An Yi's casual punch—how much force it packed had never been tested. But if it hit a wall, cracking a hole through it wouldn’t be difficult. The bald, burly man blocking this strike was clearly no pushover! An Yi had underestimated him.
"Not bad! You actually blocked that. Now, let’s see if you can handle this."
With a cocky, punchable grin, An Yi shot forward like lightning.
So fast!
Everyone present was stunned.
An Yi moved so quickly their vision blurred, unable to track his movements.
Another punch came!
The bald man barely raised his elbow in time to block. Cold sweat instantly beaded his smooth, egg-like head.
Though he stopped the blow, he staggered back two steps, his arm numb and aching.
An Yi, however, didn’t budge an inch.
The bald man realized it—this guy in flip-flops had put noticeably more power into this punch than the last.
Nie Qinglan’s expression shifted too.
Others might not know the bald man’s strength, but she did.
This guy was a bodyguard handpicked by her father in Jiangbei City because he didn’t trust anyone else.
Never had she imagined that in a small place like Jiangbei, someone could go toe-to-toe with him.
"Pay attention—third punch incoming!"
An Yi slowed his movements, taunting him deliberately.
Gritting his teeth, the bald man roared and mustered all his strength, throwing a punch to meet An Yi’s head-on.
A shockwave erupted!
Crack!
The bald man howled in pain as the sound of shattering bone echoed from his fist.
The sheer force of An Yi’s third strike was beyond what he could withstand.
Clutching his limp, shattered hand, the bald man crumpled to the ground, writhing in agony.
Nie Qinglan’s pupils constricted.
She knew "Panther" was a fighter who had already touched the threshold of Ming Jin—an ordinary person wouldn’t last a single punch against him. Yet this kid had broken his arm in just three blows.
Just who the hell was he?!
"Panther!"
A swarm of underlings rushed forward, helping the bald man up. His face twisted in pain—An Yi’s third punch hadn’t held back, crushing his knuckles completely.
"Hey, baldy, still want more?" An Yi said coolly.
These idiots had picked a fight with the wrong guy. Did they really think he was some pushover?
If he’d been weaker today, he’d probably end up like that guy in the denim jacket—beaten so badly even the trash cans wouldn’t take him.
This bald guy seemed to be their leader.
Taking him down in three punches was the perfect warning—the rest would think twice before messing with him.
Never bow to tyranny!
The more ruthless the enemy, the harder you had to hit back.
An Yi was starting to feel like the embodiment of justice itself, an unstoppable force of righteous fury!
Nie Qinglan stared at him, frowning slightly.
Someone this skilled—she should’ve heard of him.
Then it hit her.
Rumors had circulated about a ridiculously strong kid in Jiangbei City’s underground fight scene. Could it be…?
"Everyone, rush him! I refuse to believe he can escape today, even if he grows wings!"
Nie Qinglan raised a metal baton, her cute little fangs showing as she barked orders.
An Yi took a step back, raising an eyebrow.
They still wanted to fight?!
Was it time to bail?
But he’d just made a grand stand—running now would be pathetic.
"Hey, kid. What’s going on here?"
A cold voice cut through the chaos from behind.
An Yi’s face lit up like he’d just been handed a lifeline.
Lin Chen!
Turning, he spotted the guy standing at the intersection, grocery bags of cat food in hand.
"I need your help!" An Yi grinned.
Perfect timing!
He knew exactly how strong Lin Chen was. Together, these seventy or eighty thugs wouldn’t stand a chance.
Unlike An Yi’s lazy, carefree vibe, Lin Chen exuded an intimidating aura—one cold glare and it felt like your throat was being squeezed, cutting off your breath.
The goons hesitated. An Yi was already a nightmare—now another monster had shown up?
"Old Lin, come on, teach ‘em a lesson," An Yi said with a smirk.
With Lin Chen here, his confidence soared.
Lin Chen’s voice was icy. "Why are they after you?"
"It’s… complicated," An Yi admitted.
"This bastard stole someone’s girl!"
A furious shout came from the crowd.
Another added, "He’s scum!"
"Stole someone’s girl? Scum?"
Lin Chen arched a brow, staring at An Yi.
An Yi scratched his head, stammering, "No, it’s—look, it’s not what it seems. I got framed…"
"I just asked what happened. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure Qin Yao stays far away from trash like you."
Lin Chen turned and waved dismissively. "Carry on."
Watching Lin Chen walk away, cat food in hand, An Yi’s eye twitched.
What the hell was that?!
Oh right—this bastard still owed him fifty grand!
"Kid, you surrendering now, or do we beat you into submission?"
Nie Qinglan twirled her baton, grinning.
The crowd erupted:
"Beat him down! He hurt Panther!"
"Yeah, break his arm too! Payback!"
"Aim for his face first!"
"..."
An Yi sighed.
So much for walking away after taking down their leader.
Running wasn’t an option—not with his heroic image on the line.
If he wanted to control this mob, he’d have to deal with their little boss.
A smirk curled his lips.
"Go! Get him!" Nie Qinglan commanded, pointing her baton.
In an instant, the seventy-strong mob surged forward like a tidal wave.
An Yi raised a hand, compressing the air in his palm.
Qi Manipulation!
Whoosh—a gale-force blast erupted, kicking up dust and debris.
The charging thugs instinctively shut their eyes, forced to a halt by the sheer resistance.
"Damn it, this punk’s cheating!"
The wind vanished as quickly as it came.
But when they opened their eyes, their target was gone.
"Nobody move."
A lazy voice sounded behind them.
They spun around in shock.
An Yi had somehow slipped past them—and now had Nie Qinglan in a chokehold.
"Back off. Unless you want your little boss to get hurt."
His finger rested against her throat, his tone casual.
As expected, this girl was weak.
Her combat skills were practically nonexistent.
How the hell did she become their leader?
"Let her go!"
"You coward! Fight fair!"
"Despicable bastard!"
Seeing the goons fume, powerless to act, filled An Yi with satisfaction.
No wonder villains in movies always laughed when they took hostages.
This feeling of control?
Pretty damn good.
saw a female celebrity tied up and stuffed in the trunk! Little did he know, countless cameras were aimed at him at this moment - this was a new type of reality show. The first randomly selected passerby was caught in less than an hour. But when Xu Moru was selected, things started to take an unexpected turn. "Damn, this isn't how the script goes. This Xu Moru is too bold, he's not following the rules at all." "Crap, is this guy taking it seriously?" "The female celebrity has been scared to tears!"
iving with nine beautiful women. [Ding! Welcome back to the Joyous Sect, Host…] Lin Yu: ??? I’m clearly in a shared rental, but you’re saying I’m in the Joyous Sect? Watering plants is now [Tending to Spiritual Flora]? Cooking becomes [Researching Elixirs]? Making the bed turns into [Setting Up Formations]? A gentle and innocent auntie, twin classmates, a mysterious hacker girl on leave, a severely socially anxious artist, an elementary school Chinese teacher, a community hospital nurse, a pet shop owner, an antique clock restorer… This system… is kinda interesting.
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ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
