Street Brawl

As soon as these words were spoken, the entire crowd was stunned.

The onlookers nearby were all a bit intimidated.

This kid must be out of his mind, daring to offend anyone!

Brother Long, the leader of the Jiangbei City underworld, commanded over a hundred underlings, owned his own gambling dens and KTVs, and even the most hardened gangsters had to show him respect.

And this brat, in front of so many people, had just kicked one of his men!

Countless people looked at An Yi with pity in their eyes.

Offending Brother Long? The consequences didn’t need to be explained.

"Brother Long! This kid’s got something strange about him. Be careful," the thug who had been thrown into the trash can staggered to his feet and warned.

The bun shop owner swallowed hard.

He knew exactly who An Yi was. They had lived in the same neighborhood for two years, and he was well aware that An Yi was a kid Auntie Zhou had picked up off the streets.

An orphan with no background, no connections.

Now that he had beaten two of Brother Long’s men, going against Brother Long was no different from signing his own death warrant.

The bun shop owner had been ready to kneel and kowtow, offer some money to avoid disaster, and settle the matter peacefully.

But now that An Yi had resorted to violence, the conflict had escalated, pushing things to a boiling point.

And An Yi was right in the eye of the storm...

"Uncle, are you okay?"

An Yi kindly went to help the bun shop owner, who had fallen to the ground.

Seeing An Yi approach, the bun shop owner jumped up like a startled cat: "What are you doing? Who are you? I don’t know you!"

An Yi: "..."

Now that An Yi had beaten Brother Long’s men, his fate was pretty much sealed.

If the bun shop owner got involved with An Yi now, he’d be signing his own death warrant too.

"An Yi!"

Shen Muxuan’s heart settled a bit when she saw An Yi.

"Stay back. These guys aren’t simple," An Yi said gravely.

Brother Long and his gang were clearly seasoned fighters, with plenty of experience in brawls. Taking on six of them at once would be a challenge... though, only a slight one.

Brother Long glared coldly at An Yi and sneered, "You dare hit my men? You’ve got a death wish."

Whoosh!

Several thugs moved in, surrounding An Yi.

The bun shop owner was terrified and quietly pulled out his phone, ready to call the police.

Though he didn’t want to get involved and risk being caught in the crossfire, he still had a shred of conscience.

Brother Long glared at the bun shop owner: "You dare call the cops? I’ll bury you alive in your ancestors’ coffin, believe me?"

"N-no, I won’t call! I won’t call!"

The bun shop owner was so scared that his phone slipped from his hands, shattering on the ground, the screen cracking like a spiderweb.

An Yi glanced around. Including Brother Long, there were six of them.

If he took down all six in public, it would only lead to more trouble. These thugs were like leeches—if they couldn’t win, they’d just call in reinforcements and come back for revenge.

What to do...

An Yi fell into thought.

He didn’t care for himself, but Auntie Zhou and Shen Muxuan were in danger.

*Ding! System mission [Street Brawl]! Mission reward: First Aid Pill ×1, Evil Power Points: +10!*

A mission now?

An Yi quickly checked the mission requirements.

[Street Brawl]

Mission objective: Defeat all six opponents.

Completion: 0/6

Seeing the mission details, a smile crept onto An Yi’s lips.

He had been holding back, but now that the system was pushing him, he had no choice.

"An Yi, step back. I’ll handle this," Shen Muxuan said, quietly pulling a pill from her sleeve, ready to take it.

With the pill, even twenty ordinary men would be no match for her.

Seeing Shen Muxuan step forward, Brother Long grinned: "Now that’s more like it, little girl. Should’ve done this earlier. But this kid hit my men—death can be avoided, but punishment cannot."

"Step back!"

Without hesitation, An Yi grabbed Shen Muxuan by the collar of her shirt and yanked her back.

"My clothes, my clothes!"

Shen Muxuan adjusted her collar, her big, watery eyes glaring at An Yi with dissatisfaction.

"Damn, this punk’s getting handsy with Brother Long’s woman!"

"Bastard’s got a death wish!"

The thugs were furious.

Brother Long’s eyes turned venomous.

He could tell there was something between this pretty boy and the stunning girl.

Anyone who dared to steal his woman was already marked for death in his eyes.

"Two legs," Brother Long said with a smirk, holding up one finger.

He had a reputation—Broken Leg Long!

For those who crossed him, he loved breaking their legs.

It was this ruthlessness that had earned him his infamous reputation in Jiangbei City, after several of his enemies ended up in wheelchairs.

An Yi said calmly, "How about one? Two’s a bit too cruel."

Brother Long: "..."

Is this guy out of his mind?

Is he seriously bargaining with me?

The thugs burst into laughter.

Brother Long sneered, "I said two legs, and two legs it is! Begging won’t save you!"

An Yi smiled too. Then, like lightning, he struck without warning.

*Thud!*

The first thug took the hit, An Yi’s kick landing square in his stomach, sending him crumpling to the ground like a shrimp.

"Damn, this punk’s sneaky!"

The others snapped out of it and lunged at An Yi.

An Yi’s fists and feet moved swiftly, his movements clean and precise.

Punches, elbows, knees—all became weapons in his hands.

In no time, four of the six were already on the ground.

The fifth thug, realizing he was outmatched, turned to run.

Just then, An Yi’s flying kick caught him.

*Thud!*

The fleeing thug was sent flying four or five meters, slamming into the wall like a fly, letting out a blood-curdling scream.

The impact was so loud, the sound of bones cracking was almost unbearable.

The onlookers were in awe.

How much strength would it take to do something like that?

An Yi was a bit speechless too.

If the guy hadn’t run, he’d have been fine. But turning his back triggered An Yi’s passive skill [Ambush], dealing 150% damage. He’d probably be in the hospital for a while.

"Brother Long, your turn," An Yi said, cracking his knuckles, a chilling grin on his face.

Even Brother Long, who had seen his fair share of battles, was a bit shaken.

This kid couldn’t be more than twenty!

How the hell is he so strong?

"Damn it, I’ll teach you a lesson!"

Brother Long wasn’t a pushover either. The reason he commanded so many underlings wasn’t just because he was ruthless and cunning—it was also because he had the skills to back it up.

He was a regular in underground fighting rings!

Many professional boxers had fallen to his fists!

Brother Long clenched his fist and launched a textbook-perfect punch at An Yi.

An Yi didn’t dodge or block, letting the fist come at him.

"You think you’re tough? Die! I’ll make you watch as I ruin the woman you love!"

Brother Long’s face twisted with excitement as his fist shot toward An Yi’s face.

He could already picture An Yi’s bloodied, broken body on the ground.

*Thud!*

Brother Long’s massive fist was caught in An Yi’s hand.

Brother Long stared in shock. He tried to pull back, but An Yi’s slender, pale hand gripped him like a vice.

Brother Long panicked: "Let go, damn it!"

An Yi didn’t say a word. He looked up, his pitch-black eyes icy cold, and tightened his grip.

"Ahhh!"

A piercing scream echoed through the air.