You got your marriage certificate and then abandoned me? I'll feed the richest woman in the wor

Scarface's laughter echoed in the dark, cramped alley.

With a cruelty and certainty born from years of living on the edge.

The blade of the butterfly knife twirled in the dim light, reflecting a dazzling, cold glint.

It was less than two meters from Chen Yuan's chest.

The skinny, bamboo-like accomplice next to him also brandished a military dagger with a blood groove.

The three men formed a triangular encirclement.

This professional formation is something that two unarmed ordinary tourists would find difficult to handle.

Even against local trained patrol officers, they can finish the job in ten seconds.

Shen Wanzhou hid in the shadow of Chen Yuan's broad back.

The air was thick with the musty smell of fermenting alleyways and the murderous aura emanating from the three men.

She bit her lower lip hard, leaving a deep white mark on her lips from her teeth.

But she didn't scream, nor did she close her eyes.

The two hands that were gripping the hem of Chen Yuan's trench coat were still trembling slightly.

But they held on tighter than ever before.

Because she knew.

As long as the man in front of you doesn't lose his composure.

The sky will not collapse.

Chen Yuan's deep black eyes remained completely calm.

He didn't even lift his eyelids.

This is a nobody who wouldn't even rank among the lowest-level assassins on the dark web.

In his eyes, he didn't even deserve to unbutton his trench coat.

His gaze passed over the approaching scarred face.

It landed on something at the edge of the alley, next to that abandoned wooden basket.

It was a cast iron frying pan used in Turkey to grill meat patties.

The bottom of the pot was covered with a thick layer of black, old grease.

It is extremely heavy, weighing four or five pounds.

The handle is made of rough hardwood.

"Close your eyes."

Chen Yuan whispered something to the girl behind him.

The voice was so calm it was like a reminder to go to bed early that night.

Before he could finish speaking...

The tall, thin thief couldn't wait any longer.

In his eagerness to be the first to claim credit, he dashed forward in one stride.

The military dagger in his hand whistled sharply as it pierced Chen Yuan's side.

If this is solid, then...

Even if they don't die, they'll be half-dead.

But before his knife tip could even touch the black trench coat fabric.

Chen Yuan made a move.

The speed was so fast that it completely defied the common sense of the limits of human muscle power.

It was like a black lightning bolt.

He slightly shifted his left foot, causing his upper body to tilt to the right by an inch in an unusual manner.

The dagger grazed his side and missed.

At the same time.

His right hand had already reached out like a ghost.

He scooped up the cast iron frying pan from the ground.

The moment the rough wooden handle fell into my palm.

Chen Yuan suddenly flipped his wrist.

The heavy frying pan swung through the air in an extremely sharp black semi-circle.

call--!

A dull whistling sound echoed through the narrow alley.

It sent chills down my spine more than the sound of any sword being swung.

boom!

A deafening, bone-crushing sound.

The dark, murky bottom of the pot slammed into the tall, thin man's right cheek with tremendous force.

A tremendous impact.

It smashed the tall, thin man's face, which had prominent cheekbones, so badly that it was severely deformed.

The bridge of the nose collapsed instantly.

Several blood-stained teeth shot out of his mouth and slammed into the bluestone wall next to him.

The tall, thin man didn't even have time to let out a scream.

He looked like a fly that had been swatted.

His feet left the ground instantly, and he spun halfway in mid-air.

It slammed heavily onto a trash can two meters away.

He fainted on the spot, his body still twitching unconsciously.

This happened too fast.

As they approached Scarface and his accomplice, the sneer on their faces hadn't even faded yet.

His face froze.

"F**k!"

Scarface's pupils suddenly contracted to the size of pinpoints.

Is this really a regular tourist?!

The force and speed with which that pot shattered a person's nose bridge.

Even the devilish instructors he had met in the mercenary camps in Afghanistan back then couldn't do it!

But he has no way out now.

"Attack him together! Kill him!"

Scarface roared, trying to bolster his courage.

She twirled the butterfly knife in her hand in a fancy flourish, then thrust it straight at Chen Yuan's throat.

Another notorious thief pounced from the side.

Two gleaming blades blocked all of Chen Yuan's escape routes.

If it were unarmed, this might cause Chen Yuan some trouble.

But now.

In Chen Ye's hand, he held a "kitchen utensil" that he was most familiar with.

A cruel mockery flashed in Chen Yuan's eyes.

He didn't back down.

Instead, he held the frying pan upright in front of his chest with one hand, like a black shield.

Clang!

Scarface's butterfly knife tip slammed into the thick cast iron pot bottom.

A trail of blinding sparks flew out.

The powerful recoil caused the scarred man's hand to split open.

Blood gushed out instantly, and he could barely hold the knife.

"With that little strength, you can't even cut a piece of frozen meat."

Chen Yuan's mocking voice boomed in the scarred man's ear.

Before he could react...

Chen Yuan suddenly flipped his wrist again.

The frying pan slid down the blade.

He struck his accomplice, who was lunging at him from the side, with a sharp, shrewd blow from a tricky angle.

boom!

The edge of the pot precisely sliced ​​into the man's chin.

A crisp sound of the jawbone dislocating.

The man screamed and flew backward like a boiled shrimp.

His back slammed heavily against the rough brick wall of the alley.

He slipped into a muddy puddle, clutching his dislocated jaw and rolling on the ground in pain.

three people.

Ten seconds.

Only Scarface remained, barely managing to stand.

He looked at his two accomplices on the ground, their fates unknown.

Then look at the man across from me, holding a frying pan, who wasn't even out of breath.

He finally understood.

Today, we've caught a fat sheep.

This is clearly a case of deliberately handing one's neck to death!

Fear was like an invisible hand, gripping his throat tightly.

My legs felt as limp as two cooked noodles.

With a thud.

Scarface dropped his butterfly knife onto the stone pavement.

His knees buckled, and he knelt directly in front of Chen Yuan.

Sweating profusely, he could barely string together the words of pleading for mercy.

"No...don't..."

Chen Yuan looked down at him.

There was not a trace of warmth in his eyes.

He picked up the frying pan in his hand.

Under the horrified and desperate gaze of the scarred man.

The bottom of the pot was covered in black grease.

It slapped him mercilessly on the top of his head.

"Bang!"

This dull thud was heavier than the previous two.

Scarface's eyes rolled back instantly.

He fell straight down onto the muddy stone road.

He completely lost consciousness.

A long-planned robbery.

In less than a minute.

It ended in a way that was both comical and bloody.

The alleyway fell silent once more.

Only the faint sounds of the distant Grand Bazaar market drifted on the wind.

Chen Yuan glanced at the three unlucky guys who had fainted on the ground.

He frowned in disdain.

He rotated his wrist and looked at the slightly dented and deformed cast iron frying pan in his hand.

Just toss it around.

Clang.

The frying pan slammed down next to the tall, thin man with a crisp sound.

Chen Yuan casually tossed aside the dented frying pan, dusted off his hands, and said, "This little bit of skill isn't even enough for me to toss a couple of spoons in the kitchen."