Top-notch Little Horseman

Ye Chen and the Smoker stood back to back; if they wanted to get through this hurdle, they would have to fight.

Butler Ye got up and, with the help of the servants, walked out from the group of guards, looking at Ye Chen, who dared to hit him.

"You damned brat, how dare you hit me! How dare you cause trouble at the Qian residence! You're asking for death!"

"If I don't beat you until you're crying for your parents today, I'll change my name!"

He waved his hand and ordered, "What are you all standing there for? Are you just freeloaders for the Qian family? Go! Cripple these two brats and throw them out!"

Just then, Ye Chen made a move.

He stepped forward, glided into the crowd, and lunged at the nearest guard.

The advantage of these guards lies in their weapons. You must use lightning speed to break into the blind spots of their weapons, thus triggering a melee and taking advantage of the chaos.

Without three to five years of experience fighting on the battlefield, one cannot gain such insights.

Even the smoker was stunned.

Ye Chen was usually just a poor, pedantic scholar who knew a bit about classical Chinese, but no one expected him to be so cunning.

"Hey, you smoker, get serious!" Ye Chen shouted as he kicked one of the guards to the ground.

The guards beside him were startled and suddenly thrust their long sticks toward Ye Chen's chest.

Ye Chen remained calm and dodged the thrusting staff by sidestepping it. He then stepped in front of the guard and used his shoulder to knock him away.

Seeing Ye Chen take down one guard with each move, the smoker's bloodlust surged.

"The captain looks down on me! That's awful!"

The smoker snorted, took a step forward, and grabbed the two long sticks that were thrust at him.

With a sudden burst of strength, he sent the two guards flying.

He swung his long stick and smashed it at the guards on both sides, quickly knocking down a number of them.

"Come on! If you dare to fight me, do you think my 30 years of hard qigong training was for nothing?"

The tobacco man grinned maliciously, hurling his long stick at the surrounding guards. He then took off his shirt, revealing a muscular physique that was far beyond his years.

His body was covered in scars, his former medals of honor. Two horse herders and a hundred guards were surprisingly evenly matched for a time.

News of someone breaking into the Qian residence and fighting with the Qian family guards in the back garden quickly spread throughout the mansion.

More and more guards and servants were dragged along to the back garden.

At this moment, all the servants and guards of the Qian family were fully armed.

Several hundred people changed clothes in an instant; this was the strength of the Qian family, Qian Wansan's private army.

The Qian family had over a thousand servants, guards, slaves, and maids, making them arguably the largest household in Beiping.

To dare to act so recklessly in the Qian residence is simply asking for trouble; they must be mentally ill.

The newly arrived servants and guards were all very excited, thinking that they would get a lot of money as a reward if they captured the thief.

Qian Wansan was always very generous to them. As long as they could capture the thieves, each of them would receive a reward, whether more or less.

To earn more reward money, one must exert greater effort, so they all hoped that the person who dared to break into the Qian Mansion could last longer.

But when they arrived, they were all dumbfounded.

Ye Chen and the Smoker have joined forces and have already taken down more than half of the guards.

Although the two were forced to stand in front of an artificial hill, few people dared to approach them.

Although Ye Chen's fighting style was very fierce, after a series of fierce battles, he had begun to catch his breath.

This damn body is still too weak and cannot withstand high-intensity combat at all. He felt like his lungs were about to explode.

"Captain, how are you?" Smoker looked at Ye Chen with some concern, gripping his long stick tightly and keeping a watchful eye on his surroundings.

"I just got hit twice. It's nothing, I won't die." Ye Chen smiled, looking completely unfazed.

In fact, there were too many guards. He had just been scalped on the back of the head, and blood was dripping down his hair.

"Damn it! A bunch of useless trash! You couldn't even take down two madmen! Is the Qian family just feeding you to eat?" Butler Ye roared angrily at the guards who dared not step forward.

"Go! Go now! Cripple them! I'll personally reward anyone who manages to cut one of them with a tael of silver!"

Butler Ye, his eyes red, stared intently at Ye Chen and shouted.

Upon hearing Steward Ye's words, the guards exchanged glances, then dropped their clubs and took out gleaming steel knives from behind them.

They don't just want to cripple Ye Chen, they want to get rid of him!

"Qian Wansan!" Ye Chen took a deep breath and roared towards the inner palace.

"Looks like you can't handle this windfall! The so-called number one merchant in Beiping... Bah! I think you're just the number one idiot in Beiping!"

Ye Chen screamed and cursed, this would be his last resort.

Whether he lives or dies depends on Qian Wansan's vision!

Surrounded by so many people, they have absolutely no chance of breaking out.

But he must overcome this hurdle; it is his path between life and death!

Just as the servants and guards were about to rush forward and kill Ye Chen, a deep voice came from behind.

Ye Chen could clearly feel the real pain, but he still couldn't take a single step back.

In this chaotic world, there are only two things you can believe in: one is hard silver, and the other is a solid fist.

Ye Chen may not have any money now, but he has solid fists.

If you want to do business with Qian Wansan, you have to have cards to play, and the only card Ye Chen can hold is his hard fist.

Only by letting Qian Wansan experience the power of a hard fist can we gain the leverage to make him come out and talk to us.

Upon hearing the word "stop," all the servants and guards froze in place as if under a spell.

"What are you all standing there for! Get out of the way!"

Upon hearing the man's voice, the servants and guards all retreated to both sides.

Ye Chen and Smoker looked over and saw a man in his early twenties walking out of the crowd.

He had a baby face and a pure black Tang sword hanging from his waist, making him look like a young swordsman.

"It's him? How could it be? It's him!" Upon seeing who it was, the smoker was filled with respect and stood up straight.

Upon hearing this, Ye Chen raised his eyes slightly, turned to look at the smoker, and asked, "Who is this person? Do you know him?"

"It seems he has some connections."

The Smoker took a deep breath and said, "His name is Yan Luo, the number one martial arts master in Beiping City, nicknamed Yama."

"However, he grew up on the charity of many families and I've never heard of him pledging allegiance to anyone. I never expected him to settle down with the Qian family."

As the smoker spoke, cold sweat broke out on his brow, and his face turned slightly pale. With this guy here, trying to break out was simply a pipe dream.