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!"
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with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!
