One person: Activate the talisman, behold my Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon!

"Well said! The third brother is just too stubborn."

Xu Si looked around, put away his cigarette, suppressed his smile, and instantly exuded the aura of someone in charge.

"Alright! Stop arguing. Tonight's target is Shen Chong, the root of all trouble. You all know how dangerous it is. Anyone who messes up will have to write a self-criticism when they get back!"

At his command, everyone in the room immediately put aside their distractions and sat up straight.

……

It was 8:30 p.m. at the scrap metal yard.

Amidst mountains of rusted steel and scrapped equipment, weeds grew taller than a person. The moon was obscured by thick clouds, and the surroundings were pitch black.

Xu Si divided the men into three groups, which moved in a triangular formation toward the center of the factory.

Ye Xing was assigned to Xu San's group, along with Old Lin with the buzz cut.

Old Lin pressed himself tightly against the rusty shipping container, clutching two specially made short knives in his hands, his breathing extremely low.

Xu San was also staring intently ahead, with faint traces of true qi flowing through his hands.

In contrast, Ye Xing...

He lay down beside a tree not far behind the two of them, his hands behind his head, leisurely swinging his toes.

"You are crazy!"

Old Lin suddenly turned around, his voice low and menacing as he gritted his teeth.

"Keep your voice down! You'll expose us like that! Do you even know what stealth is?"

Ye Xing yawned: "Uncle, relax, we're hundreds of meters apart! I'm being very quiet."

Xu San glared at Ye Xing: "Be serious! This is a dangerous but important mission!"

Ye Xing pouted: "Fine, fine, I won't move, okay?"

'Detected extreme speechlessness in Lao Lin, emotion value +20!'

'Xu San has been detected to be agitated; mood value +30!'

Time passed second by second.

It's almost nine o'clock.

Finally, the sound of light footsteps could be heard from the open space in the distance.

They were three stumbling men, dressed in cheap suits, sweating profusely and trembling.

They ran to the center of the open space and looked around, looking exactly like three frightened quails.

"Mr. Shen... Mr. Shen? We're here, please come out!"

The fat man in the lead mustered his courage and shouted.

A few seconds later.

A soft laugh came from the abandoned steel beam of the crane.

A tall, slender figure leaped down from a height of more than ten meters and landed lightly in front of the three people without even stirring up a speck of dust.

The man was dressed in a well-fitting gray suit, and his glasses gave him a refined and cultured air, making him look like a high-level white-collar worker.

Shen Chong, one of the four madmen of Quanxing, is known as the "root of trouble".

Shen Chong pushed up his glasses and looked at the three people in front of him who were trembling like leaves.

"Did you three bring the money?"

The fat man knelt down with a thud, crying his eyes out.

"Mr. Shen, please grant us a few more days! Your interest rate is too high, we really can't pay it back! If we continue borrowing, we'll lose our lives!"

Shen Chong sighed, a look of pity on his face.

"The Qi that's lent out has to recoup its costs. Since it can't repay the interest..."

He slowly raised his right hand, and a dark red light emanated from his palm.

"Then pay with your life."

At this critical moment, Xu Si's voice came through the headset to everyone's ears.

"Let's do it!"

In an instant, the employees of NaDuTong, who had been lying in ambush all around, rushed out and headed straight for Shen Chong in the center.

"Whoosh-"

Old Lin threw out two specially made throwing knives, aiming straight for Shen Chong's blind spot and blocking his escape route.

However, at that moment, a shadow more ferocious than anyone else, accompanied by a shrill whistling sound that tore through the air, passed directly between Xu San and Lao Lin.

Ye Xing, relying on the terrifying explosive power of the Ox Talisman, kicked out a half-meter-long crater, and his whole body, like a human cannonball, stirred up a gust of wind on the ground and fiercely crashed into Shen Chong.

"You've taken out a loan at exorbitant interest rates, haven't you? Today, I'll give you a physical salvation!"

Ye Xing's fist pierced the air, creating a deafening sonic boom.

Shen Chong's refined yet depraved face suddenly changed color.

Before he could react, the fist, with overwhelming force, was already right in front of him.

Chapter 18 Shen Chong's Nemesis, Yang Shen

The force of the punch came whistling in.

Shen Chong felt a chill run down his spine, and his head was buzzing.

He never imagined that a young Taoist priest who hadn't even grown his first hair could have such terrifying explosive power.

His body reacted faster than his brain; he suddenly exerted force with his feet and slid two meters to the right as if he had stepped on a spring.

boom!

Ye Xing's fist grazed Shen Chong's shoulder and slammed into empty air. The violent force of the punch dented and deformed a rusty gasoline drum behind him, emitting an extremely piercing metallic groan.

Having narrowly escaped the attack, Shen Chong barely had time to catch his breath before frantically forming hand seals.

A large amount of dark red Qi surged out of his body as if it were free, and directly connected with the three people who had just borrowed money.

The three people who had turned to run away a second ago suddenly had bloodshot eyes, their muscles swelled up like they were being inflated, and they let out a beastly roar that was not human.

"Go." Shen Chong waved his hands.

The three completely berserk debtors lunged at Xu San and Xu Si, baring their teeth and claws.

Taking advantage of this opening, Shen Chong didn't look back, and with a light tap of his toes, he ran like a madman toward the dark gap on the east side of the factory.

"Where are you going, bro?"

A slightly mocking voice suddenly exploded in my ears.

Shen Chong's eyelids twitched wildly. What the hell was that speed?!

Ye Xing used the absolute power of the Ox Talisman, his legs bursting with terrifying initial kinetic energy, and caught up with Shen Chong in just a few steps.

Immediately afterwards, another unreasonable heavy punch landed straight on his back.

With no way to retreat, the only option is to fight head-on.

Shen Chong let out a low roar, turned around, crossed his arms tightly in front of his chest, and concentrated all the Qi he had accumulated over the past ten years into his arms to withstand the punch.

boom!

Their fists collided with a loud, thunderous thud. Shen Chong gripped the ground tightly, but still slid back more than two meters uncontrollably, his shoes carving two shallow furrows into the pebbles on the ground.

We managed to stop it.

Shen Chong shook his somewhat numb arms, staring intently at Ye Xing, his heart churning with turmoil.

'Shen Chong has been detected to be extremely shocked. Emotion value +80!'

Ye Xing slowly rotated his wrist and raised one eyebrow.

"Wow, you've got something special."

Ye Xing looked him up and down. "I used all my strength in that punch just now, and you didn't fly away. No wonder you're a loan shark, you've sucked up a lot of blood, your health bar is thick enough."

Shen Chong pushed up his glasses, which had slipped down to the bridge of his nose, and suppressed his heart, which was about to jump out of his throat: "Ye Xing from Baiyun Temple, right? I thought the name 'Mad Taoist' was just a rumor in the martial arts world, but I didn't expect him to actually have some skills."

"I have plenty of ways to take advantage of you, young master."

Ye Xing grinned, and his figure shot up again.

This time there were no probing attacks, just close-quarters, brutal combat!

The dull thuds of flesh colliding echoed through the scrap yard. Ye Xing, relying on the brute force of the Ox Talisman, unleashed a series of powerful and unrestrained attacks.

Shen Chong, relying on his strangely large amount of Qi and his concise close-combat techniques, engaged Ye Xing in direct combat.

The two fought faster and faster, creating ear-piercing sonic booms in the surrounding air.

"What's wrong, you troublemaker? Where did your arrogant attitude go?"

Ye Xing delivered a powerful punch to Shen Chong's defensive arm, simultaneously activating his taunting mode.

"Is the interest from this loan sharking for one day enough to buy a pack of cigarettes after you go to jail?"

Shen Chong's hands trembled violently from the shock, and he almost lost all the air in his lungs. He gritted his teeth and sneered, "Arrogant! You really think you can take me down with just brute force?!"

Meanwhile, on the other side, Xu San and Lao Lin were sweating profusely as they tried to control the situation.

The three berserkers had lost all sense of pain. Old Lin slashed open the fat man's thigh with his knife, and the man didn't even blink, baring his yellow teeth as he tried to bite Old Lin's ear.

"Xu San! Use your telekinesis to crush them!" Old Lin roared at the top of his lungs.

Xu San dared not be negligent and pressed down hard with both hands. The immense psychic power crashed down like an invisible Mount Tai, barely managing to slam the three frenzied people to the ground.

Old Lin and the others quickly took out specially made shackles and used them to seal their acupoints.

Just as they caught their breath, everyone turned to look at the center of the field and were immediately dumbfounded.

"Good heavens... what kind of monster is this Taoist priest?" Old Lin gripped the short knife tightly, his eyes wide open.

That's Shen Chong from the Four Madmen! A ruthless character who walks with impunity in the underworld! If he were to stand alone, Old Lin and his gang would have no choice but to run away.