Chapter 184 - Inverting Right and Wrong
Unfolding in Chapter 184 of "The Strongest Dandy in the City": âCrackââCrackââCrackâThe air was filled with the ear-piercing sound of bones shattering.After bringing down four men,... Keep reading!
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The air was filled with the ear-piercing sound of bones shattering.
After bringing down four men, Ye Chenfeng didnât forget to give each of their kneecaps an extra kick, feeling no overwhelming sympathy for these people.
What would have become of Han Chuxue and Tang Xin if Ye Chenfeng hadnât arrived here in time today?
If Ye Chenfeng hadnât possessed formidable strength, would these men have shown any mercy?
The answer was always no.
It was a world where the strong ruled.
Conversely, if Chenfeng had tried to reason with these men in a gentle manner, these bastards would certainly have become even more arrogant.
Cries of pain.
Screams of agony.
These made the onlooking customers break out in a cold sweat, and they dared not even look in Ye Chenfengâs direction; Chenfengâs ruthless approach had filled them with fear.
Many female customers, however, had looks of admiration in their eyes; women always had a fondness for heroes.
Brother Nine had not expected his men to be subdued so quickly by the young man before him, and especially not with such ruthlessly efficient methods.
He was acutely aware that his seven men would now be confined to wheelchairs, which spontaneously kindled a surge of anger in him as he drew a sharp cleaver from his waist.
With a bloodthirsty expression, Brother Nine sneered, âKid, youâve crippled my seven brothers, so thereâs no need for pleasantries between us any longer, let me send you to meet the King of Hell!â
After all, Brother Nine was a man who had licked blood off the edges of knives, with his hands stained by the lives of dozens.
Although Ye Chenfeng was ruthless, at that moment, Brother Nineâs head was filled with anger, and all he wanted was to sever the opponentâs head with his cleaver, without considering whether or not he was a match for him.
âKid, prepare to die!â Brother Nine had already tossed aside the consequences of committing murder in public, swinging the cleaver toward Ye Chenfengâs head.
Watching the cleaver speeding toward his head, Ye Chenfeng stood motionless, seemingly too terrified to move.
âWhatâs with this kid?
Wasnât he pretty tough just now?
Why is he standing there letting the other guy hack at him?
Does he think heâs Iron Man or something?â
âThe guy has a cleaver now, and this kid isnât from the streets; where would he have seen such ruthless methods before?
I bet heâs scared out of his wits.â
The male onlookers demeaned Ye Chenfeng, their commentary fueled by jealousy, because Chenfengâs performance had shown them up completely.
However, they failed to consider if a man who could twist off someone elseâs arm without blinking and crush someoneâs kneecaps underfoot would be frightened by a mere cleaver?
If it had been any of them, they probably wouldnât have been able to break an adultâs kneecaps by stepping on them!
Seeing Chenfeng âfoolishlyâ stand in place, Brother Nine believed the other must have been scared stiff by his cleaver and roared, âKid, regretting it now, are you?
Too bad itâs too late.â
Just as the blade of the cleaver was about 5 centimeters from his head, Ye Chenfengâs lips curved into a faint smile, and he raised his right hand effortlessly to catch the fierce cleaver, making a âtch tch tchâ sound before saying, âRegret?
The word âregretâ doesnât exist in Ye Chenfengâs dictionary.â
Shock.
Shocked once again.
The menacing cleaver was actually blocked by Ye Chenfeng so easily?
And not even a single scratch on his hand?
How could this be possible?
If anyone else present had tried to block Ninth Brotherâs cleaver with their bare hands, not to mention actually managing to block it, theyâd probably have their hand chopped off on the spot!
Is he even human?
That was the unanimous thought among the nearby patrons.
Ninth Brotherâs face turned ashen.
He finally came to his senses and realized that the young man before him was someone he couldnât afford to mess with.
However, just as he was about to speak, he saw Ye Chenfeng squeeze the handle of the cleaver heâd grabbed.
With a forceful pinch, the blade of the cleaver instantly deformed.
Ye Chenfeng spoke disdainfully, âYou think you can kill someone with this tofu-slicing cleaver?
Your brain must be really scrambled.â
As Ninth Brother released the handle, his legs involuntarily took two steps back.
Upon hearing Ye Chenfengâs words, he almost spit out a mouthful of blood.
This cleaver was something Ninth Brother had spent a great deal of money to have custom made.
Although it couldnât be said to cut through iron like mud, it was definitely sharper than the cleavers you could find on the market.
Yet, this very cleaver was being scorned by Ye Chenfeng as suitable only for cutting tofu?
It was infuriating for Ninth Brother to have his fury rise! á´ĘÉŞs á´Ęá´á´á´á´Ę ÉŞs á´á´á´ á´á´á´ ĘĘ Nová´lFir(e).ná´t
âYou only get one chance, what a pity!
What a pity!
You didnât cherish it.â Ye Chenfeng looked at Ninth Brother with a face full of mockery and said, âSpend the rest of your life comfortably in a wheelchair!
From now on, you should stop thinking with that thing in your lower half.
Itâs too easy to get burned that way.â
Ye Chenfeng was like a teacher tirelessly instructing his student.
However, Ninth Brotherâs pupils suddenly narrowed, aware that if he didnât do something soon, his legs would definitely be broken by this young man in front of him.
His eyes kept giving signals to the five security guards beside him.
After seeing the look from Ninth Brother, the five security guards reluctantly stepped forward, one of whom, the captain of the security team, approached Ye Chenfeng and said, âSir, how can you hit someone here?
Do you know thatâs illegal?
Youâd better waitâŚâ
âSlap!â
Before the captain of the security team could finish his sentence, a slap landed squarely on his face, instantly leaving five red marks on his right cheek and causing a buzzing in his ears.
Ye Chenfeng had learned from Tang Xin about the conduct of these five security guards.
Far from doing what security guards should do, they had actually helped Ninth Brother and the other thugs, so Ye Chenfeng was not about to show them any kindness!
âYou, how dare you hit someone?
If this matter reaches the police station, you will definitely go to jail,â the security team captain asserted confidently.
âWhat, do all five of you security guards want to spend the rest of your lives in wheelchairs?
I wouldnât mind lending a hand,â Ye Chenfengâs gaze swept over the five security guards one by one.
Under Ye Chenfengâs scrutiny, the security guards felt like they were in a house of ice, recalling how Ye Chenfeng had crushed Ninth Brotherâs menâs kneecaps without even a frown.
They didnât dare say another word, afraid that this young man might go mad and cripple them too.
âWhatâs going on here?
Whatâs all this about?â
At that moment, seven policemen ran up to the second floor, led by a policeman in his thirties who had just been transferred to the Nan District branch as the deputy captain yesterday.
His name was Hua Dong.
Having just been transferred to the Nan District station yesterday, Ninth Brother had quickly pulled strings and found Hua Dong, slipping him quite a few benefits, and the two became âgood friendsâ over dinner last night.
âDeputy Captain Hua, this kid has publicly crippled my seven friends.
You must help us get justice!â
Upon seeing Hua Dong, Ninth Brother acted as if heâd seen a savior and immediately began playing the victim.
âYes, Deputy Captain Hua, we can all bear witness.
I tried to stop the fight just now, and this kid slapped me across the face!â the security team captain quickly jumped in, thinking that with the police here, surely the young man couldnât make waves, could he?
âCome on, take this guy who intentionally hurt someone back to the station,â Deputy Captain Hua ordered, pointing at Ye Chenfeng.
âPolice?
More hypocritical officers of the law,â Ye Chenfeng scoffed from his throat.
In a flash, Ye Chenfeng appeared in front of Ninth Brother, and without another word, he kicked towards Ninth Brotherâs knee.
âCrack, crack.â
Ninth Brother fell to his knees, crying out in pain.
He couldnât understand how Ye Chenfeng had the audacity to strike him even after the police arrived.
Was he courting death?
Deputy Captain Hua was obviously not expecting Ye Chenfengâs sudden action either, and stood there choking as if a fish bone was caught in his throat.
He stammered âyou, you, youâ for a long time without being able to utter another word.
âDeputy Captain Hua?
Is that right?
Iâd advise you to actually act like a cop if you want to keep wearing that uniform,â Ye Chenfeng stated indifferently, noticing a familiar figure approaching from not far away.
Wasnât it Du Jin, the police chief from Nan District?
(To be continued.
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