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

Chen Yang didn't look at the thug with the broken hand again.

He simply turned his head, his gaze traveling more than twenty meters to the scarred man's face.

Then he continued walking forward.

One step, two steps, three steps.

He walked slowly, as if strolling in his own backyard, leisurely and carefree.

But each step was like a heavy hammer blow, slamming into the hearts of those who remained standing.

The air around him seemed to freeze.

Those thugs who had been yelling about killing him were now frozen in place, their hands trembling as they gripped their weapons.

The sound of machetes clattering to the ground echoed repeatedly.

They looked at Chen Yang as if he were a devil crawling out of hell.

Is this man's body made of iron?

When the knife struck, sparks flew everywhere, but it didn't even break the skin.

He was hit with a stick, the stick broke, but he acted as if nothing had happened.

How can we fight like this?

This isn't even human!

The scarred man's face had turned deathly pale, and his forehead was covered in large beads of cold sweat.

He's been around for so many years, fighting his way from south to north, his hands are stained with blood, and he's seen a lot of ruthless people.

But he had never seen anyone like Chen Yang before...

This is fucking beyond his understanding of the human species.

"You...you stay away!"

The scarred man's voice trembled as he watched Chen Yang walk towards him step by step, filled with undisguised fear.

He instinctively took two steps back, his heels hitting the van door, leaving him with nowhere to retreat.

"Bring that woman here!"

He roared at the two burly men who were still holding Su Xiaowan.

The two burly men exchanged a glance, both seeing fear in each other's eyes, but they dared not disobey their boss's orders.

One of the burly men gritted his teeth and reached out to grab Su Xiaowan's neck, intending to take her hostage.

But his hand was only halfway out.

A whooshing sound rang out.

Chen Yang casually picked up a broken baseball bat from the ground, and without even looking at it, flicked his wrist and swung it this way.

The broken baseball bat drew a straight black line in the air, like an arrow released from a bow.

With a soft "pfft".

It was precisely inserted into the burly man's forearm.

"ah--!"

A bloodcurdling scream shattered the tranquility of the old street.

The burly man clutched his arm, blood oozing from between his fingers, and he rolled around on the ground in pain.

The other burly man was so frightened that he let go of Su Xiaowan and tried to run away as fast as he could.

Chen Yang's figure flickered.

The next second, he appeared behind the burly man and gently chopped the back of his neck with a chop.

The burly man, weighing over 200 pounds, didn't utter a sound. His eyes rolled back, and he collapsed limply to the ground.

At this point, everyone except the scarred man and the driver in the car behind him had fallen.

The entire process takes no more than one minute.

After Chen Yang finished dealing with the last person, he slowly walked up to Su Xiaowan.

He reached out and gently peeled off the tape from Su Xiaowan's mouth.

When the tape was ripped off, it left a red mark, and Su Xiaowan hissed in pain.

"Does it hurt?"

Chen Yang looked at her swollen lips, his voice gentle.

Su Xiaowan looked at him, tears streaming down her face like a broken string of pearls. She couldn't say a word, only shaking her head desperately.

Chen Yang smiled, turned around, and began to untie the ropes that bound her behind her back.

"Don't be afraid, it's all over."

The moment the rope was untied, Su Xiaowan could no longer hold back.

She suddenly hugged Chen Yang from behind, buried her face in his back, and burst into tears.

The fear, grievances, and worries that had been suppressed for so long all turned into a torrent of tears at this moment.

Her body trembled violently from crying.

Chen Yang's body stiffened for a moment.

He could feel the back of his shirt being rapidly soaked with warm tears.

He didn't move or speak, he just stood there quietly, letting her hold him and cry.

a long time.

Su Xiaowan's crying gradually subsided, turning into soft sobs.

"Have you cried enough?"

Chen Yang turned around and looked at the girl in front of him, who was crying her eyes out and whose eyes were swollen like walnuts. He felt a little amused and a little sorry for her.

He raised his hand and gently wiped away the tears on her face with his thumb.

"Okay, your makeup is all ruined from crying, you look awful."

Su Xiaowan blushed slightly at his words and lowered her head shyly, her voice thick with nasal tone.

"None of your business..."

Chen Yang couldn't help but laugh when he saw her adorable appearance.

He took off his coat and draped it over Su Xiaowan, wrapping her slightly cold body in it.

"Let's go, I'll take you home."

He took Su Xiaowan's hand, preparing to lead her away from this place of trouble.

"Wait...wait a minute!"

The scarred man watched the two men preparing to leave, mustered his last bit of courage, and called out tremblingly.

Chen Yang stopped and glanced back at him. His gaze was calm, but it made the scarred man feel as if he were being stared at by a prehistoric beast, and his blood almost froze.

"Is...is there anything else?"

Chen Yang spoke casually.

The scarred man knelt down with a thud, disregarding his pride, and began kowtowing to Chen Yang.

"Brother, sir, ancestor! I was blind to your greatness, I was completely out of my depth! Please, have mercy on me!"

He kowtowed repeatedly while slapping himself in the face, swelling it up in just a few blows.

"I promise, I'll never do it again. I'll get out of Jiangcheng and never come back!"

Chen Yang looked at him without saying anything.

He took his phone out of his pocket, snapped a picture of the scarred man's face, and then made a call.

It belongs to Li Ruoxue.

The call was answered quickly.

"Hey, Chen Yang? How's it going on your end? Do you need me...?"

Li Ruoxue's anxious voice came from the other end of the phone.

Chen Yang interrupted her.

"In the abandoned No. 3 factory building on Chengnan Old Street, there are about 20 or 30 people suspected of kidnapping and illegal possession of weapons. Send someone over to handle this."

He paused, glancing at the scarred man kneeling on the ground, trembling.

"I don't know what the leader's name is, but he has a scar on his face. We told him to spit out the people behind him."

"Xu Tianjiao's hidden network in Jiangcheng should be more than just this one."

"Okay, I'll take some men over right away!"

Li Ruoxue responded crisply and decisively.

After hanging up the phone, Chen Yang put his phone back in his pocket, didn't even glance at the scarred man again, and took Su Xiaowan's hand as they walked towards his car.

"Are we just leaving like this?"

Su Xiaowan asked softly. She glanced back at the thugs groaning on the ground and the scarred man kneeling on the ground, too afraid to get up. She was still a little scared.

"Otherwise what?"

Chen Yang opened the passenger door, shoved her inside, and then went around to the driver's seat.

"The police will handle it."

He started the car, turned it around, and the jeep weaved through the gaps between the black vans and drove out of the old street.

The car drove onto the main road and merged into the city's traffic.

The carriage was very quiet.

Su Xiaowan kept her head down, seemingly lost in thought.

Chen Yang glanced at her and saw that she was wearing his coat, her petite body huddled in the large passenger seat, looking pitiful.

"What are you thinking about?"

He slowed down and asked softly.

Su Xiaowan raised her head, her eyes red and swollen from crying looking at him, her gaze filled with complex emotions.

There was lingering fear, admiration, and a trace of dependence that she herself was unaware of.

She bit her lip, hesitated for a long time, and then spoke softly.

"Chen Yang, you..."

"Does he/she have some kind of special status?"