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

Seeing that Ye Xunhuan remained silent, Zhou Hu assumed that he had backed down.

"What? Are you scared now? Stop pretending?" Zhou Hu licked his chapped lips, his gaze greedily venturing into Su Qingyuan's two high, firm breasts.

Suddenly he burst into mocking laughter.

"But it's too late! Once Master Zhang breaks your limbs and cripples your pathetic kung fu, I'll tie you to a stone and throw you into the river to feed the fish."

"As for the pretty girl behind you..."

He let out a grotesque, cackling laugh. "It would be such a waste for someone so handsome to die."

"I'll strip her naked later, and when I'm done playing with her, I'll drag her to the next ward so the brothers can have some fun."

"And that old geezer lying in the ICU,"

Zhou Hu kicked the door of the ward next to him. "Let's drag him out together and throw him into the river to feed the fish."

Upon hearing this, Su Qingyuan's face turned as white as paper, and her body trembled slightly uncontrollably.

Several elders from collateral branches of the Su family who had come along immediately collapsed to their knees upon hearing this, their legs giving way.

"Tiger Lord! Spare me!"

"This has absolutely nothing to do with the Su family! It's all the fault of that jinx, Ye Xunhuan!"

"Su Qingyuan, do whatever you want with us! We have no objections, we just beg you, Tiger, to show mercy and spare our lives!"

The men kowtowed repeatedly, their foreheads soon bleeding, and they cried with snot and tears streaming down their faces, fearing that Zhou Hu's anger would fall on them.

Su Qingyuan glanced back at them, her eyes filled with disappointment and heartbreak, but she didn't say a word.

Ye Zhong was so angry that he trembled all over, and slammed his cane heavily on the ground:

"You bunch of traitors! Miss Qingyuan has always treated you well, how could you..."

Instead of feeling ashamed after being scolded by Ye Zhong, the elders of the collateral branch of the Su family kowtowed even harder.

As they kowtowed, they pointed at Ye Zhong, saying, "This old bastard Tiger is a servant of that brat surnamed Ye. Tiger, why don't you take him in as well!"

"you……"

Ye Zhongzhen really wanted to get rid of these treacherous Su family relatives, but unfortunately, these traitors were the young master's maternal relatives, so he dared not act on his own.

With a stern rebuke, Ye Zhong turned to Zhou Hu, "You must be Zhou Hu from the Zhou family in the provincial capital. I am from the Ye family in Yanjing..."

Before Ye Zhong could finish speaking, Zhou Hu said smugly:

"Old man, who do you think you are? You dare to talk to me like that?"

After saying that, Zhou Hu looked at Ye Xunhuan and said, "See? Even the family you're protecting can't wait for you to die! If I were you, I would have killed myself by now!"

Four bodyguards in black immediately stepped forward, firmly protecting Ye Xunhuan and Su Qingyuan behind them. Ye Zhong lowered his voice, his tone urgent and solemn:

"Young Master, the four of us will rush in and hold them off with our lives. You take Miss Su and head towards the fire escape; there are fewer people there. You're good at martial arts; you'll definitely be able to get out!"

"If anything were to happen to you, how would I explain it to the old master!"

In Ye Zhong's view, this was a certain death situation.

With a Yellow-rank martial artist and hundreds of armed thugs, let alone protecting Su Qingyuan, even if Ye Xunhuan himself wanted to escape unscathed, he would have to suffer greatly.

Lu Zhenxiong lay on the ground, laughing so hard tears streamed down his face. "Ye Xunhuan! You've finally met your match!"

"Weren't you very arrogant when you hit me? Keep being arrogant!"

"After Tiger and the brothers have their fun with your woman, I want to have a taste too!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Xunhuan slowly turned his head.

He still had that nonchalant smile on his face, but his eyes, which always carried a hint of indifference, were now devoid of any smile, as cold as a bottomless, frozen pool.

He didn't look at the Su family's collateral branch kneeling and begging for mercy, nor at Lu Zhenxiong's face full of resentment, nor even at the Yellow-rank martial artist who was posing imposingly.

His gaze fell directly on Zhou Hu, his tone was soft, yet it carried a chilling coldness.

"Who gave you the audacity to make a move on her?"

The moment those words left his mouth, the temperature in the corridor seemed to drop several degrees instantly.

Zhou Hu was stunned for a moment, then laughed even more wildly.

"It's me?"

"What's wrong with having designs on her?"

"Not only will I make my sights on her, I'll also teach her how to please men right in front of you..."

Before he could finish speaking, Ye Xunhuan chuckled and shook his head, as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world.

"Sigh! There's really no way around it. Someone like you, carrying a chamber pot to the toilet, is just asking for trouble."

"No matter how many times we kill them, we can't get rid of them all!"

Ye Xunhuan's voice carried a hint of nonchalant mockery.

It wasn't Zhou Hu's constant back-and-forth and reckless behavior that didn't anger him.

Zhou Hu's provocation was simply too much, and his strength was far too weak.

It's like a flea biting an elephant; it's not even worthy of scratching an itch.

Upon hearing Ye Xunhuan's words, Master Zhang's expression suddenly changed.

He could clearly sense that the seemingly carefree young man in front of him exuded an extremely terrifying aura, but it vanished in a flash, so fast that he thought it was an illusion.

"Playing tricks!" Master Zhang sneered, took a step forward, and instantly released the pressure of a mid-stage Yellow Rank cultivator.

"Kid, words are useless."

"Now cut off your own arms and destroy your dantian, and I can give you a quick death without implicating anyone around you."

As soon as he spoke, the thugs around him instinctively shrank back, their faces filled with awe.

In their eyes, Master Zhang was a demigod-like figure. He had been in the business for thirty years, and every move he made drew blood. No one had ever been able to withstand three moves from him.

Ye Xunhuan picked at his ear, as if he hadn't heard what he said, looked him up and down, pursed his lips, and looked disappointed.

"That's it? That's so boring."

"I thought they'd brought in some big shot, but it turns out they're just a half-baked amateur."

Ye Xunhuan shook his head, sighed, and felt extremely disappointed.

"I was planning to have some fun, but now it's all over in less than a minute!"

Ye Xunhuan continued to shake his head, "Sigh! This kind of fighting style is too boring. In the end, we probably won't even be able to catch up with the sausage stall downstairs and will have to close down."

These words were like rubbing Master Zhang's face into the ground.

"You ignorant fool!" Master Zhang was furious. His aura surged, and he took a step forward. The marble floor beneath his feet cracked outwards from his foot, creating a large crater.

He made a fist with his left hand and a claw with his right, poised to strike.

When a Yellow-Rank martial artist gets angry, rivers of blood flow!

Seeing this, Zhou Hu immediately waved his hand and ordered, "Everyone, attack together! Break this kid's legs first!"

"When I've had my fill of that little wench, I'll give her to you guys to play with."

"Kill him! Kill him!"

"Playing with Su Qingyuan, huh..."

More than three hundred thugs responded to the call, brandishing machetes and carrying steel pipes, and charged forward in a massive wave.

Their footsteps were deafening, and the entire corridor shook.

The safety on the homemade guns was released one after another, and the dark muzzles were pointed at Ye Xunhuan.

The members of the Su family's collateral branch were so frightened that they huddled in a corner, crying and begging for their parents.

Ye Zhong and his four bodyguards immediately assumed defensive stances, their eyes resolute, ready to fight to the death.

Su Qingyuan closed her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling, but she never let go of Ye Xunhuan's hand.

At this critical moment, when everyone thought Ye Xunhuan was doomed—

"Crack—"

A crisp, clear sound of a candy shattering was heard amidst the clamor of footsteps and shouts of battle.

Ye Xunhuan slowly swallowed the crushed lollipop crumbs in his mouth, and twirled the five-cent plastic candy stick with his free fingertips. The transparent stick flashed a cold light under the lamp.

He slowly moved his wrists, his knuckles making a series of crisp cracking sounds, and a roguish yet menacing smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

The boy took a small step forward. His not-so-broad back was like an insurmountable mountain, completely blocking Su Qingyuan behind him.

"Since you insist on courting death, then I won't be polite to you."

The moment he finished speaking, the plastic candy stick in his fingertip twirled slightly, and his entire demeanor changed abruptly.