Chapter 43 - All One-Armed Heroes

“Guys, this little punk is all yours to handle now, teach him a good lesson!”

The bald man unveiled a sly grin, pulled out two thousand yuan from his pocket, and handed it to the leader of the gang, a blond thug with a thick gold chain.

Taking the money, the blond patted it in his hand and nodded, “Don’t worry, Baldie, the boys will loosen his muscles for you.

We’ll make sure this punk can’t get out of bed for a month.”

“Heh heh, kid, you wanted to play the hero to save the beauty, right?

Now I’d like to see how you’re going to save her?”

The bald man rubbed his sore chest, his face revealing a sinister cold smile as he looked at Ye Xuan with a fierce gaze.

Ye Xuan boastfully said, “Really?

Open your damn eyes wide and see clearly!

I’ve been a professional hero saving beauties for a hundred years.

I’ll show you a thing or two that’ll make you forget your own mother.”

“Still talking tough when death’s at your door, boys, get him.”

The bald man coldly ordered, but then he retreated to the back of the crowd and hurriedly left.

“Sorry, kid, but when you take a man’s money, you do his bidding.

Running into us today is just your bad luck,” said the blond with the gold chain.

“Heh heh, I’ve heard this kid’s got some strength.

So let’s break one of his hands and make him a real one-armed warrior.”

Another thug with earrings sneered.

He glanced at Qin Lan in Ye Xuan’s arms and swallowed, “This woman is top-notch.

I can’t believe Baldie let her go; looks like it’s our lucky day.”

“Ha ha ha, we get paid and get to have fun with a woman; we really hit the jackpot.

Look at how fresh that little chick looks; she’s absolutely to die for!”

“I’ve never had such a fine woman.

If I could get a piece of that, I’d happily give up ten years of my life.”

These men discussed unabashedly, completely disregarding Ye Xuan.

Ye Xuan touched his nose, realizing he was being ignored.

“Two thousand yuan to break an arm, that’s too cheap.

Are you sure you want to do this?” He eyed the group in front of him and chuckled.

“What are you laughing about, kid?”

The gangsters were quite displeased, feeling that their authority was being challenged.

They’d roughed up plenty of people before; whoever saw this kind of scene wouldn’t be shaking in fear!

Yet this kid just stood there, grinning like an idiot.

Didn’t he know that he was about to have one of his hands crippled?

The leader blond frowned, feeling that the kid was a bit too composed.

For some reason, he felt an unsettling sense of foreboding.

“Quick battle, finish it fast!”

He suddenly commanded, and the thugs rushed toward Ye Xuan with vicious laughter.

“Kid, leave your hand!”

“Ha ha, here I come, beauty!”

Ye Xuan’s smile faded, and the corners of his mouth turned up in a cold curve, “Since you all like the idea of becoming one-armed warriors so much, I’ll oblige.”

He set down Qin Lan and shot forward, his figure the first to rush out.

With a front and back motion, he grabbed the arms of the two thugs coming at him head-on and gently twisted!

Crack!

Crack!

Two crisp sounds almost synchronized, followed by piercing screams that made people tremble with shock.

The arms of the two thugs snapped like matchsticks, oddly twisted in the opposite direction, their white bones eerily exposed.

“Ah!

My hand is broken!”

“You little bastard, how dare you cripple my hand!”

Both men, pale as paper, screamed madly, clutching their broken arms.

After taking down these two, Ye Xuan didn’t stop; he lunged at another blond thug, grabbed his swinging fist, and twisted fiercely!

Crack!

“Ahh!”

Another agonizing scream rang out, mixed with the clear sound of breaking bones.

The thug’s arm snapped like a tender lotus root, spilling blood profusely.

His sharp, broken bone pierced through the flesh, creating a horrifying sight.

This scene thoroughly frightened the surrounding thugs!

Everything happened so fast that in the blink of an eye, three men were disabled, leaving the others too shocked to react.

Especially when they saw those three whose arms had been crippled, everyone’s scalp went numb, and their gazes towards Ye Xuan became filled with terror.

But this was just the beginning!

The next moment, they witnessed a scene they would never be able to forget for the rest of their lives!

Ye Xuan’s face was expressionless and cold as he became an arm-reaping machine, continuously moving through the crowd.

Accompanied by the swinging of his arms, screams rang out one after another, chilling to the bone!

Crack!

Crack!

Crack!

The sounds of bones breaking arose one after another, stringing together in a relentless torrent—like the thrashing harvest of wheat, and Ye Xuan’s hands were the scythes slicing through!

In the blink of an eye, all seven or eight hoodlums were down, sprawled on the ground.

Except for Ye Xuan and the blond leader, no one else remained standing.

All the hoodlums were rolling on the ground, howling in agony, each with a similarly broken arm.

“Damn it all!”

The leading hoodlum’s eyelids twitched uncontrollably as he watched the scene in disbelief.

In less than a minute, all his people had been incapacitated.

He was speechless, unable to describe the shock he felt.

Looking at his companions lying on the ground and wailing non-stop, he felt a chill run down his spine, as if his scalp was about to explode.

“This can’t be happening!

This isn’t real!”

He murmured to himself, looking at Ye Xuan as if he were looking at the devil.

If his legs hadn’t given way, he would have turned and run long ago.

But even if he wanted to run now, it was too late.

Snap!

Ye Xuan lit a cigarette, took a leisurely drag, looked up at him, and cracked a smile, step by step walking over.

However, this smile seemed like the grim reaper’s to him, causing his legs to shake uncontrollably.

“I told you, two thousand for your arms was a good deal!”

Ye Xuan stopped in front of him, exhaled a puff of smoke and said with a faint smile, “Now all of you have become one-armed heroes.

Come on, share your thoughts?”

Thoughts?

Damn your thoughts!

“Big brother, I…

I was wrong!

It was that bald guy who paid us to go after you, it’s not my fault…”

The big gold chain blond’s teeth chattered as he stammered out his words.

He was truly frightened by Ye Xuan; a man who could snap the arms of more than a dozen people was certainly a martial arts master, beyond what he could provoke.

“Where did the bald guy go?” Ye Xuan asked.

“I…

I don’t know.

He just paid us to deal with you,” the blond replied honestly.

Ye Xuan frowned slightly, but didn’t seem to care, took another drag on his cigarette and said with a smile, “Taking people’s money to do their dirty work, kid, you’re just unlucky to have run into me today.”

He threw the hoodlum’s own words right back at him.

Gah!

The big gold chain felt a surge of despair, nearly spitting blood, almost slapping himself twice.

If only he had known, he wouldn’t have tried to act tough!

Crack!

After breaking the last person’s arm, Ye Xuan crouched down and took the two thousand yuan from his hand.

“Making money after a fight, what a profitable business.

Remember to look for me next time you have such good deals.”

Ye Xuan grinned as he tucked the money into his pocket, his face showing utmost satisfaction.

The blond rolled his eyes and passed out, whether from the pain or from Ye Xuan’s words was unclear.

Ye Xuan prepared to go and help Qin Lan up.

Qin Lan, who had been leaning against the wall, now stood up groggily.

With drunken eyes, she furrowed her brows and performed an action that left Ye Xuan dumbfounded.