divided. Scarface's dozen or so henchmen had to hand over a large portion of the stolen goods to him every day.

Scarface also had to offer money to his godfather, Master Huang, every week, and the amount was quite substantial. Moreover, they were very cruel to their own people. If they failed to complete their tasks for several consecutive months and wanted to escape the organization, they would cut off their fingers, cut off their ears, and so on, forcing them to create performance targets.

Upon hearing this, Han Chunming's eyes lit up. He had originally been thinking of making some money to spend, planning to do some side jobs, such as treating people's illnesses and earning some kickbacks, so he could buy a bicycle first.

But to my utter surprise, there was unexpected wealth.

Aren't these Buddha-like gangs the perfect targets?

Thinking of this, Han Chunming became interested, squatted down, and asked the two of them.

"So how much money do you pay Scarface every day?"

The two looked up at each other, and one of them spoke in a trembling voice.

"Master Liu asked us to hand over ten yuan every week. I...we could steal a few yuan a day. If we were unlucky, sometimes we could only steal a few cents a day."

Ten yuan per person per week, ten people would be one hundred yuan, and four hundred yuan per month.

Wow, that's a really high salary! You wouldn't guess from that scarred face, he's practically a tycoon.

Wait a minute, this has potential!

Han Chunming immediately stood up, walked to the scarred man, looked at his still convulsing body, and then pressed hard on the man's neck. After pressing for more than ten seconds, the convulsions on the scarred man's face gradually subsided, and he finally slowly opened his eyes.

Upon seeing Han Chunming's smiling face, the scarred man, who had just regained consciousness, instinctively trembled. His breathing quickened, and he looked at Han Chunming with obvious fear in his eyes, having lost all his previous arrogance.

Han Chunming smiled and helped him up, saying kindly.

"We've become friends through a misunderstanding. Here's the thing: my name is Cheng Jianjun, you can call me Brother Jun from now on. I'm a little short on cash right now, so I'm thinking of 'borrowing' some from you. It's not much, just two thousand. I heard you've been in this circle of Buddha for so many years, you must have quite a bit of savings, right?"

Han Chunming's words caused Scarface's expression to change, and he replied in a pleading tone, his voice somewhat hoarse.

"I...I have no money. All my savings combined don't even amount to a hundred yuan. If you want it, I'll give you it all!"

Upon hearing this, Han Chunming was immediately displeased. His smile faded, and he said coldly.

"One hundred yuan? I think you don't want to be friends with me, Cheng Jianjun, anymore. I, Cheng Jianjun, make friends with sincerity. Are you looking down on me, Cheng Jianjun?"

Upon hearing Han Chunming's cold words, Scarface was immediately jolted awake and hurriedly shouted back.

“Brother Jun, Brother Jun, I’m really not lying to you. I originally had a few hundred yuan in savings, but two months ago, I recognized Master Huang as my godfather and gave it all to him. Master Huang’s rule is that once you join his gang and become his godson, you have to hand over all your assets to him. And in the past few months, I’ve given him most of my income. This morning, I also paid my weekly allowance. Now all I have left is ninety-three yuan and three jiao. Brother Jun, I swear, if I’m lying, may I be struck by lightning and die a horrible death!”

Looking at the scarred man's excited explanation, Han Chunming nodded to himself. This kid wasn't lying based on his appearance. So, Master Huang was the real fat sheep.

Thinking of this, the coldness on Han Chunming's face gradually faded, and he once again showed a kind smile, saying with a smile.

"I believe you now. Use that little bit of money to buy some nutritional supplements for your brother who lost his hand. It's still early, let's go to your godfather's house. I want to make friends with him!"

Han Chunming's smiling words sent a chill down Scarface's spine once again. He instinctively wanted to refuse, but when he thought of the physical and mental torment he had just suffered, and saw his subordinates in the distance gritting their teeth, clutching their severed arms, and covered in sweat, he felt extremely uneasy. He knew he was really having a run of bad luck today.

Seeing that Scarface remained silent, Han Chunming's smile vanished instantly. This rapid change in expression caused Scarface's face to change as well, and he quickly spoke up.

"Okay, okay, Brother Jun, I'll take you there right away, but I have a favor to ask. After I take you there, please don't show up, okay?"

Han Chunming could tell from the scarred man's face that he was genuinely afraid of Master Huang, a fear that ran to his very core. Clearly, Master Huang was a ruthless character!

Tough guys are great!

Han Chunming likes tough characters; it's more fun to torture them like that. Otherwise, these small fry are like cowards who can be easily defeated with the slightest bit of violence.

Han Chunming nodded, then spoke to Scarface.

"Wait a minute, I'll treat your brother. I'll bring some medicine over tomorrow, and with two months of proper rest, I'll make sure he's as lively as ever!"

As they spoke, to their astonishment, Han Chunming walked up to the unfortunate fellow with the severed hand. Amid the other man's terror, he began to treat his arm. Indeed, the unfortunate fellow was truly unlucky, and Han Chunming genuinely wanted to teach them a lesson, so he treated the injury a little more severely.

Otherwise, this guy wouldn't just have a simple fracture; it would be at least a comminuted fracture. The hard qigong he learned back in the old mansion is still there; crushing a few bones is a piece of cake for him.

After a quick bandage and immobilization, he told the group to leave and meet them at the usual spot the next afternoon. He also warned them that anyone who dared to reveal anything about his brother Cheng Jianjun would be dealt with. The group nodded frantically, and after receiving permission, they helped the unfortunate man disappear in a flash, leaving only the scarred man, now hunched over, following behind Han Chunming.

Seeing this, Han Chunming nodded, very satisfied with the other party's attitude, and then stepped forward to pat the other party on the shoulder and said.

"Don't worry, my brother Jun keeps his word. Wait a minute, you take me to the place, and I'll go there myself. I just want to make friends with your godfather. I'm a man of my word, and I'll go to great lengths for my friends. We'll become friends today, and if you get to know me, Cheng Jianjun, I guarantee you'll have more face in the future!"

With a bowing and scraping expression and a bitter face, Scarface began to lead the way, taking Han Chunming onto a bus. They then transferred to Chaoyang Road and took the No. 12 trolleybus. The second stop was Balizhuang. The two got off the bus, and Scarface led Han Chunming south.

Balizhuang is home to several famous cotton textile factories in Beijing, including the No. 1, No. 2 and No. 3 Cotton Mills. Han Chunming never expected that this famous Master Huang would live in the workers' family compound, and that he would be just an old gatekeeper.

Scarface stopped in front of a tenement building in the distance and pointed to the first bungalow in the family compound.

“Brother Jun, Huang Wuye’s usual cover identity is an old man who guards the Jingmian Family Compound. Many of his godsons are young people in the tenement buildings of that compound. You have to be careful later. They are very united, and Huang Wuye has a lot of influence. He is one of the top figures in the Buddhist circle. In Yanjing City, you only know his name but never see him. His godsons are all people he raised from childhood. He knows them inside and out. Because I was an orphan from childhood, I worked under his godson for several years. In the end, I gave him all my possessions before I gained his approval and had my own territory.”

Han Chunming nodded. He hadn't expected the famous Master Huang to have this other identity. It was indeed clever. Who would suspect that the old man guarding the gate of the workers' family compound was the notorious King of Thieves in Yanjing?