Chapter 130 - Murder is Illegal

“Brother Hu, are you alright?” One of the underlings nudged Brother Hu.It took him a moment to snap back from his daze, having felt an aura from Ye Chenfeng that gave him the chilling delusion of standing on the brink of an icy cavern.

His spine turned cold, and he even thought he had taken a stroll through Yama’s Palace.

With a savage look in his eyes that now held a hint of doubt, Brother Hu scrutinized Ye Chenfeng once more.

No matter how he looked, he couldn’t see anything special about Ye Chenfeng—it was just a pale-faced weakling!

Having mixed in the trade market for so many years, Brother Hu simply couldn’t believe that he’d capsize in a gutter.

He convinced himself that what he felt was merely an illusion and had nothing to do with the pale-faced kid in front of him.

Perhaps feeling humiliated for being scared by a pale-face, Brother Hu’s expression grew even more ferocious, and he barked, “Pale-face, can’t you see the situation clearly?

Killing you would be as easy as crushing an ant.

You should know that in this border trade market, murder is not a crime—no one will care about your life or death.”

“Brother Hu, why are we even talking to him?

The boys haven’t seen blood in a long time, and today we finally get to unleash mayhem,” someone interjected.

“Right, Brother Hu, we can’t wait.

Mao Kangping and this pale-face—we can send them off to meet the King of Hell in a matter of minutes,” another echoed.

The dozen or so underlings beside Brother Hu, armed with iron rods and machetes, were brimming with enthusiasm.

When they looked at Ye Chenfeng and Mao Kangping, their eyes were filled with a thick scent of bloodlust as if the two men were fish on a chopping block, awaiting their slaughter.

Brother Hu twisted his neck, causing a series of “crackling” noises from his bones.

He couldn’t believe that such a pale-face could cause any trouble.

Clearing his throat, he commanded, “Charge, go for it—no need to leave any survivors.”

“Oh~,” the underlings beside Brother Hu cheered, rushing toward Ye Chenfeng and Mao Kangping with iron rods and machetes in hand.

Excitement painted their faces; they were accustomed to a life of violence, and without a good fight for many days, their bloodthirsty nature was growing restless.

They didn’t think they needed to exert much effort to handle Mao Kangping and the pale-face.

They just wanted to see blood, to watch others struggle for life under the edge of their blades and iron rods.

Facing the murderous intensity of the dozen or so hoodlums, Mao Kangping’s expression remained calm, even a smirk playing at his lips.

As long as Ye Chenfeng was with him, he had nothing to fear.

“I think Mao Kangping has gone nuts, to be laughing at a time like this?

Does he really think that pale-face can take on Brother Hu’s men?” someone from the crowd remarked.

“Wait until he gets chopped into pieces by Brother Hu’s men, then he won’t be laughing,” another commented.

“If that pale-face could take down all of Brother Hu’s men by himself, I’d cut off my head and use it as a stool for him to sit on.”

As the onlookers buzzed with speculation, the man at the forefront wielding an iron rod had already reached Ye Chenfeng.

He hoisted the iron rod high to smash it down on Ye Chenfeng’s forehead—if such a blow landed, it would certainly be the end of him.

The man’s face was twisted with a maniacal grin, believing the pale-face in front of him to be frozen in fear, not even bothering to dodge.

But as the iron rod in the man’s hand came ever closer to Ye Chenfeng’s forehead, and just as a horrifically bloody scene seemed imminent to all, Ye Chenfeng’s right hand moved casually upwards, and he simply grabbed the iron rod that was aimed at his head.

The corners of his mouth tilted slightly upwards, revealing a cold smile.

With a strong grip of his right hand, the iron rod was instantly flattened by Ye Chenfeng.

A light lift of his foot sent the man’s body flying more than ten meters away, smashing fiercely against a wall behind him.

Silent!

Perfectly silent!

At that instant, everyone present even held their breath, their minds a blank, unable to process what had happened.

It was all too unexpected, they didn’t see the pretty boy’s head getting bashed in as they had imagined.

Instead, they saw that pretty boy crush the iron rod with his bare hands and with a casual kick, send one of Brother Hu’s men flying.

The world was truly mad, had even pretty boys become supermen? ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ NoᴠᴇFɪre.nᴇt

The only person present whose mind was still somewhat clear was Mao Kangping.

Even though he had witnessed Ye Chenfeng’s abilities before, every time Ye Chenfeng made a move, his heart rate would speed up.

He believed that Ye Chenfeng was no longer within the bounds of what was human.

Brother Hu’s fierce face still held a smile, but his lips involuntarily twitched, his lips pale and trembling slightly.

Only now did he realize that the sensation of being in a chilling cave wasn’t an illusion, but rather the murderous aura emanating from the pretty boy in front of him.

“I gave you a chance to live, but since you didn’t cherish it, I don’t mind sending you on your way.”

Before anyone could come to their senses, Ye Chenfeng’s figure moved, swift as a cheetah sprinting in haste.

The sound of “crack, crack” of breaking bones reverberated through the air from time to time.

In less than a minute, apart from Brother Hu who stood stupefied on the spot, all of his dozen or so henchmen had their necks twisted by Ye Chenfeng.

Their bodies lay haphazardly on the ground, eyes wide open in disbelief.

They could never have imagined that they would be killed by the pretty boy they had mocked, and in such a neat and decisive fashion, without even a chance to fight back.

Brother Hu’s men were taken care of just like that?

This question echoed in the minds of the onlookers, especially those who had just ridiculed Ye Chenfeng and Mao Kangping as being as good as dead.

Brother Hu didn’t just have a dozen men; he had interests in multiple properties within the trading market!

Another thirty or forty men were watching over his other properties!

Seeing Ye Chenfeng approach step by step, anxiety got the better of Brother Hu, and his steps involuntarily began retreating until his back hit the wall behind him, with nowhere else to go.

That’s when he forced himself to calm his panicked heart and said, “What, what do you want to do?

You better not act rashly, murder is illegal, don’t be impulsive.”

“Murder is illegal?” Ye Chenfeng said with a meaningful look at Brother Hu, continuing, “But, it seems you said earlier that killing people here in the border trading market isn’t against the law, right?

No one is going to care about your life or death.”

Mao Kangping watched Brother Hu’s panicked state, feeling immensely gratified.

At this moment, he was even more determined to cultivate a good relationship with Ye Chenfeng.

Perhaps he could seek his help for such situations in the future!

In this border trading market, those with the strongest fists were the big brothers.

He believed that after today, with Ye Chenfeng standing up for him, people would generally think twice before troubling him again.