Awakening the Phoenix Flow System after the breakup, I'm so happy!

When Chen Yang came out of the underground parking garage of Xingchen Group, it was already completely dark outside.

The night wind in Jiangcheng carried the chill of early autumn, and it felt a little cold on my face.

He sat in the driver's seat and started the car.

With a low growl from the engine, the car shot forward.

Chen Yang turned the steering wheel with one hand and took out his phone with the other, calling Su Xiaowan back.

No one answered.

Dial again.

Still no one answered.

He tossed his phone onto the passenger seat and pressed the accelerator even harder.

He knew the old street in the south of the city.

The oldest urban area of ​​Jiangcheng is filled with abandoned factories and old buildings that are half-demolished but not yet demolished.

There are hardly any streetlights at night; it's a notorious gray area in Jiangcheng.

Fifteen minutes.

Chen Yang drove from the city center to the south of the city.

As the jeep turned into the entrance of the old street, Chen Yang slowed down.

The street was narrow and long, with six- or seven-story tenement buildings on both sides. Most of the tiles on the exterior walls had fallen off, and the dark windows looked like rows of open mouths.

The headlights shone out, and two hundred meters ahead, three black vans were parked sideways.

The road was completely blocked.

Chen Yang parked the car fifty meters away, turned off the engine, and got out.

He stood in front of the car and looked around.

At the entrances of the alleys on both sides of the old street, many people were standing in the shadows.

A rough count would reveal at least twenty or thirty.

Some were carrying baseball bats, others were clutching machetes, the blades flashing under the streetlights.

"You're here?"

The passenger door of the van at the front opened, and a middle-aged man in a leather jacket jumped out.

A scar runs from his left ear to his chin, stretching half of his face and making his smile particularly eerie.

"Chen Yang, right?"

The scarred man, a cigarette dangling from his lips, strolled over slowly.

"He came alone, that's manly enough."

Chen Yang kept his hands in his pockets and didn't move.

Where are they?

"What's the rush? He's perfectly fine, not a single hair is missing."

The scarred man waved his hand behind him.

The side door of the second van was pulled open from the inside.

Su Xiaowan was dragged off the car by two burly men.

A silver duct tape was stuck to his mouth, and his hands were tied behind his back.

Her clothes and coat were wrinkled, her hair was disheveled, and there were tear stains on her face.

But he doesn't appear to be injured.

As soon as Su Xiaowan saw Chen Yang, she made muffled noises through her mouth, which was sealed with tape, and struggled desperately to run toward him.

The burly man behind him grabbed his shoulder and pinned him down, rendering him unable to move.

Chen Yang's gaze swept over Su Xiaowan.

After confirming that she had no external injuries, he looked away and turned to the scarred man.

"Who sent you?"

The scarred man chuckled.

"Don't you know your place?"

"You beat up Young Master Xu like that, and then slapped Young Master Xu in the face, and you still want to know who sent me?"

He flicked his cigarette ash and tilted his head to look Chen Yang up and down.

"But our boss said that as long as you obediently kneel down and kowtow three times, and then break your right hand, we'll let this little girl go."

"otherwise……"

The scarred man glanced back at Su Xiaowan and licked his lips.

"The brothers have been sitting in this old street in the south of the city all day, and they're all pretty bored."

"Perfect, I'll use this little chick to satisfy my craving, hahaha!"

Su Xiaowan's body trembled, and tears fell again.

Chen Yang's expression didn't change much after hearing these words.

He took his hands out of his pockets and stretched his neck.

The joints made a crisp cracking sound.

"Is that all the people?"

The scarred man paused for a moment.

"What do you mean?"

Chen Yang took two steps forward.

"I'm saying, with so few people, is your boss really serious?"

"I thought Xu Tianjiao could pull off something impressive."

His tone was too flat.

They completely disregarded the person on the other side.

The smile on the scarred man's face froze.

He stared at Chen Yang for two seconds, then suddenly felt that something was wrong.

This person's eyes are so clear.

It wasn't the kind of feigned composure; he genuinely didn't take anyone present seriously.

"Are you not getting the situation right?"

The scarred man turned around and waved to the entrances of the alleys on both sides.

With a whoosh, more than twenty people surged out from the shadows and surrounded Chen Yang completely.

The sounds of baseball bats hitting the ground echoed incessantly, and the blades of machetes reflected the light from the streetlights.

"The brothers were all transferred from other provinces, and they're all incredibly ruthless."

The scarred man threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stomped it out.

"Look carefully, or you'll be crying and begging for mercy later."

Chen Yang glanced around.

He counted them; including the scarred man, there were twenty-six people in total.

Four of them had physiques that were clearly different from ordinary people, with broad shoulders and thick waists, and their standing posture was completely different from that of ordinary thugs.

These four people were unarmed, but they stood empty-handed at the front of the crowd, clearly indicating that they had some training.

"Oh, you even brought a few people who know a thing or two."

Chen Yang smiled.

The scarred man was somewhat annoyed by his laughter.

"You have three seconds, kneel or not?"

Chen Yang remained silent.

He glanced at Su Xiaowan.

Su Xiaowan was staring intently at him, her eyes as red as a rabbit's, her face streaked with tears.

His mouth was taped shut, so he could only make indistinct sounds.

Although he couldn't hear the voice clearly, Chen Yang could read her lip movements.

"Don't come, get out of here."

She was letting him run.

A strange emotion welled up inside Chen Yang.

It's not anger.

It's heartbreaking.

Even though the girl was tied up like that, her first reaction wasn't to scream for help, but to tell him to leave her alone.

"Don't be afraid."

Chen Yang smiled at Su Xiaowan from a distance of more than 20 meters.

The sound wasn't loud, but it could be heard clearly on the quiet old street.

"Now that your man is here, no one can touch you."

Su Xiaowan's tears welled up again.

But this time it wasn't because of fear.

The scarred man was getting impatient.

"Three seconds are up. You asked for it, so don't blame your brother..."

He didn't finish his sentence.

Chen Yang made a move.

There was no warning, no running start, no stance.

He took a step forward, as if taking a walk.

Then he found himself standing in front of the burly man at the very front.

The big man reacted quickly, punching Chen Yang in the temple.

The wind howled, and that punch carried at least two or three hundred pounds of force.

Chen Yang tilted his head, and the force of the punch grazed his ear.

He raised his hand and slapped the big man in the chest.

The burly man, weighing over 100 kilograms, was sent flying into the air.

It hit the two henchmen behind him who were holding sticks, and the three of them fell to the ground like a human pyramid.

The entire room fell silent for a second.

Just one second.

Then, everyone moved.

Baseball bats, machetes, and steel pipes came from all directions.

Chen Yang stood still, motionless.

The first baseball bat swung down on his left shoulder.

Click.

The stick broke in two.

The thug who hit him felt like he had been struck by an iron pillar; his hand was so jolted open that the stick flew out of his hand.

Before he could even cry out in pain, Chen Yang slapped him across the face, and he fell silent.

The second, the third, the fourth...

Chen Yang started walking forward.

With every step taken, someone falls.

His movements were not fast; in fact, they could be described as very slow.

But every single one of them was terrifyingly precise.

They hit exactly where they were supposed to, one after another, like an assembly line.

Someone attacked from behind with a machete.

The blade struck his back, sparks flying.

Chen Yang turned around and glanced at the man.

The man saw that there wasn't even a white mark left on Chen Yang's back, but the machete in his hand had a nick.

His legs started to tremble.

"You... what kind of monster are you...?"