My disciple, you are now invincible. Go down the mountain and wreak havoc on the world!

Zhou Hu brought his entire face close to Ye Xunhuan's, "Kid, try being arrogant again and see what happens?"

Ye Xunhuan, with an orange-flavored lollipop dangling from his mouth, was enjoying it immensely, seemingly oblivious to the danger. Instead, he seemed to find the gun barrel uncomfortable, so he stretched out two fingers, pinched the muzzle, and gently pushed it to the side.

"Don't get so close, you're blocking my candy."

His tone was so casual, as if he were brushing aside a blade of grass blocking his way. Zhou Hu was so taken aback by his nonchalant gesture that the muzzle of his gun tilted half a foot, his hand went numb from the shock, and he almost dropped the gun.

"You're asking for it!" He was both shocked and furious, and abruptly pushed the gun back into position.

Upon seeing this, the hundreds of henchmen behind him all took a step forward in unison, their heavy footsteps slamming into the ground, causing the entire corridor to tremble.

Ye Xunhuan pursed his lips, ignoring his words. Instead, he turned his head and glanced around the corridor, muttering to himself. His voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears.

"All these dilapidated stairwells look the same. I went to the toilet just now and it took me three rounds to find my way here. And you guys are blocking my way again, still nagging and complaining. Are you never going to stop?"

The room fell silent as soon as he said that.

Everyone is stupid.

What time is it?

With a gun pointed at his head, this kid is still complaining about how the stairwell looks like someone else?

Lu Zhenxiong lay on the ground, his hands crushed and bleeding from being trampled. Hearing this, he almost fainted from anger. He thought to himself that this kid was either crazy or really scared out of his wits.

Zhou Hu was stunned for a moment, then burst into mocking laughter, the two iron balls in his hand spinning loudly, the sound particularly jarring in the quiet corridor.

"You went to the toilet, circled around three times, and then finally found it?"

"Haha, a country bumpkin is a country bumpkin, can't even find his way around!"

His laughter made the scar on his face tremble, then he suddenly raised his hand, his laughter abruptly ceasing. "Let me tell you, today you're not even going to find the ICU, you're not even going to step out of this floor!"

"This ICU has three floors, with stairs, elevators, fire exits, and even the ventilation openings on the roof and the underground pipe shafts—I've got people guarding them all!"

"More than three hundred brothers have surrounded this place completely; not even a fly could escape, let alone a person!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the more than three hundred thugs behind him roared in unison, "Brother Tiger is awesome!"

The roar made the corridor ceiling light shake, followed by a crisp "crash".

The thugs in the front row all drew their machetes from their waistbands, the half-meter-long blades gleaming coldly under the incandescent light. The men in the back row raised their homemade guns and sawed-off hunting rifles, the bolts clicking loudly.

The place was packed with people, so crowded that the already narrow corridor was almost completely blocked, leaving barely any room to step.

A fierce, bandit-like aura swept over them, and the several off-line members of the Su family who had come with them immediately went weak in the knees, only managing to stay upright by leaning against the wall.

Lu Zhenxiong lay on the ground, sweating profusely from the pain, but the sound of the commotion seemed to give him a shot of adrenaline. He raised his bloodied face and gave Ye Xunhuan a vicious, resentful grin.

"Ye Xunhuan! You're dead!"

"With Tiger Lord personally taking action, even the Heavenly King himself couldn't save you today!"

Zhou Hu kicked him on the back again, his face full of disgust. "You have no right to speak here. Shut the hell up."

Having suppressed the business tycoons of the provincial capital, Zhou Hu proudly gestured with his chin towards Ye Xunhuan, his tone carrying a hint of condescending boastfulness:

"He offered thirty million to have your head."

"Kid, you're just a piece of trash who came out of the mountains. You're worth thirty million. You should be grateful even if you die."

He paused, narrowed his one eye into a slit, and added smugly, "Don't say I, Zhou Hu, bullied you."

"Knowing you're strong enough to take down over a dozen trash from Youge, I specially spent eight million to invite Master Zhang, a mid-stage Yellow Rank martial artist from a martial arts family in Jiangbei, to oversee things."

"Yellow-rank martial artist, ever heard of them?" Zhou Hu sneered, his tone full of awe.

"That's the real martial arts world. A single punch can penetrate a wall. Those who practice external martial arts are invulnerable to swords and spears. Beating someone like you, who's only practiced farming tricks in the countryside for a few days, is no different than crushing an ant!"

As he spoke, he shifted his body slightly, and the crowd behind him immediately parted to make way for a thin man in a black training uniform who slowly walked out.

The man was about fifty years old, with high cheekbones, an expressionless face, and eyes as sharp as poisoned knives. He walked with his toes barely touching the ground, his footsteps so light they were almost silent.

As soon as he stood there, with his feet as the center, the marble floor began to crack, accompanied by several crisp cracking sounds, and the cracks extended all the way to Ye Xunhuan's feet.

"hiss--!"

The Su family's collateral relatives gasped in shock.

Everyone fell silent, trembling with fear.

Martial arts masters are indeed extraordinary.

Finished!

Dead!

Su Qingyuan's face was ashen.

She was a worldly person; she had heard that the martial arts world was divided into martial artists and cultivators, and that Master Zhang in front of her had already stepped into the realm of cultivators.

Anyone who provokes a martial artist can wipe out an entire sect single-handedly.

Moreover, the Master Zhang in front of us is a Yellow-rank martial artist who has already stepped into the threshold of cultivation.

"Xunhuan!" Su Qingyuan's hand, which was holding Ye Xunhuan's, was trembling.

"Hey, wife." Ye Xunhuan turned his face, grinned, and revealed his sharp canine tooth.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I'm here, the sky won't fall down."

"Even if it collapses, they'll hold it up."

As he spoke, he scratched Su Qingyuan's palm with his large hand.

For some reason, Su Qingyuan's heart calmed down at that roguish yet relaxed demeanor.

Ye Zhong's pupils suddenly contracted, and his hand gripping the sandalwood cane tightened instantly, his knuckles turning bluish-white.

He had lived in the Ye family for over forty years and had met many figures in the martial arts world with the old man. He recognized at a glance that the gaunt man's aura was calm and restrained, and he was indeed a mid-stage Yellow Rank martial artist!

Even if all those swords, guns, and cannons on the scene attacked at the same time, they probably wouldn't be able to get close to a Yellow-rank martial artist.

Not to mention that the other side also had more than 300 armed thugs. This situation was a hopeless dead end!

The faces of the four bodyguards in black also darkened. They gripped their pistols so tightly they creaked. They knew that with just the four of them and four guns, it would be difficult to protect everyone, let alone even delay the situation for a moment.

After comforting Su Qingyuan, Ye Xunhuan acted as if he hadn't even seen the gaunt man. He frowned, patted his pocket, pulled out a strawberry-flavored lollipop, glanced at it, and then put it back.

"You scared my wife."

"I'll give you two options. First, kneel down, kowtow three times, slap yourself a hundred times, and then go back to the provincial capital. From now on, you're never allowed to set foot in Jiangcheng again."

"Secondly, buy me some lollipops right now."

As he spoke, he muttered, "There's only one left. I was supposed to order delivery, but this crappy phone can't order takeout..."

His completely disregard for others infuriated Master Zhang.

"You arrogant brat!" Master Zhang shouted in a low voice, his voice as hoarse as sandpaper grinding wood.

Ye Xunhuan then raised his eyes, looked him up and down, picked at his ear, and looked completely nonchalant.

"Hey, old man, what's your name again?"

"Li Erniu... or Zhang Ergou? I can't remember, I really can't, it's too much of a brain drain."

Upon hearing this, Master Zhang's face instantly turned as black as the bottom of a pot, and his aura suddenly became sharp.

Zhou Hu was so angry he laughed: "Fine! Very well! You're about to die, and you're still being stubborn. Let's see how long you can keep up this act!"

He took a step forward, glancing sideways at Su Qingyuan behind Ye Xunhuan. His greedy gaze lingered on her slender waist, fair neck, and delicate face, as if he wanted to devour her whole.

"The woman next to you is quite beautiful. Okay, I'll take her."

"Kid? You don't have any objections, do you?"