An Yi effortlessly crushed Brother Long's knuckles with just the strength of his fingers.
"Damn it, let go of me!" Brother Long snarled, his face twisted in rage.
He wanted this kid dead!
Brother Long's years of combat experience were clearly not for nothing.
After being restrained by An Yi, he immediately closed the distance and aimed an elbow strike at An Yi's chest.
A killing move!
An Yi's expression shifted slightly as he raised his arm to block Brother Long's heavy blow.
This guy was going for the kill!
"Hey! I won't let go! I'll beat you to death!"
Brother Long grinned, lifting his leg to deliver a knee strike to An Yi's abdomen.
An Yi glanced at him disdainfully, reacting even faster. He grabbed Brother Long's fist and twisted it downward!
Excruciating pain forced Brother Long to stop moving, his entire arm hanging limp—already broken.
"Damn it! You little bastard! Go ahead and kill me!"
Brother Long, his eyes bloodshot from the pain, glared at him and sneered, "If you don't kill me, I, Hou Long, will make sure you, that girl, and your whole family live a life worse than death!"
"I hate being threatened the most!"
An Yi coldly glanced at Brother Long, then yanked his wrist, swinging him around like a ragdoll and slamming him hard into the ground.
Thud!
Brother Long crashed heavily onto the ground, the impact so powerful that it cracked the hastily patched cement layer of the old street's puddle-filled potholes, sending fragments of rock flying.
Dizzy and disoriented, Brother Long felt as if his internal organs had been jolted out of place.
At that moment, An Yi walked up to him.
Brother Long, still dazed from the blow, suddenly regained clarity as intense pain shot through him, causing him to let out a blood-curdling scream.
An Yi stepped on one of his legs, pressing down with brutal force.
Crack!
The sound of bone breaking echoed as An Yi crushed Brother Long's knee joint.
The searing pain twisted Brother Long's face into a grotesque mask of agony.
Having broken so many people's legs, this was the first time Brother Long experienced the pain himself. No wonder those people had screamed in agony—it was unbearable.
"First leg."
An Yi's calm voice rang in Brother Long's ears like the whisper of a demon.
First leg...
Brother Long suddenly remembered what the kid had said earlier during their exchange.
This kid had planned to break one of his legs from the start!
The thought of spending the rest of his life in a wheelchair sent a chill down Brother Long's spine.
No!
Absolutely not!
He had seen too many people he had crippled, living miserable lives in wheelchairs, dependent on others for even their most basic needs.
He was Hou Long, the top gangster in this district of Jiangbei City. What would happen if he became disabled?
In an instant, all his pride, dignity, and arrogance dissolved into nothingness in the face of this brutal reality.
"Grandpa, grandpa, spare me, spare me! I'm your grandson! Please spare one of my legs, just one!"
Brother Long wailed like a dog, begging for mercy.
With one leg, he could still hobble around, but if both were broken, he'd be completely dependent on others. Life would lose all meaning.
A few of his gangster underlings, trembling, had already gotten up.
Seeing their once-invincible leader, Brother Long, now lying on the ground, broken and begging for mercy like a dog, they felt a wave of disgust.
Was this the guy they had followed?
"Sorry, I remember you saying that begging wouldn't work. I even tried to reason with you, but you just had to push your luck."
An Yi said coldly, applying more pressure with his foot. Another crisp crack echoed as bone shattered.
"Ah!"
Brother Long screamed again.
At this point, the pain was so overwhelming that it became almost numbing.
His face pressed against the cold cement ground, his eyes vacant.
His leg had been crushed!
He never imagined that one day, he would be the one with broken legs, reduced to the very wheelchair-bound cripple he had once mocked.
Karma... it was all karma...
After breaking both of Brother Long's legs, An Yi paid no further attention to him or his terrified underlings.
An Yi's handsome face remained expressionless.
He felt no guilt or pity for crippling Brother Long.
Because he knew all too well.
If he hadn't had the strength to take down six gangsters today, what would have happened?
The bun shop would have been destroyed, Shen Muxuan would have been violated by thugs, and he would have been the one lying on the ground with broken legs.
"Ding! Achievement unlocked: [Brute]!"
"Ding! Received +100 Evil Points! Reward: One system lottery draw!"
An Yi was slightly surprised.
100 Evil Points? That much? Unlocking achievements felt amazing!
And there was even a lottery draw? The system had this feature? It was the first time in two years.
But now wasn't the time to check the system rewards.
This fight was bound to make him famous.
The neighbors watched An Yi with a mix of awe and fear.
Who would have thought that this handsome young man could cripple a gang leader so effortlessly?
A chilly wind swept through the street, tousling An Yi's hair and the hem of his white shirt.
His aura exuded both dominance and carefree charm.
"Boss, I'll take all the buns."
An Yi walked up to the bun shop as if nothing had happened, speaking calmly.
The shop owner stood frozen for a long moment before An Yi scanned the payment code on his phone and picked up the steaming baskets of buns.
"Should we go home?" An Yi asked softly.
Facing Shen Muxuan, he felt a bit hesitant.
After showing such a violent side, most girls would probably be terrified.
Shen Muxuan didn't say a word, her gentle eyes gazing at him. She nodded obediently, "Mm."
The onlookers, who had been secretly watching the scene, felt a pang of pity for Brother Long, now lying on the ground with both legs broken.
"Should we call the authorities?"
"Are you crazy? This guy has a long list of crimes. If the police come and take Brother Long away, do you think he won't come after you first when he gets out?"
"Alright then, let him lie there."
Brother Long remained on the ground, his face ashen, his eyes devoid of life.
He had always known this day might come, but he never expected it to arrive so suddenly.
At the peak of his power and glory, he had been struck down like a bolt from the blue.
The gangsters An Yi had knocked down helped each other up, but not one of them stepped forward to help Brother Long.
Despite his prominence in Jiangbei City, Brother Long had no real backing or connections, and he had made too many enemies.
Otherwise, after all these years, he would have been more than just a local gang leader.
His underlings knew all too well that Brother Long, now crippled, was finished.
After An Yi and Shen Muxuan left, in a corner of the alley,
a bespectacled boy took out a notebook and began scribbling something.
"An Yi, tsk tsk, another ruthless one. What's going on with Jiangbei City lately? It's full of weirdos!"
...
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
